Secret Buyer

Chapter 584 - 355: Thunder Like Tides, The Westward Journey Begins (1/2)

The wind came from nowhere.

The man with a white robe, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes silently departed.

The array dissipated, and Zhang Fusheng sat quietly in the pavilion, lost in contemplation.

The other party indeed came with goodwill, seemingly backed by an extremely powerful entity—according to this man named Li Xuan,

nowadays, the rebellions and secessions of the four provinces all bear Their shadow.

"Federation..."

Zhang Fusheng frowned slightly, his thoughts whirling.

As per what this War Department’s deputy director said,

the Federation is not merely a nation or civilization—if it were only that, there would be no need for so many Great Divine Power Users to uphold its existence,

the Federation, in essence, is a gigantic ’extractor’.

"According to him, the real universe and the Different Dimension were originally one entity, an endless continent, with the mother planet being the center of that land."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself:

"Looking at it now, that so-called boundless land naturally refers to the old world."

He frowned slightly.

The visitor, Li Xuan, also mentioned,

the boundless land is the source of all worlds, the fundamental place, which upon shattering, split into the real universe and Different Dimension,

although the real universe is significantly smaller than the Different Dimension, it’s just a drop in the ocean compared to the latter,

but at the same time, the real universe still carries the ’origin’ of the erstwhile boundless land.

The Federation’s existence is to leverage this immense origin.

"The era of great struggle was not supposed to arrive so soon; the Speaker used the true origin acquired over ten thousand years to accelerate the revival of numerous True Spirits and entities from the old world, directly triggering the onset of the great struggle."

"I’ve come on behalf of my master, sincerely inviting you, Daoist Venerable, to join us in toppling the Federation, dividing the Federation, and sharing the legendary [True Origin] which enables one to verify as Celestial Venerate, Buddha, and even Daluo."

Those were the exact words of the person called Li Xuan.

Zhang Fusheng naturally agreed—as soon as he did, the man in the white robe took his leave, saying he would bring new updates and cooperation terms within ten days.

"The era of great struggle, what is the real contention?"

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the golden threads swirling in the wooden bowl, sighing softly.

Just then, a clamor arose, as the visitors in the backyard began to leave,

each one paying respects to Zhang Fusheng before taking their leave.

The lakeside became tranquil once more; those who remained were few, and Zhang Fusheng glanced over them, recognizing them as ’acquaintances’.

Chen Nuanyu, the second and third senior sisters, along with Buddha Son and that unlucky old fellow Zhu Xiaoming.

"I wonder if the five of you have any other requests?"

A light voice drifted over as Ruan Yutu, having seen the visitors off, quietly returned, frowning as she looked at the five standing still.

The five exchanged glances.

Lin Dongxi rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly:

"Um, I stayed because I saw my friends hadn’t left."

Ruan Yutu frowned again, looking at the others.

After a moment of silence.

"I wish to speak privately with Daoist Venerable,"

two distinct voices sounded simultaneously, belonging to Chen Nuanyu and Buddha Son.

Both were surprised, exchanging a glance, curiosity on their faces.

"Speak privately?" Ruan Yutu furrowed her brow even more, just as she was about to gently refuse, a peaceful voice drifted in.

"There is no harm in it."

Ruan Yutu was startled, quickly bowing towards the pavilion in the lake, then silently stepping aside.

In the pavilion, Zhang Fusheng scrutinized the five for a moment and said:

"Let’s go one at a time."

He gestured for the Six Desires Celestial Maiden to leave, then moved Buddha Son inside with a thought,

as the artificial lake rippled, a water curtain rose again, enveloping the pavilion in isolation.

Only Zhang Fusheng and Buddha Son remained in the pavilion.

"Daoist Venerable." Silent Fury Buddha Son respectfully bowed, while the Withered Woman on his back curiously observed the young man in linen robes,

Zhang Fusheng calmly spoke:

"I wonder what brings you to seek me?"

The light voice echoed in the pavilion, and Silent Fury Buddha Son was momentarily stunned, but soon regained his composure, not alarmed at being recognized.

He took a deep breath, bowed, and said:

"I received guidance from a great senior who told me to find Daoist Venerable here, and that you could help solve my current dilemma, offering me a helping hand."

Zhang Fusheng grew even more puzzled:

"What dilemma?"

"You should know, sir, that the ten Buddha Sons of the Mandala Lineage are merely prepared and nurtured vessels of ten Great Divine Power Users."

"I’m unwilling to accept it; I wish to reverse descend into the Six-armed Great Black Heaven, transforming from a mortal to a Great Divine Power User."

Zhang Fusheng’s brow furrowed slightly:

"Who is the great senior that directed you here?"

"I beg your pardon, Daoist Venerable, but I cannot say."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Buddha Son heard a stern command:

"Look at me!"

He instinctively raised his head, meeting the young man’s eyes, which seemed to interweave with countless star threads,

as well as two radiant Great Sun Golden Lamps shining ahead!

Buddha Son became entranced, feeling as if a whole world was contained in those eyes, as if he was sinking into them, here and now, every moment!

It was unknown how much time passed.

Perhaps a moment, perhaps thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Buddha Son felt his shoulder being anxiously and hurriedly patted by small hands,

gradually regaining his senses, with the star threads and Great Sun Golden Lamps that occupied his entire vision vanishing, replaced by the solemn pavilion in the lake.

With a heavy gasp,

Buddha Son held down the restless small hand on his shoulder, with the Withered Woman finally relieved, gently nuzzling Buddha Son’s neck with her small head.