"The last day of the year?"
Zhang Fusheng was stunned for a moment, suddenly becoming a bit dazed:
"Tomorrow is the year 2143?"
"Yes, foster father."
Zhang Fusheng fell silent for a moment.
A new year was about to begin again.
Although he had experienced tens of thousands of years, those were all during his cultivation time,
right now, a new year was coming in reality, and in a sense, he was about to turn ā19ā,
Thinking of this, Zhang Fusheng couldnāt help but feel emotional.
He still remembered that at the end of June, he officially started his cultivation at the Hongji Martial Arts Dojo, and it was also at the end of June that he completed the first deal with Uncle Wang.
From then to now, itās exactly half a year.
He had transformed from an ordinary person who was not even a quasi-martial artist to a kind of semi-godā
In fact, even ordinary Venerates might not be a match for him!
"Foster father?"
Ruan Yutu asked curiously:
"What are you thinking about?"
Zhang Fusheng snapped back, exhaling a breath of clear air, and spoke softly:
"Nothing, I just suddenly felt homesick."
"Home?" Ruan Yutu was taken aback.
"Yes, my homeland, Jiangzhou, but it has already been destroyed beyond recognition."
The certain bull shrank its neck in shock and fear.
Ruan Yutu was about to speak, but suddenly paused in her steps.
The exquisite porcelain doll on the bullās back also lifted its head, gazing into the distance.
They had suddenly walked out of the dense fog.
It was... Qinghe City.
However, this city seemed a bit different.
"Team up, team up! Recruiting the last four people, only five thousand souls, guaranteed entry into the Lost Realm!"
"Come, come, take a look, Wang Songling, the Grandmaster himself leads the team to the Lost Realm, only four thousand souls, four thousand souls per spot!"
"The most comprehensive guidebook for Changāan Town, just a hundred souls, only a hundred souls!"
Ruan Yutu and Zhang Fusheng were baffled.
One could see that Qinghe City was desolate, while outside the city, stalls were set up one after another, and the cultivators coming and going seemed endless.
Either selling so-called āLost Realmā information or selling entry spots.
"Lost Realm...."
The porcelain doll on the bullās back squinted.
"Iāll go ask about the situation." Ruan Yutu spoke softly, casually approached a stall, and offered some pseudo souls,
Moments later, she returned:
"I found out that they are all here for the āgreat opportunityā in Changāan Town, everyone wants to try their luck."
Ruan Yutu briefly said:
"According to the information gathered, Changāan Town is now occupied by Celestial Humans and Innates from various great forces."
Zhang Fusheng was surprised:
"Then why are there so many Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters going in?"
"Thereās no control on the outskirts of Changāan Town, visitors are just not allowed inside the town itself."
Ruan Yutu calmly explained:
"Most are hoping to get lucky on the outskirts. I heard from that stall owner that the situation in Chongyang City is quite bad, with cultists running rampant."
"Furthermore..."
After a pause, she continued:
"To enter the Lost Realm, or rather Chongyang Heaven and Earth, you must also have āpermissionā."
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:
"What do you mean?"
Ruan Yutu quickly explained:
"The stall owner said many divine spirit-level figures hover in the Celestial Vault, not allowing people to freely enter and exit the Lost Realm."
"Those who can enter must belong to a certain divine spirit force."
Zhang Fusheng understood and laughed:
"So in just a short month or two, an entire industry has developedātaking people into Chongyang Heaven and Earth?"
"Thatās right." Ruan Yutu nodded with a wry smile, worry visible on her face: "It seems that divine spirit-level figures cannot enter Chongyang Heaven and Earth."
"The specific reason seems to be a stone monument with inscriptions stating āImmortal Gods cannot enter without a decreeā, foster father, we...?"
Zhang Fusheng nodded, knowing that this was the ancient city of Changāan, the stone monument in front of the Tai Chi Hall.
Interesting.
However, itās a good thing that the divine spirits cannot enterāafter all, heās not a divine spirit yet!
"Isnāt this just a beginnersā area for overpowered players...." Zhang Fusheng muttered silently, what is this?
Coming back to the rookie village after reaching the max level?
He pondered for a moment:
"First, find a team that qualifies to enter, sneak in, and also, check if thereās anything related to Buddhism around."
Zhang Fusheng was sure that the Tathagata Celestial Position must be nearby, but where exactly? Outside Chongyang Heaven and Earth or inside?
He was clueless.
"Yes, foster father." Ruan Yutu nodded, then asked again: "But, what about Red Bull?"
Zhang Fusheng looked at the old bull under him.
Although it was merely an avatar, it had truly become a Venerate, likely unable to enter Chongyang Heaven and Earth.
"Hereās the plan." He communicated to Old Bull: "For now, you should leave and then return in the guise of a divine spirit, sitting with those deities in the Celestial Vault, and inquire about the situation, understood?"
Old Bull nodded vigorously.
Zhang Fusheng then dismounted, watching as Old Bullās form disappeared into the depths of the thick fog, until it vanished completely.
"Alright."
Only then did he say steadily:
"Yutu, for now, donāt call me foster father, letās pretend to be siblings."
After a pause, Zhang Fusheng continued:
"Before entering Chongyang Heaven and Earth, act low-key to avoid any unforeseen incidents."
"Yes, um, little brother."
Ruan Yutu took the porcelain dollās hand, as if leading a younger brother,
The two strolled among the stalls and teams, eventually locking eyes on an old man with yellow teeth.
"Oh, you two!"
The yellow-teeth old man, sensing their gaze, turned to scrutinize them, his eyes first stopping on the porcelain doll, then on the girl who seemed like an immortal, surprise flashing across his face.
He then beamed with a smile:
"Young lady, are you planning to enter the Lost Realm? And this little one?"