Chapter 511: Chapter 334: Ascending to Holy Spirit, Opening High Heaven Once More!

Then it was the underground clinic, turned into ruins and being rebuilt, and the home where he lived for more than ten years.

He walked home alone, reached out to touch the mottled walls, recalling the bits and pieces of the past.

A final soft sigh,

The sense of cool aloofness and isolation brought by ten thousand years of cultivation finally dissipated.

Human nature returned once more.

"It seems that cultivation shouldn’t be done for too long at one time...."

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes and murmured softly:

"But in the end, it is still because my Dao heart is not firm enough, too easily eroded by the years."

He shook his head, walked out of bustling Jiangzhou City, left Jiangzhou Heaven and Earth, and gazed at the vast universe.

"Now, the final step."

Sitting cross-legged in the void, one thought connects with the light sphere, merging silently after ten thousand years of spiritual cultivation.

Thus.

Time elapsed, seas became mulberry fields.

Everything within the Divine Realm accelerated abruptly, a moment for ten thousand years!

In the Nine Nether Realm, roaming soul spirits were countless,

In the Mortal Realm, after ten thousand years, although the Heaven and Earth arena had not been opened, after lifting the indomitable decree,

The five great nations began conflicts anew, in ten thousand years of war, dynasties changed, yet faith was never extinguished,

Likewise, through the tempering of blood and fire, the fourth, fifth, and even more Venerate factions gradually rose up...

By the ten thousandth year.

Besides the initial Martial Cottage, Divine Temple, and Sword Tomb, four more Venerate factions appeared in the mortal world,

They were Celestial Mountain, Phoenix Tower, as well as Fist Sect and Saint’s Valley.

The seven great Venerate factions, but Venerates were no longer only seven—altogether with the seven great factions and five great dynasties, there were over thirty Venerates!

"The Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in the Divine Realm has thickened countless times... is it because of the immortal herb I planted in the Ancestral Acupoint between my eyebrows?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, looking at the vast universe.

In ten thousand year’s time, the vast universe had also gone through ten thousand years.

At this very moment, the entire universe was no longer bright, it became dim, somber, as if it reached its twilight years.

But the real reason was.

There were no creatures left in it.

Or rather —

All creatures, were one person, one existence.

The Weaver.

"This guy really succeeded...."

A smile appeared on Zhang Fusheng’s face as he surveyed the ten-thousand-year history of the vast universe, The Weaver starting from Earth,

using the four divine remains in the Land of Great Treasure as bait, successively killing the other three Outer Gods, transforming them into his different selves,

and then based on this, over the ten thousand years, corrupting the whole universe, turning all life in the whole universe into himself.

If it weren’t for myself refining the universe, if the universe weren’t within my Divine Realm,

Perhaps...

Perhaps, this Weaver would have already achieved Great Power.

"No, there’s still a living being with Self will." Zhang Fusheng murmured slightly,

carefully probing, finding the only living being retaining Self will was precisely the girl named Zhang Xuelan from before.

That girl was suppressed by the Weaver in the burial ground of the four divine remains, bound by countless chains.

"Interesting...."

Zhang Fusheng raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, made a decision, and immersed his will into the universe.

But unlike the last time he entered this universe, the last time it was True Man Fu Li who entered, but this time?

It was [The Old Heaven], [The Supreme Heaven], [The Heavenly Will] who entered.

Within the Divine Realm, everything follows the heart.

.........

Earth.

Land of Great Treasure.

Chains pierced the crone’s limbs and body, she hanged numbly in the stone cave, numbly watching one ’person’ after another laboring before her.

They were ’people’, yet not people.

"My dear pupil, it’s time for medicine." A child engraving mysterious runes in the stone cave rose, carried the secret medicine over, and gently said to the crone:

"Be good, open your mouth."

The crone numbly opened her mouth, swallowed the life-prolonging secret medicine.

She was long destined to die, just barely living until today thanks to bowls of medicine.

"Why me?"

The crone asked for the innumerable time in the ten thousandth year.

Everyone laboring in the stone cave simultaneously turned their heads at the same moment, staring at the crone,

Millions of people spoke in unison this instant:

"My dear pupil, you are important, so you cannot die."

The sound of millions echoed in the massive stone cave, Zhang Xuelan let out a bitter laugh.

These ’people’, were all The Weaver.

No, now called ’The Joyfuls’.

All people, all beings, not just on Earth, but across the whole universe,

All beings’ consciousness were interconnected, belonged to the one existence—once The Weaver, now The Joyfuls.

He, was almost the entire universe.

Zhang Xuelan numbly and lifelessly looked at the enormous cave— the cave was formed when the Land of Great Treasure collapsed,

She was hanging right above the once Great Buddha Palace.

Ahead were four infinitely towering divine corpses, beneath were the remnants of the Great Buddha Palace.

Even after ten thousand years, the three Buddha statues worshiped by the Celestial Monk for countless years still had not withered, quietly lying within the wreckage.

Zhang Xuelan dully lowered her head, as always, staring at the Buddha statue in the center of the three.

She recalled for the ten-thousandth time that scene from ten thousand years ago— unable to distinguish if it was real.

But that scene, that day, the memory of the Buddha statue winking at her, remained deeply rooted in her mind.

"Buddha is also false."

She murmured, even if there really were a Buddha, it should have been assimilated by The Joyfuls?

The crone sighed softly, just numbly staring at the Buddha statue, numbly enduring countless years of infinite loneliness.