Secret Buyer-Chapter 180 - 143: Holding the Bridge of Helplessness, Anchoring the Other Shore!

Chapter 180: Chapter 143: Holding the Bridge of Helplessness, Anchoring the Other Shore!

Upon the desolate land.

More than thirty Martial Arts Masters, who hadn’t had a chance to make a move, stood dumbfounded.

The skeletal figure glowed with a faint golden light, sitting cross-legged in the yellow mud, while the blood tomb behind it exuded a strange sense of deathly silence,

and above its head.

The two-hundred-meter-tall Netherworld Dharma Aspect stood with majesty, solemnity, and gravity.

It just stood there.

As if holding the power over life and death, both compassionate and enraged.

"Escape!!"

The Martial Arts Masters scattered and fled chaotically.

Zhang Fusheng’s hollow eye sockets just quietly gazed.

The Netherworld Dharma Aspect held the Bridge of Helplessness in one hand and reached out with the other, accompanied by a soft sigh:

"To flee? To disperse? Or to remain still?"

The fractured earth rolled, and the mud and stones suddenly bound the legs of the fleeing ones tightly,

The Martial Arts Masters turned pale, exerting effort to break free, only to be horrified to find they could not!!

Lowering their heads, they glanced back.

To their shock, they discovered the blood tomb behind the solemn skeleton had somehow dispersed.

The flesh and blood had unknowingly merged into the earth, mixed with stones, transforming into numerous bloody hands, holding their legs firmly!!

This scene was too bizarre.

Bizarre to the point of terror!!

Some Martial Arts Masters widened their eyes and mouths, emitting divine radiance and white light towards the gigantic Dharma Aspect and the solemn skeleton,

while others, decisively frightened, used their hands as blades to sever their own feet, using leg bones as feet to continue fleeing!!

They were scared out of their wits.

"Angry? Or terrified?"

The clashing of the throat bones and teeth of the solemn skeleton produced no vocal cords, no flesh,

yet the friction of the bones still emitted a piercing, solemn, and compassionate inquiry!

The divine radiance, the blazing white light, struck the Netherworld Dharma Aspect, only to pass through, hitting the distant ground.

Large tracts of land were torn and evaporated.

The Netherworld Dharma Aspect lowered its hand.

One, two, three.

Like playing whack-a-mole, it flattened each resisting Martial Arts Master into a meat patty!!

The meat patty quickly dissipated into powder.

They were drained of all vitality.

Seven or eight Martial Arts Masters who severed their legs to escape didn’t manage to flee in the end; they ran and ran, ran and ran...

Only to find themselves suddenly faced with a solemn skeleton, back turned to them, with a Netherworld Dharma Aspect, also back turned to them.

Inexplicably, they had run back, even managing to reach the terrifying figure’s back.

"How... how could this be?"

Someone muttered in terror, while most others fell to their knees abruptly.

The solemn skeleton, back facing them, with the rubbing of its bones emitting a peculiar sound:

"Who is the lord you speak of?"

The inquiry was soft, yet carried an undeniable feeling, especially as the Netherworld Dharma Aspect raised the Bridge of Helplessness,

Though unable to activate it, it exuded a sense of majesty,

indeed adding an air of the Emperor of the Underworld wielding sovereignty over life and death, the arbiter of good and evil!

For those with weak faith and frail minds, in fright, they spilled everything unreservedly.

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly, gradually gaining understanding.

The true follower of the Ancestor of Land Immortals, it turned out, was just one.

An enigmatic Innate resident of Golden City—only an Innate person had the tremendous power to directly communicate with deities from a different dimension.

Likewise, the Bridge of Helplessness was also acquired by that Innate person.

Unable to leave Golden City for a short time, they had their subordinate bring the Bridge of Helplessness to Chongyang City to find themselves,

as per the original plan, upon finding them, the old man who was killed would immediately use the Bridge of Helplessness to send themselves to that Innate individual’s presence...

"He was greedy."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, seeing great absurdity in entrusting the Bridge of Helplessness so carelessly to a Pseudo Master?

Unlikely, unless there was a hidden safeguard within the Bridge of Helplessness.

Zhang Fusheng’s Divine Thought penetrated into the Bridge of Helplessness, examining it meticulously, discovering indeed a spiritual imprint like a blazing sun, directly connected to the Bridge of Helplessness!

Though not genuinely controlling this Supreme Treasure,

and unable to rely on the imprint to directly perceive the distant conditions here—which was not something everyone could do like Zhang Fusheng, with an immortal thought, of infinite position.

But with a single thought, the Bridge of Helplessness could be taken from a distance.

"I see."

Zhang Fusheng chuckled and shook his head, thinking could that imprint make it foolproof?

Normally, it would indeed.

Unfortunately...

He encountered himself.

The spiritual realm of a Pseudo-Innate level trembled, the Netherworld Dharma Aspect turned and stared at the trembling Martial Arts Masters.

The solemn Dharma Aspect spoke:

"Ye, are guilty."

The four words landed.

Spiritual will communicated with the Ancient Tomb Form, utilizing the capabilities of the Dharma Aspect to interfere with reality, to interfere with truth.

Such a scene appeared as if ’words and laws follow’.

The eight Martial Arts Masters, kneeling on the ground, suddenly trembled, and then stopped moving, their vitality quietly ’confiscated’, their lives quietly ’confiscated’ as well.

Zhang Fusheng quietly sensed.

With the Ancient Tomb Form, he seemed to possess an extraordinary spiritual sense towards death and souls.

At this moment, he could distinctly perceive the souls of the eight Martial Arts Masters silently split by an irresistible great power!

Among the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, two souls and five spirits quietly headed to the sky, vanished into the Celestial Vault, leaving the residual souls for him to truly be absorbed.

"To the sky..."

The solemn skeleton raised his head to look at the sky, leisurely got up, the flesh and blood embedded in the earth peeled away,

first entangled and coalesced behind him to form a blood tomb, the Dharma Aspect shrunk, submerged into the tomb, then the big tomb collapsed, turning back into masses of flesh and blood, climbing onto Zhang Fusheng’s bones.

He once again became a human.

The third form, withdrawn.

The Eighteen-foot True Body slowly compressed, and Zhang Fusheng reduced to the size of an ordinary person.

The second form, withdrawn.

He returned to a normal state, lifting the Bridge of Helplessness, the size of only two hands, with both hands, stomping his foot.

The Yin Snake True Intent pierced into the ground, spreading in all directions, the fractured rocks, spilled blood, battle remnants...

All of it was eroded by the Yin Snake True Intent, transformed into pure dust.

A kilometer of land had turned into a kilometer of desert.

In the field, only eight dead Martial Arts Masters remained kneeling.

"Mercy, mercy."

Zhang Fusheng sighed, clutching the Bridge of Helplessness, his figure disappeared from the original location, heading back toward Chongyang City.

......

Quietly returning home.

Zhang Fusheng sent a message to Black Eye, informing them he had returned home, without saying much else.

His parents were sound asleep.

Entering the room, he sat cross-legged, incorporating the Bridge of Helplessness into his own Divine Realm, his thoughts also sinking into the Divine Realm.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the Eight Sceneries Palace, on the meditation mat.

"Transform."

With a thought, Zhang Fusheng imagined a thick cushion, placing it on the meditation mat under his buttocks, then sat down.

Ah.

Much more comfortable.

Zhang Fusheng, satisfied, picked up the Bridge of Helplessness, gazed at it for a moment, and then lightly flicked it, surprisingly extracting the spiritual imprint infused in it!

Even the grand thoughts of a deity he could extract.

Let alone an innate being?

"The Bridge of Helplessness... a supreme treasure."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, in this world, the treasures flowing from different dimensions were all referred to as "supreme treasures."

But evidently, there are differences among supreme treasures... this is after all the Bridge of Helplessness!

Unreservedly speaking, the Bridge of Helplessness is almost like the Ghost Gate, in some sense, it is already a symbol of the Underworld, the Nine Netherworld!

"The harvest this time is incredibly huge... not just the Bridge of Helplessness."

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes were bright and full of spirit, a smile spreading across his face.

Martial artists refine their bodies, everyone seeks the Five Viscera Divine Power, Masters and Grandmasters unite Essence, Qi, and Spirit, forming the "Dharma Aspect."

Though I am not a Grandmaster.

Yet, I possess a Dharma Aspect.

"The form and spirit of the Ancient Tomb, it actually works on the spirit and Dharma Aspect... White Bone Observation, Hell Observation, Ksitigarbha Observation."

Zhang Fusheng talked to himself, the four major Contemplation Techniques of the Ling Mountain system all seem to have incredible mysteries,

The mystery of White Bone Observation mostly lies in the "Ancient Tomb Form."

"If it were someone else, based on the Dharma Aspect formed by the form and spirit of the Ancient Tomb, it’s probably the White Bone Dharma Aspect."

"If further progressed, it might become the Hell Dharma Aspect."

"Beyond that?"

Zhang Fusheng squinted:

"Then it would be the Ksitigarbha Dharma Aspect... but I am different."

He could sense that his own Dharma Aspect was not the White Bone, Hell, or Ksitigarbha Dharma Aspect, or could have these three forms,

But the form of the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate surpasses even the Ksitigarbha Dharma Aspect.

"This transformation is due to the sincere prayers and the incense offerings from several souls over hundreds of years."

"It also seems to be because the Six Ding Divine Fire is slowly modifying my spiritual will and Divine Realm..."

Zhang Fusheng slightly frowned, unable to understand the fundamental reason behind the Dharma Aspect’s transformation into the Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate.

Could it be.....

He thought of the incense and suddenly had an idea.

"Assuming a Celestial Position... could the positions of the Emperor of the Underworld and Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate be unoccupied by anyone??"

Zhang Fusheng swallowed, could it be that he, by accident, was on the right path, making the act of his soul receiving offerings the path to assuming a Celestial Position??

Could it be that I am currently assuming the position of the Emperor of the Underworld??

Or in other words.

Emperor Fengdu.

"First using the Divine Realm to create a scenery of Hell, now truly obtaining the Bridge of Helplessness, how coincidental, how coincidental."

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin, though it was incredibly distant from him, he had also imagined the future, considered whether to assume a Celestial Position.

The Celestial Position he actually favored more is.....

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the Eight Sceneries Palace, and touched the meditation mat beneath him.

Spread out his hand.

Felt uneasy!

"Could it be you have self-awareness??"

Zhang Fusheng shivered, feeling a slight toothache:

"If you truly possess something like consciousness, please hear my explanation, I did not intentionally belittle you that day..."

"Unintentional mistake, unintentional words, are you going to hold it against me?"

After speaking to the meditation mat, he waited silently for a moment, then cautiously reached out his hand to touch it.

Hey?

It no longer pricked his hand?

Zhang Fusheng was not pleased, instead, a chill ran through his heart, he withdrew the thick cushion, and again seated himself directly on the meditation mat.

It no longer scratched his buttocks.

What the heck!

"Does this thing truly have consciousness??" Zhang Fusheng exclaimed in surprise, suddenly feeling a sharp pain on his buttocks — "Ouch!"

He nearly jumped up.

Spoke a lot of nice words to the peculiar meditation mat again, and only when it quieted down did Zhang Fusheng breathe a sigh of relief.

This time, he dared not even secretly criticize.

He made an effort to clear his mind of some not-so-good and malicious thoughts about the meditation mat, then refocused on the Bridge of Helplessness.

His spiritual will connected with it.

In front of him, numerous grand scenes suddenly flashed — anchored!

The Bridge of Helplessness, in a certain sense, inherently is a major scene within the Underworld.

But at the same time, it is also a supreme treasure that can be used to anchor!

Three hundred and sixty-five grand scenes swirled around Zhang Fusheng’s eyes, eerily, these scenes were almost indistinguishable from one another...

"Indeed."

"The Bridge of Helplessness, ever since its creation, must have existed within the Underworld Soil, right?"

Zhang Fusheng carefully observed the three hundred sixty-five almost indistinguishable images, directly selecting one from them.

It was the great river flowing under the bridge.

Yellow Springs.

The three hundred and sixty-five images slightly swayed.

Yet the Yellow Springs did not directly reflect out — the Yellow Springs had already been chosen by someone.

Zhang Fusheng was initially startled, then suddenly realized, that innate being in the Golden City!

He naturally had already used the Bridge of Helplessness to anchor a major scene, choosing the Yellow Springs River!

"Bastard!"

Zhang Fusheng cursed, re-anchoring another image.

This time, it was beside the Bridge of Helplessness, on the banks of the Yellow Springs River.

It was the Other Shore, flourishing with red spider lilies.

Success.