Secret Buyer

Chapter 558 - 345: Daluo Bows in Salute—Now I Am Released from Prison (Part 2)

"Interesting."

The Goddess’s expression returned to calmness, casually remarking as she once again activated the Haotian Mirror, directing it towards the young man in linen garments.

What appeared in the mirror was a series of indistinct, blurry figures.

It could not reveal past lives, illuminate history, penetrate cause and effect, or expose fate.

What could be reflected were

merely clusters of vague figures—after which, these shadowy figures all collapsed with a boom, collapsing into an extremely tiny, extremely reclusive ’point’!!

The people and deities in the testing ground exchanged glances.

Nezha looked up, utterly shocked.

A phrase flashed through his mind, taught by his master in the past.

"Before the world was created, before all things were born, the world was chaos, all paths did not exist, and all wonders converged into one."

"The one is the point, the creator of heaven and earth, the Primordial Celestial Venerate of Fuli, the Primordial of Fuli, not the Primordial Celestial Venerable, but the source of the Three Pristine Ones..."

So....

This is the Primordial Celestial Venerate of Fuli, who is beyond the Primordial Celestial Venerable!

Or rather...the Fuli Taoist Venerate!

Coldness crept into his heart, Nezha’s eyes filled with horror.

And at this moment.

"Cannot reflect?"

The Goddess’s face was frosty:

"I refuse to believe it!"

She employed her true essence, utilized the Tao she had comprehended, and activated the Celestial Secret formation set up by the Observatory in the Celestial Capital for support!

"I must see who you truly are, and where your true form is!"

The Haotian Mirror shimmered, a faint sound of rivers, manifesting a brilliant light.

An unexpected scene unfolded.

Under the Haotian Mirror, the divine light shone ahead, yet that young man in linen garments quietly dissolved like ink, disappearing without a trace.

Only a pool of shadow remained on the ground.

Aside from this, there was no trace left.

"Dis... disappeared?" Cui Liuduo murmured in disbelief.

The testing ground became deathly silent, countless people exchanging looks.

After a prolonged silence.

A deity softly spoke:

"Isn’t there still one left here?"

Thus.

Many eyes focused on the girl who seemed like an Immortal, Ruan Yutu’s face turning ghostly pale.

.........

At this moment, in the Six Paths Prison.

Zhang Fusheng’s expression shifted, suddenly sensing—one of his shadow traces had dissipated.

Precisely the form of the young man in linen garments at the testing ground.

Tracing the source, it was not due to external forces that it dissipated, but rather the self-preservation capability of [Flying Shadow Trace].

Moments ago, it seemed something had pierced through the shadow’s veil, attempting to trace the true form no longer present in reality via the shadow,

Thus, that locked shadow autonomously dissipated, to protect the essence of my true form.

The wonder of this Flying Shadow Trace is indeed marvelous.

As thoughts turned, his throat itched fiercely, as though his organs were burning violently, the soul shaking and cracking!

"Cough, cough..."

Almost simultaneously, a cough resounded, one from the upper stream being, suffering severe repercussions, the other from Zhang Fusheng—

He too was enduring backlash, bearing immense pressure.

To reflect the river of time along with the palace and beings upon it, such immense pressure was beyond what he could bear,

In truth, if it were not for the upper stream being voluntarily bearing most of the pressure, Zhang Fusheng might have already been crushed.

At this moment.

The ancient being’s expression changed first, then fixated intensely on the illusory long river, staring at the upper stream being,

He suddenly sneered, speaking coldly:

"Not to mention, in this era, no Supreme can manifest, even reflection is impossible, even if for various reasons reflection succeeded, you should definitely not be the Celestial Emperor."

The ancient being quietly looked at Zhang Fusheng:

"You should not have chosen the Celestial Emperor as a guise..... He, like the Eastern Emperor, was suppressed and sealed by all Supremes during the final calamity, unable to emerge, unable to move, unable to calculate."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, looking towards the illusory being at the upper stream, smiling as he spoke:

"The plight of Fellow Daoist Yu Huang was so miserable?"

The upper stream being appeared somewhat helpless, shrugging his shoulders:

"Ten thousand generations of planning, ultimately failed... but not entirely lost, still a slim chance of victory lies with you, Fellow Daoist Fusheng."

After a pause, he started coughing violently again,

Evidently forcing a reflection in the current era brought terrifying repercussions, almost causing his decline to disintegration, atomization,

Yet, at the moment, he was stubbornly holding on, gazing at the ancient being, speaking softly:

"As you said, I was divided and suppressed by the Supremes, currently seated atop the river of time, not an embodiment of my body, True Spirit, or will."

"In essence, merely a historical shadow, an imprint, merely a remnant scene of the past."

The expression of the ancient being grew more solemn bit by bit.

The upper stream being continued:

"Precisely because of this, a mere remnant shadow, imprint, in essence, does not count as Supreme, merely with certain destiny traits, so I could barely project a reflection in this era."

"Of course, the price was still very high, the era’s backlash is extremely severe."

Listening to the upper stream being’s nonchalant words,

The ancient being first glanced at Zhang Fusheng, then slowly and deliberately asked:

"Given this, why did the Celestial Emperor forcibly manifest and project? Simply to support this person? We both know that’s not a possible thing."

"Hmm."

The upper stream being nodded frankly:

"Without profit, without greater benefit, one would not forcibly project a reflection.... and the profit, benefit, is quite simple."

He raised his eyelids, his profound eyes filled with the past of vast history, encapsulating worlds and realms, endless universes, infinite time.