Secret Buyer-Chapter 178 - 141: Why Did You Have to Scare Me!! (2)

Chapter 178: Chapter 141: Why Did You Have to Scare Me!! (2)

"Come over here."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself:

"I’m just a solitary grave in the desolate wilderness... Such am I, and who isn’t?"

"Gods and Immortals, no matter how immortal, eventually become a handful of yellow earth, a solitary ancient grave."

He saw year after year, age after age.

The name on the ancient tombstone gradually blurred, beaten away by the passing years of wind.

Thus it is.

The eighth Form and Spirit, the Ancient Tomb Form, is complete.

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly, a sigh filled with untold vicissitudes.

The alley remained silent.

He raised his eyes; the Ancient Tomb Form did not manifest on the body like the previous seven forms.

The Ancient Tomb Form seemed to manifest ’upon the spirit,’ ’upon the soul.’

Zhang Fusheng looked again at the alley.

The alley was no longer an alley.

He unexpectedly saw the essence of the alley in reality — or perhaps, after comprehending the Ancient Tomb Form,

he truly could see the Bridge of Helplessness with a direct glance!

Everything in the alley began to lose color, fading...

The road beneath his feet turned into a dilapidated bridge surface.

Ahead was a deep, dark expanse with no visible way out, and as for behind?

Zhang Fusheng instinctively wanted to turn around, but found he could not, feeling a huge, invisible pressure,

as if the entire weight of the Netherworld Underworld rested on his shoulders!

Past events uncontrollably surged in his thoughts,

the air was exceedingly thick,

unable to turn back, unable to turn back.

"I’m so scared..." The youth seemed to cry and laugh, cried and laughed, not knowing whether he feared the Bridge of Helplessness,

or the handful of yellow earth, the solitary grave after a thousand years.

The great world and all its things scatter with the wind, the last traces wear away.

Emptiness, void.

The power of the Ancient Tomb seeped into his mind and spirit, never had he so intensely desired everlasting existence, immortality and imperishability.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly found himself on the Bridge of Helplessness, yet the Bridge was not in that alley.

The Bridge of Helplessness seemed to travel toward somewhere.

It was—the outskirts of the city.

So it was, so it was.

He suddenly understood that the followers of the Ancestor of Land Immortals had somehow guided him onto the Bridge of Helplessness,

then by the Bridge, led him... to them.

He raised his head.

Above was still the full moon.

It seemed that in the Underworld, the full moon was perpetually suspended.

Uncertain of how much time had passed.

"Have we arrived...?"

Through the eerie, grey mist shrouding the bridge, he saw indistinct images no longer shifting.

The Bridge of Helplessness seemed to have reached somewhere.

The mist was dissipating, dissipating.

The Bridge of Helplessness appeared on the yellow land, outside Chongyang City, the distant city lights brightly shining, shadows surrounded it,

they were watching him.

Even though he had used the unclear ’Ancient Tomb Form,’

Zhang Fusheng perceived the illusion on the bridge, saw this bridge truly, yet could neither turn back nor dare to proceed.

This was the Bridge of Helplessness.

A step forward, life or death, who could tell?

He stood there, not daring to move, sweat dripped down.

Though trembling from the majesty of the Bridge of Helplessness, his mind was clear and empty.

Like that ancient tomb in the autumn wind.

All matters had passed.

The bridge suddenly transformed into a streak of light, entering an old man’s sleeve.

Zhang Fusheng fell to the ground, gasping, sweat pouring from his pores, quickly soaking the muddy ground.

No longer on the bridge.

The intangible pressure, like the entire solemn Underworld, dispersed completely.

But he looked around at the shadows, and at the old man who had spoken with him before, now withdrawing the Bridge of Helplessness.

He was still so afraid...

"Originally, I should have waited for that lord to arrive."

The old man calmly gazed at the trembling youth and spoke steadily:

"I thought that someone who could escape from the God of Plague would be an extraordinary Innate Realm personage to enrage my master..."

"But it turns out you’re not."

Zhang Fusheng’s face was pale, his heart heavy—the Bridge of Helplessness was gone, but here were dozens of others, and a mysterious old man.

Each of those dozens exuded the aura of a Martial Arts Master, though it was unclear how many viscera they had opened, they were all Martial Arts Masters...

And the old man, who knew what realm he was in.

Grandmaster?

Or even, Innate??

Zhang Fusheng did not know.

The old man stared at the trembling youth, leisurely speaking:

"We will take you, you will establish a Blood Shrine for my master, lay the Great Magic Altar, sound the magic drum, strike the divine gong."

"Thus, my master may forgive you."

After a pause, he spoke indifferently:

"Not getting up yet?"

The young man stood up shakily.

Follow them?

Establish the Blood Shrine, forge the Magic Altar, beat the divine drum and gong, then let himself be possessed by the Ancestor of Land Immortals?

No.

Not allowed.

Absolutely! Not! Allowed!

Even if he couldn’t defeat these people, even if he couldn’t defeat this old man, as long as he delayed for some time, let Zhou Muniu and Hu Zhongli arrive!

Zhang Fusheng’s expression grew more and more ferocious as he turned around, staring intently at the mysterious old man:

"What if I don’t go?"

The old man smiled:

"Then we’ll just break your limbs and take you away. We will forge the Blood Shrine and Magic Altar for you."

"We’ll hold your shattered body, make you bow with your head towards the Blood Shrine, make you strike the magic drum with your hands."

"Thus, the great gaze of my lord can still descend upon your soul, and descend upon your body through the Five Mansions Temple within your Divine Realm..."

With every word he spoke, with every sentence, Zhang Fusheng’s breathing became more rapid.

He had seen the Ancient Tomb Form.

He pursued immortality.

The young man’s expression seemed pale, yet calm, more calm than ever:

"The one who occupies the Celestial Position..."

One figure after another surrounded him. The old man who had put away the Bridge of Helplessness stepped forward, his expression calm.

He spoke calmly:

"Do you want to resist?"

"Do you intend to resist with your body of Two Viscera, or with your Divine Realm?"

Zhang Fusheng said nothing, his body tense, storing up power.

The old man smiled:

"You truly are an incredible genius, a Martial Arts Master who has already attained the Divine Realm, reaching Spiritual Perfection..."

Zhang Fusheng trembled slightly, watching the old man come closer.

Was it fear, or was it... excitement?

The old man spoke leisurely:

"Unfortunately, genius, I am one too."

The space around the old man warped slightly, a manifestation of Divine Thought interfering with reality. He too had opened a True Divine Realm!

A Grandmaster?

Zhang Fusheng’s brow twitched violently.

He heard the old man say:

"I too, as a Martial Arts Master, have opened a True Divine Realm... This time, capturing you, my lord will surely grant great rewards."

The old man said with a smile:

"Then, I will be able to break through the barriers of the flesh and achieve Grandmaster—not just that, but become a Grandmaster..."

He licked his lips excitedly, staring intently at the bewildered face of the young man,

Yes, it should have been to wait for the great one to come in person.

But this young man was just a Two Viscera!

When the great one arrives, the credit would be lost.

Such enormous credit, how can it not be held firmly in one’s own hands??

To not take what the heavens bestow is a crime...

The old man laughed heartily.

The young man, trembling from extreme fear, showed an even more bewildered expression on his face.

He asked blankly:

"You are... a Martial Arts Master?"

The old man’s gaze fell on the young man, nodding slightly.

The young man gasped for breath, silently informing Zhou Muniu not to bring Hu Zhongli here.

The Bridge of Helplessness.

It’s mine.

He closed his eyes, trembling, trembling.

Zhang Fusheng said softly:

"You have... truly scared me..."

Word by word, sentence by sentence.

Under the watchful eyes from all around, iron-colored aura started flowing on the young man’s body, his fists surrounded by the rise and fall of qi and blood, reflecting magnificent layers of True Intent.

Whether it was the roar of a Black Tiger, or the surge of ocean tides,

Or the coiling of a Yin Snake, the rumble of Spring Thunder, the abrupt opening of towering mountains, the ground-shaking of a Great Stele...

The young man’s clothes were torn.

He expanded, expanded.

Twelve layers of True Intent clashed against one another. A giant, six meters tall, stood under the moonlight, above the earth, his heartbeat like muffled drums, shaking the ground, causing sand and gravel to roll...

The old man was dumbfounded, watching the twelve-layer scene behind the giant, watching the qi blood smoke surge, watching the giant tremble, shiver!

Trembling due to the destined death, the predestined sense of decay on that Bridge of Helplessness.

The trembling giant spoke in a deep voice:

"A Martial Arts Master..."

"How dare you try to capture me!"

Zhang Fusheng roared in the wilderness far from the city, the ground beneath his feet slightly trembling, ten meters, a hundred meters!

The ground vibrated continuously, as if a subterranean dragon had flipped over, causing small stones within a hundred-meter radius to be shaken into the air!

"Why do you want to scare me with the Bridge of Helplessness!"

The reverberation of destined death, destined decay, still crawled across his heart.

Zhang Fusheng raised his palms, which were now like a mighty stele, and slammed them onto the ground!

Celestial Stele shakes the earth.

A thousand meters of land, torn asunder.

Huge force spread in all directions, dust waves surged up, trenches tens of meters deep ripped a thousand meters away!!