Secret Buyer-Chapter 177 - 141: Why Did You Scare Me?!

Governance Building.

Zhou Muniu suddenly looked up and said sideways:

"Old Hu, let’s take a walk, just wander a bit."

The Governor accompanying them was a bit surprised, and Hu Zhongli was also puzzled but still nodded:

"Naturally, I listen to what Legislator Zhou says."

They left the Governance Building, following the young legislator to an alley, and eventually reached a hotel.

Shen Baobao and Kong Dongyan were startled and saluted the group.

Zhou Muniu paused, looking around, but saw nothing.

Hu Zhongli was somewhat surprised:

"Legislator?"

Zhou Muniu was silent for a moment, didn’t speak, just looked up at the crescent moon.

......

In the alley.

Zhang Fusheng observed the full moon overhead. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

This scene was too eerie.

He was simultaneously viewing the celestial vault through his own perspective and that of Zhou Muniu.

The position of the drifting clouds was identical, the only difference was the moon.

One was a crescent, the other a full moon.

This was too bizarre, for he was still not in the Divine Realm!

Zhang Fusheng’s hair stood on end, his once soft fists now bore thick calluses, exuding a bluish-black hue,

He looked around, again and again, sweat streaming down his forehead.

He was still in reality.

Yet also not in reality.

Where was this place?

Silent, silent...

Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts entered the Divine Realm, instantly appearing in the Eight Sceneries Palace, and he walked to the Gate of the Past, peering at himself a minute earlier!

He saw it.

He truly saw it.

The scene revealed inside the Gate of the Past.

He was not in the alley, but rather.....

On a wooden bridge.

Just a wooden bridge.

With a unique high-dimensional perspective observing it, Zhang Fusheng could see everything about the bridge clearly,

Neither stone nor metal nor iron nor wood, the bridge surface was mottled and narrow, and it seemed enveloped in eternal grey mist,

Decay, dilapidation, obliteration.....

All kinds of ’silence’ wafted on the bridge, an air of emptiness and forgetfulness, on the bridge, everywhere...

At the head of the bridge.

A stele stood upright.

On the stele were the characters [Helplessness].

Bridge of Helplessness.

Bridge of Helplessness!!

Zhang Fusheng’s scalp tingled, damn!

He observed himself earlier, before entering the alley, attempting to knock on the door, wanting to prevent his earlier self from entering the alley, but suddenly stopped.

It’s useless.

He was already drawn onto the [Bridge of Helplessness].

Whether or not he entered the alley made no difference.

The followers of the Ancestor of Land Immortals had already set their sights on him, this tribulation was inevitable sooner or later.

There was no escape.

Changing the past in this situation would only make him lose control over a certain period. If he died then?

He’d truly be beyond salvation.

Zhang Fusheng breathed rapidly, and with a thought, the scene inside the Gate collapsed into darkness, was stained with variegated colors, and once again presented the scene from moments earlier.

Back then, he was running back and forth between the alley entrance and exit, trying to escape.

But within this Gate, under this high-dimensional perspective.

Zhang Fusheng saw that he hadn’t moved at all, hadn’t even turned around — you can’t look back on the Bridge of Helplessness.

It’s solemn, terrifying, and desperate.

It is the final destination, the endpoint of all things, the path all the dead must tread.

His thoughts returned to himself, and when he opened his eyes, he was still in the alley, with a full moon overhead, and a chilling silence all around.

"Aren’t you coming out yet?"

He spoke deep and low, breathing heavily, silently communicating with the stored Eight Forms in the Contract, if all were to merge, it would take an indeterminate amount of time,

But if it was just one of the Forms?

The Fourth Form, Blood Painting, the Fifth Form, Decaying, the Sixth Form, Beast-Devouring, or the Eighth Form, Ancient Tomb?

It seemed there was no need to think.

The Form and Spirit of the Ancient Tomb had already merged with him.

At this instant.

A long passage of cultivation history entered Zhang Fusheng’s mind, the past cultivation journey of his master Hong Tianbao regarding the Ancient Tomb Form, vast in intention and realm, washing over his spiritual will!

Barren, autumn wind, cold.

Various unfathomable meanings surged in Zhang Fusheng’s heart, he saw everything turning to dust, saw an ancient tomb, saw a stele, with his true name on it.

[Zhang Fusheng]!

"Five aggregates are inherently empty, yet all one’s life loves this body..."

"Tomb guardian ghosts soar in the night moon, lost soul howls in the autumn wind..."

Zhang Fusheng whispered, each of the Eight Forms had its great mystery, but this Eighth Form seemed to be the pinnacle of mystery within mystery.

He seemed to, in an instant, see his own life from birth to death, view the various aspects after his own death,

The moment of his death, his face pale, yet like a flower blooming in spring, with a distinctly enchanting sense!

Long after death, the body rots and swells, becoming the Giant’s Observation!

Later, the skin decays, pus and blood flow out, the stench of the corpse overwhelms, the physical body’s [impurity] fully blooms — in the time of Blood Painting!

At this moment, time seemed to halt.

Only the self was observing that posthumous scene.

It was an instant, yet also ages upon ages.

The Blood Painting form began to decay, no longer discernible as human, clearly becoming a mass of decaying flesh swarmed by flies, white larvae bore in and out!

After decay comes Beast-Devouring.

With a unique perspective, Zhang Fusheng watched crows, hunting dogs, and hungry wolves competing to eat the decay, saw his own corpse being gnawed clean,

On the wasteland, leftover flesh lay half on the grassy ground, tattered skin suspended in the late breeze,

Only scattered, withered bones remained.

And later, the bones eroded in the wind year after year — this was Bone Scattering Form.

All of this.

He found that in the human world, he was left with only a symbolic grave.

That was the tomb.

A new grave became an old grave, weeds gradually overgrew, the old grave became an ancient tomb, incense also ceased.