Secret Buyer-Chapter 165 - 135: In the Name of the Celestial Venerate!

Chapter 165: Chapter 135: In the Name of the Celestial Venerate!

The name of High Heaven has finally surfaced openly.

Paying some price to create a grand spectacle... seems inevitable.

With just Spiritual Thoughts alone, I am far from being a match for a Grandmaster; truly engaging in combat would immediately expose me, yet...

Dare they make a move?

Zhang Fusheng’s face revealed an imperceptible smile, which vanished instantly as he quietly sank his thoughts into the Eight Sceneries Palace, then sat solemnly upon the Meditation Mat.

Thereafter, he resumed control over the shadow formed by that imprint, assuming an infinitely high Position. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Yet, why?

The Meditation Mat felt somewhat uncomfortable today.

The thought passed, and at this moment, on the street.

The elderly one raised his eyelids, Immortal Tao Rhyme flowed between his skin textures, and the four Grandmasters looking toward him unconsciously felt a sense of insignificance.

Not that they had become insignificant.

But the elder was simply too ’high’!

Above the Celestial Vault, the elder took his second step forward, underfoot still blossomed a golden lotus, and the autumn landscape for a hundred miles turned to winter.

"In the cycle of seasons, I favor winter alone."

The elder smiled as he spoke to the four Grandmasters, and snow began to fall from the sky.

Indeed, snow began to fall.

August snow fell, half the city dyed white with frost.

"Many offenses committed!"

The Grandmaster from the Pantheon, surrounded by twisted light and shadow, cried out loudly, trembling:

"I implore the elder for forgiveness!"

The elder gazed at him indifferently and sighed:

"How grave are the sins?"

"Let this be a small punishment but a great admonition."

What sins were committed by this Grandmaster?

Zhang Fusheng didn’t know, but he would imagine, and so would others imagine.

A spiritual sea rose behind the elder, pointing at the Grandmaster:

"Thunder."

A gentle exclamation.

Within the ancestral acupoint of Zhang Fusheng’s brow, the Divine Realm churned as he painstakingly communicated with the external world, at the cost of exhausting his Heart Power, yet achieved true success, causing a purple thunderbolt to strike from the snowy sky!

He quietly maneuvered the Five Thunders Technique, urging the Divine Thunder of Heaven and Earth Ghost God Society’s five thunders, specifically tasked with annihilation and execution of unrighteous deities.

The descending purple thunderbolt carried a majestic aura.

Although the Grandmaster could easily evade, he dared not, struck by the thunder’s light, he let out a mournful cry; though his body wasn’t severely harmed,

the blood-red giant serpent that was refined from illusion into truth by the Divine Realm behind him roiled and twisted violently, falling apart!

The Grandmaster coughed up boiling golden blood, dared not move, and prostrated himself before the heavens:

"I implore the elder for forgiveness!"

Amidst the falling snowflakes.

The elder clasped his hands behind his back, calmly gazed at him, and lightly sighed:

"So be it, your sins lie not with you, but with this world."

"Spare your life."

He lifted his head, staring at the Celestial Vault, suddenly questioning:

"Heaven and earth, in borrowing the essence of High Heaven, I ask you in the name of Celestial Venerate."

"Why do these afflictions persist?"

Initially, heaven and earth were silent.

Then, thunder rumbled, with lightning crashing, resounding endlessly in this city, across a thousand cities, in ten thousand cities!

As if the heavens were roaring at the ethereal elder! Furious! Menacing!

"Celestial Venerate above." The elder merely sighed.

The enraged heavens suddenly silenced.

Like a kitten, deflated after a hiss, amidst gentle winds and light clouds, carrying a hint of grievance.

Within the Taoist Palace, Zhang Fusheng expressionlessly cast aside a person newly refined from illusion into reality.

This technique used to tease the ’heaven and earth’.

Indeed, it worked every time.

He couldn’t help but scratch his aching rear... What’s wrong with the Meditation Mat today?

Why does it feel like it’s sprouted spikes?