"Ahead, thatâs Hangu City."
The handsome young man gazed at the majestic city, then turned his head to look at Zhu Xiaoming, who wore a troubled expression.
He smiled along with the withered woman lying on his back, and then asked:
"My Vajra Guardian, what are you thinking about?"
Zhu Xiaoming touched his large, shiny bald head:
"Buddha Son, Iâm thinking about Old Zhang, is he still alive?"
"Zhang Fusheng?"
The Buddha Sonâs expression became slightly solemn, and he sighed lightly:
"I havenât been paying attention, so I donât know much. But from the last bit of news, it seems heâs doing well, holding a high position in a superior city called Chongyang."
Zhu Xiaoming seemed a bit lost, Chongyang...
Over the two months he spent by the Buddha Sonâs side, he gradually came to understand the matters of the Cultivation Realm,
and even met an old man referred to as Walking Under God, who seemed very powerful â far more powerful than any Martial Arts Master.
After a moment of being lost in thought, Zhu Xiaoming softly asked:
"Buddha Son, didnât you say that soon there will be an earth-shattering change in Chongyang, accompanied by a celestial opportunity? Why arenât we going to Chongyang?"
The Buddha Son glanced at him and laughed:
"What, thinking about helping your old friend? You havenât experienced Empowerment yet, so you canât help him."
Zhu Xiaoming, with a smile on his face, said:
"But you are here..."
The Buddha Son rolled his eyes:
"Your expectations are too high for me. Iâm not even a Grandmaster â itâs not hard to slay a few Grandmasters, but such a great whirlpool is beyond what I can meddle in."
After pausing for a moment, the Buddha Son pointed to the majestic Hangu City and said calmly:
"The Golden Province is about to become chaotic. You will leave with me to my sectâs ancestral land, where you will undergo Divine Spirit Empowerment."
"With your talent, becoming a Vajra overnight is not difficult."
Zhu Xiaoming didnât understand what Vajra was, he just nodded vaguely and mumbled:
"What about Old Zhang and Lu Yao?"
The Buddha Son gave him a glance:
"Youâre sentimental â itâs both good and bad. The world is full of turmoil; if you canât let go, you wonât attain purity."
"Without purity, how can one become a Buddha?"
"Oh well, I will have the Walking Under God in the sect, along with a few Divine Favor Envoys, look after Zhang Fusheng. Once thereâs news, Iâll tell you immediately, how about it?"
Zhu Xiaoming nodded vigorously and saluted:
"Thank you, Buddha Son."
"No need to thank me." The Buddha Son said lightly, "As for Lu Yao, once you succeed in Empowerment, you can lead her over and have her be your Mingfei. Wouldnât that be wonderful?"
Zhu Xiaomingâs face instantly turned red, and he started fidgeting nervously.
The Buddha Son laughed heartily, leading him forward, his gaze flowing over Hangu City.
If memory serves, the first seat and third seat of the High Heaven are also in this city, waiting to leave the Golden Province once the city opens.
The first seat is favored by the Venerate of the Western Sect, and since the third seat can also leave Chongyang, it seems theyâre under the watchful eyes of the deity from the Eastern Sect.
High Heaven...
The Buddha Son led Zhu Xiaoming into the city, chattering along the way:
"Do you still remember the discoloration of heaven and earth twelve days ago?"
"I remember, I remember. Everything turned black and white, like an old TV!"
"Hmm."
The Buddha Son nodded:
"Across thirty-three cities, the world turned black and white, all because a Ten Thousand Feet Bull Demon, embodying the will of a Divine Spirit, drew a bow and shot an arrow."
Zhu Xiaomingâs eyes widened. Ten Thousand Feet Bull Demon?
An arrow causing discoloration across thirty-three cities?
He shrank his neck:
"Unimaginable... Iâm more worried about Old Zhang and Lu Yao."
The Buddha Son responded with a soft âhmmâ:
"If it werenât for that arrow, I wouldnât be in such a hurry to get to Hangu City, waiting for it to open, as the future of the Golden Province is now unpredictable... hmm?"
He suddenly raised an eyebrow, and along with the withered woman on his back, looked to the side.
He saw a Little Monk, with a tiger-like head, walking into Hangu City while carrying an unclear object covered with a black cloth, panting heavily.
The Little Monk seemed to sense something, glanced over, and met the gaze of the Buddha Son.
With a fierce expression, the Little Monk made a sound:
"Mandala..."
The Buddha Son became interested, squinting his eyes:
"I didnât expect to meet a Ling Mountain Remnant here, and they donât seem to be an ordinary one at that."
He didnât rashly reach out to probe, as the object covered by the black cloth on the Little Monkâs back gave him a very dangerous feeling.
Like facing the Great Black Heaven.
No.
Itâs even superior to the Great Black Heaven.
"Could it be a Buddha Statue?" The Buddha Son mused to himself, but what Buddha Statue can give him a stronger sense of oppression and danger than directly facing the Great Black Heaven?
This Little Monk coming here, for what purpose?
Amidst the confusion, the city suddenly became noisy. The Buddha Son, Little Monk, Zhu Xiaoming and others looked towards the sound and saw the sky split open.
The Buddha Son was astonished:
"Why is the Boundary Gate opening now??"
The Boundary Gate, the portal between the province and the World Plateau; across forty-nine provinces, each has only one Boundary Gate connecting to the outside world.
Zhu Xiaoming gazed numbly at the splendid sight of the sky splitting open, seeing the glow of the clouds and mist rolling away,
and saw a colossal âwarship,â hundreds of times larger than an Aerospace Ship, slowly sail in from that split in the sky.
No.
Itâs not a warship!
Zhu Xiaoming rubbed his eyes in confusion, clearly spotting a dead giant beast!
A beast resembling a giant whale from the sea, yet equipped with large wings, its body extending over a hundred miles, each wing like clouds hanging from the sky, stretching dozens of miles,
on a beast of such unimaginable size, there shimmered a metallic sheen, indicative of extensive technological modifications...
"What is that?" Zhu Xiaoming asked dumbfounded.
The Buddha Sonâs expression was gravely serious beyond description:
"Jingpeng Ship."
He softly explained:
"A Level 4 Star Beast, transformed into a giant warship after hollowing out the carcass of a Giant Whale Roc, with only dozens of similar ships across the Federation."