Thoughts slowly returned to the Eight Sceneries Palace, then gradually back to reality.
He opened his eyes.
Zhang Fusheng was still a bit dazed, somewhat incredulous.
"The cause, the process, the result....."
He murmured to himself as he looked at the night scene outside the window, a transaction, a distortion and change covering countless events that ultimately achieved the transactionâs content.
Contract, what exactly are you?
Zhang Fusheng didnât know, but his mood slowly calmed down, and at this moment, he began to understand.
In his view, the âtwisted eventâ spread out very, very wide,
but on the scale of the universe, it was incredibly small.
Even the projection of the Eight Sceneries Palace could change the past.
Why shouldnât the Contract be able to?
It was at this moment that Zhang Fusheng started seriously pondering â what is the Contract?
"Transaction, exchange, it can even involve cause and effect, time, and even more abstract concepts."
"The exchange must be willing, but it doesnât strictly require âequivalenceâ."
"Just like..."
He muttered in his heart, remembering the nonsense lie he had been telling all along.
"The path of the Celestial Venerate is the Heavenly Path."
"The Heavenly Path, takes from the excess to fill the lacking."
Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, chewed a Calming Tea leaf, and his mood became more and more stable.
If the five seats above the High Heaven involve various sects led by those usurping the Celestial Position of head,
then this time, the move on Hu Zhongli, such a Golden Legislator,
involves the âFederationâ.
Should the High Heaven Association be underwater or above water?
Zhang Fusheng pondered.
Perhaps it should be âin the middleâ.
Mostly unseen underwater, a few people above water.
It needs to develop, so it canât always exist under absolute shadows, it needs to be known by a few,
even.....
be admired by a few folks.
It needs to become synonymous with âpowerâ and âinterestsâ.
It is a brand new interest group hidden within the Federation, still a self-centered interest group.
Zhang Fusheng exhaled a fresh breath with a tea fragrance.
"The Celestial Venerate cannot meet too many people, so the High Heaven above needs to maintain enough dignity and mystery, but the High Heaven Association can be spread within a certain range."
"To meet the Celestial Venerate needs to become a supreme âhonorâ."
Zhang Fusheng set the tone.
He browsed the Divine Net, intending to search for the necessary conditions to step into the Innate Realm, but yielded little,
He found only a few keywords.
âHarmonyâ, âSealing Furnaceâ, âDivine Realmâ.
And, âtruly touching a Different Dimensionâ.
"Does it mean that breaking the Spiritual Limit requires inversely descending into the Different Dimension? Hence the need for aid from Deities of Different Dimensions?"
"And because of this, the followers in the Innate Realm, truly contacting the Deity, are called the Divine Favored?"
Zhang Fusheng silently guessed in his heart, deeming his guesses though off, are not too far.
Now thatâs troublesome.....
Doesnât it mean I still have to make contact with the âAncestor of Land Immortalsâ??
Though the Innate Realm is still far away from me,
But as the saying goes, forewarned is forearmed â this matter canât possibly be left until nearing Innate status to resolve.
"Troublesome..." Zhang Fusheng sighed quietly, Chen Yuque, sitting upright in the room, couldnât help but glance over,
Then immediately retracted her gaze, maintaining her upright posture.
She positioned herself well.
âKnock, knock, knockâ
A knock on the door sounded.
Glancing at the time, it was just midnight, probably here to deliver the Soul Container, quite punctual.
Zhang Fusheng stood up, lazily walked to the door, as goods from the Divine Net required account verification for receipt.
Opened the door.
In just half a minute, completing a not-so-complicated process, a delivery man knocked on the door of the next room.
Holding the small Soul Container, intending to return to his room.
âCreakïœâ
The door of room 1203 opened.
A familiar voice slipped into his ears.
"Help!"
"Star Beast Burger, milk tea, fried chicken leg!"
Little Child checked to ensure there was no misdelivery, blissfully preparing to enjoy the feast back in the room, suddenly noticing a gaze staring firmly at her.
Her eyes slanted:
"What are you looking at? Never seen delivery before....."
Lin Dongxiâs eyes, peering from the corner, suddenly blinked, uh-oh, mistaken identity?
She turned her head.
Four eyes met each other.
Lin Dongxi looked at that familiar, gloomy, sinisterly smiling face, along with the eerie Soul Container in the personâs arms.
"Evilââ"
Before she screamed âEvil Godâs Clawâ again.
Zhang Fusheng grabbed the nape of Little Childâs fateâs neck.
"Third Senior Sister..."
"What a coincidence!"
Zhang Fusheng gritted his teeth, speaking slowly, Chen Yuqueâs head also poked out from the door.
The delivery man wisely left.
The waiting area was this big, with the hub in the cities, the drama of narrow escapes played out daily.
Handed the container to Chen Yuque, took a burger from the delivery bag, stuffed it whole into Lin Dongxiâs mouth to stifle her scream,
Zhang Fusheng dragged the teary-eyed Little Child, slamming the door shut with a bang.
At the same time.
Little Child traced a parabolic arc in the air, âthumpâ sitting down on the living room carpet,
She was reluctant to spit out the burger that blocked her mouth, so she swallowed it whole, belched, and sprang to her feet:
"Are you..... are you human or ghost???"
Zhang Fusheng stepped forward with a sinister grin:
"No, no, no, neither human nor ghost, but the Evil Godâs Claw!"
He hoisted Little Child.
The latterâs face displayed a smile harder than crying:
"Little Junior Brother....."
"I said it was a misunderstanding before, do you believe me?"
Upon hearing him call her Third Senior Sister, Little Child actually realized that this was indeed her Junior Brother, not a body manipulated by the God of Plague.