Secret Buyer-Chapter 338 - 260: Human Ancestor Position, Anchoring Buzhou (Part 1)

Chapter 338: Chapter 260: Human Ancestor Position, Anchoring Buzhou (Part 1)

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Having once been gazed upon by the Taiqing and Zhen Yuanzi, and seen by the true Ancient Cyan Emperor.

Zhang Fusheng thought he had become accustomed to such things.

But the Ancient God before him was different from the others.

He... she was Wa.

Zhang Fusheng felt as if he had returned to his swaddling clothes, as if seeing his mother for the first time at birth.

No, this intense feeling of filial love was even stronger.

"Good."

He heard the person in the scroll gently sigh and saw Wa put down the vine,

The radiance flowed over the magnificent body, like moonlight falling on the newly condensed jade stone,

Wa’s snake body meandered, her eyes warm and filled with all the love of the world, no longer using the vine to draw out clay to shape people,

Instead, she picked up the clay with her own hands, gently and delicately sculpting it, gradually forming a clay figure.

Zhang Fusheng saw that the clay figure looked exactly like himself.

His heart pounded fiercely.

She seemed satisfied, nodding, with her gentle eyes suddenly flickering with visions of winding mountains and swirling nebulae,

Her gaze pierced through the scroll, gazing at Zhang Fusheng from an eternity ago.

They locked eyes.

She seemed to see through everything about Zhang Fusheng, her voice once again drifting over from the ancient times, water rippled across.

"Remember, you must always be yourself."

Wa picked up the clay figure identical to Zhang Fusheng, her voice as if spring wind blossomed:

"Do not forget your true self, do not get lost, you are first yourself, then..."

"Then, only do you bear the name of Taiqing, then you are the Central Pole Sect Leader and World Venerate."

Zhang Fusheng was submerged by her gentle voice, suddenly waking up.

Indeed.

Just a few months.

He wandered among various identities, Taiqing, Zhong Mountain, World Venerate, Central Pole Sect Leader...

It can be foreseen that in the future, the mythical aspects of himself will become increasingly real,

The divinity deep within his True Spirit would also grow increasingly heavy and vast.

By then,

This small, merely human true self, this name and true heart known as Zhang Fusheng, can it still be preserved?

He thought of Emperor Tang, resolutely determined to sever the cause and effect with "Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole,"

Resolute in being the mortal Li Shimin, rather than the ancient Northern Celestial Emperor and Master of the Stars.

"I am first myself."

Zhang Fusheng murmured.

Wa nodded to him in the scroll:

"Rightfully so."

"I have buried you here, if you reach the edge of being lost, you can come to the Buzhou Celestial Pillar, to dig out your ’self’. "

Zhang Fusheng saw that the anchoring scroll, which should only be limited to a fragmentary scene, suddenly zoomed out, encompassing the whole Buzhou Celestial Pillar!

He was shocked.

Buzhou Celestial Pillar, Buzhou Mountain, from afar, unlike a mountain.

Zhang Fusheng gazed foolishly, 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

It looked more like a Profound Yellow Waterfall rushing upwards to the firmament from the earth!

It is a [Fulcrum], it is [Supporting the Sky],

It is the immortal Profound Yellow Mountain, also a golden river ascending to the heavens.

Then,

He saw Wa gently tearing open this sky-supporting Divine Mountain, this Profound Yellow Waterfall,

Then placed the clay figure, identical to himself, inside.

The mountain and waterfall reunited, and the scroll drew back into a fragmentary scene and then became static.

Zhang Fusheng also stood motionless.

He sensed another profound and mysterious Position affix to himself.

No, not affix, more like his original Position had returned.

This belongs to the first batch of Human Race, personally crafted by ’Wa’s hands [Position].

Far inferior to the infinite height of the Taiqing meditation mat, inferior to the Master of the Nine Netherworld of Central Pole Sect Leader,

But it was incredibly pure, and it truly belonged to him.

This was Wa’s gift.

"She wants me... to be myself."

"No, it is not to forget myself, it is to remember, I am Zhang Fusheng, I am first Zhang Fusheng..."

Zhang Fusheng murmured, his expression became complex, feeling the nearly [Human Ancestor] mysterious Position,

He reached out and gently touched the scroll.

Anchor successful.

"Why would it succeed?"

Zhang Fusheng heard the fierce rumbling from the Divine Realm, a puzzled and confused expression appeared on his face.

Wasn’t the Buzhou Celestial Pillar already collapsed and broken many endless years ago?

But...

Zhang Fusheng rose from the meditation mat and walked to the gate of the Taoist Palace, standing on the white jade steps,

He saw his Divine Realm undergoing unprecedented, drastic changes,

The magnificent, mountain rising like a Profound Yellow Waterfall, ascending from the center of the earth, reaching straight up!

’Rumblerumble!’

The Taoist Palace, unreachable, exceeding the limit of thought, was touched by the Buzhou Celestial Pillar.

The Taoist Palace no longer floated high above the sky, this time, it had a dependency, landing on the summit of Buzhou.

Zhang Fusheng walked down the white jade steps, stepping onto the Profound Yellow land of the top of Buzhou Mountain—it could indeed be called the earth.

It was vast, truly boundless, Buzhou’s emergence expanded Zhang Fusheng’s Divine Realm innumerably!

Because just the size of the top of Buzhou Mountain could compare with the size of his previous Divine Realm...

"Sky-supporting Divine Pillar, Profound Yellow Mountain."

He squatted down, gently caressing the Profound Yellow land, trying to employ Touching the Void—Zhang Fusheng was very curious, Buzhou had been destroyed, so where did this anchored Profound Yellow sky-supporting Divine Mountain come from?

With Touching the Void, where did the contact come from, from what direction?

The palm landed on the mountain top.

The touch was very special, indescribable, like touching the hardest metal, yet also like touching the virtually nonexistent Profound Yellow mist,

Zhang Fusheng tried to immerse his thoughts into the mountain—he failed.

He tried various methods, cause and effect sensing, mental lift, etc., all to no avail,

It seems this mountain only expanded his Divine Realm,