The corpses of the Four Great Emperors and the Buddha corpse are already extraordinary.

What about Taiyi’s head?

The head of the Creator God??

But, if Taiyi is the Creator God, then what about Pangu? What about the Primordial Celestial Venerable?

Zhang Fusheng didn’t know—the creation gods in mythology were far too many, Tai Shang opened the heavens, the Primordial opened the heavens, Pangu opened the heavens, the Eastern Emperor opened the heavens...

There’s even a saying that Fuxi opened the heavens.

But the scene he saw when the cause and effect was triggered was definitely not entirely illusory. It was clearly a reflection of a grand scene from the most ancient past!

Silence, silence, and still more silence.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

The Buddha statue stood tall, a soft sigh, and the Mahavira Hall returned to the top of Song Mountain, in the Shaolin Temple.

The Buddha statue spoke:

"Take me to see."

The old abbot lay prostrate on the ground, his eyes flickering, extremely respectful:

"As you command, World Venerate."

He rose, bowed slightly, bent his waist, hunched back, gave salute and led the way, walking with small steps towards the place where the head was buried.

The Buddha statue followed closely behind.

At this moment, the entire Song Mountain was enveloped in a faint golden light, completely isolated inside and out,

no matter what, those outside could not see inside.

As he walked on the mountain, Zhang Fusheng glanced sideways, seeing several familiar fighter jets circling in the sky beyond the golden light.

He chuckled and shook his head, casting a glance at the old abbot leading the way, or rather—the Weaver.

The Monarch of Ten Thousand Changes.

This Venerable God, how many bodies had they quietly occupied, becoming how many people?

This guy...

Couldn’t possibly be thinking of walking the path of the Great Saint Spirit, could they?

Once this thought arose, it was unstoppable—Zhang Fusheng didn’t think that the path of the Great Saint Spirit was exclusive to the Fuli Chapter,

just as refining the Buddha Country and Blessed Land was commonly used cultivation techniques,

although the technique of the Great Saint Spirit was rare and scarce, it wasn’t unique, most likely some top-level cultivation techniques at the level of the Venerate all walked the path of the Great Saint Spirit.

After all,

compared to the rough and simplistic assimilation of the universe and ancient realms, the benefits gained from the Great Saint Spirit technique were much more.

As thoughts whirled, Zhang Fusheng’s will descended into the eighteen-foot Buddha statue, following behind the old abbot, arriving below a stone wall at the mountain’s peak.

He stared silently,

seeing the old abbot tremblingly reach out to trace light and shadow on the stone wall—

It had to be said, this old guy was quite good at pretending.

If he didn’t have deep proficiency in cause and effect, and the Fire Eyes Golden Gaze to see through all illusions, he might have been fooled by this old fellow.

As thoughts whirled,

Zhang Fusheng watched as the stone wall suddenly split apart, revealing not a stone path, but a vast, never-ending vortex.

The vortex was formed of twisted light and shadow, adorned with infinite colors, infinite iridescence,

each rotation emitted a screeching friction sound like countless fingernails scraping a blackboard at the same time,

overlapping endlessly, even for Zhang Fusheng now, hearing it made him feel nauseous, uncomfortable.

The old abbot bent over at this time, cautiously speaking:

"World Venerate, that head is sealed behind this vortex."

Zhang Fusheng looked at him meaningfully, didn’t waste words, and stepped inside directly.

The old abbot widened his eyes—apparently not expecting this terrifying guy to just walk in like that?

And... it worked??

It wasn’t until he saw the figure of the eighteen-foot Buddha statue completely enter the vortex that the old abbot came to his senses:

"Ha???"

At the same time, on Dragon and Tiger Mountain, inside the Celestial Master Hall.

"Ha???"

The old Celestial Master also uttered a sound of surprise, just so easily... solved the trouble??

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his senses, recalling the terrifying power of that Buddha statue, taking a heavy breath.

"Luck really is on our side... such a overwhelmingly powerful entity, suppressed just like that, hehe..."

The old Celestial Master pondered for a moment, then reached out and pointed, projections of the Wrathful, the Immortal, and the Delightful appeared.

"It’s dealt with."

He spoke in a deep voice:

"That ridiculously powerful being from beyond has been lured by me to the place where the Father God resides, into the Different Dimension."

The three external god projections exchanged a glance, the Wrathful snorted:

"Your intrigues and schemes are intriguing, they do have some effect... when will you be able to break the barrier on this planet, let us enter, pay homage to the Father God, and find the Four Great Sources?"

The old Celestial Master shrugged, smiling wryly:

"It’s difficult, within the planet there’s still the Celestial Monk guarding, that guy is far stronger than me, you all know this too, we’ll have to proceed slowly..."

The Immortal lazily raised his eyelids, speaking blandly:

"Weaver, you wouldn’t be doing this intentionally, would you? Trying to devour the Four Great Sources on your own, seeking the Father God’s favor all by yourself?"

The old Celestial Master raised an eyebrow, replying sharply:

"Immortal, you’d better take back those words, I’ve spent countless years, barely managed to occupy this Celestial Master body, is it just for myself?"

"Moreover, without the four of us entering the Different Dimension together, to pacify the Father God, in its chaotic state, it would indiscriminately tear apart and kill all living beings... including me!"

Seeing tensions rise again,

the Delightful chuckled, speaking seductively:

"Alright, alright, no need to argue anymore. Weaver has trapped a powerful outsider, that’s good news."

"It’s expected, in the short term, there won’t be more outsiders descending to interfere with our affairs..."

After pausing, the Delightful continued:

"What we ought to do now is wait, wait for Weaver to break the barriers, so we four can together pay homage to the Father God."

A fanatic expression appeared on his face, the Immortal and the Wrathful were not exceptions.

Only the old Celestial Master, quietly lowered his eyelids, the color in his eyes unclear.

The Wrathful licked his lips:

"That’s the Father God... if the Father God awakens, gaining his favor, breaking through this cage would be effortless!"

His face twisted, the bronze throne beneath him exuded a gruesome, bloody aura, letting out roars:

"Then! War! War!"

"I will stir up slaughter across the myriad worlds, war will spread, sweeping through every world, finally launching an assault upwards!"

"In blood and brains, I will forge my divine throne!!"

The Immortal and the Delightful glanced speechlessly at this bloodthirsty maniac, but soon, a fanatical smile appeared on the faces of the two external gods as well.

The Immortal murmured:

"Breaking through the cage, the creatures of the myriad worlds will fall under my benevolence, they will come to understand the true essence of stasis, they will all achieve immortality..."

The joyous sinner is also excited:

"Joy! Joy! Joy!"

"We shall finally be crowned above the heavens, and thereafter, above us, only the Heavenly Father!"

The elder master quietly watched the three shouting outer gods, slightly curling his lips, then speaking in a low voice:

"Alright, now the key has begun to excavate the four great origins, and it seems it will soon succeed."

"Perhaps, it might really unearth the body of that original ancestor..."

Pausing momentarily,

He smiled and cupped his hands:

"When the time comes, I can certainly break the barrier, allowing all three of you to come in, all to come in...."

The three outer gods nodded, and their projection slowly disappeared into the void.

The elder master stood alone again in the Celestial Master’s Hall.

Yet, the smile on his face grew even wider.

"You all are me...."

"All will be me."

The elder master murmured, and the bodies occupied by him, soul spirits raised their heads at this moment,

Some knelt before the bloody skull, some lazily lay in the rotting stench, some are immersed in extreme pleasure and bitter sin,

And others are pursuing the four great origins, or perhaps giving tribute to [Heavenly Father]...

Each of these bodies, every soul spirit, suddenly showed a smile at the same time, cunning, sly, bizarre,

The smile flashed and then vanished.

"I will ultimately succeed, no one can stop me."

The elder master muttered to himself:

"Even the Buddha, is no more than this."

.........

Sinking, sinking.

Zhang Fusheng felt billions of people were howling, screaming, roaring beside his ears,

The overlapping sounds hit his ears directly, piercing the soul spirit.

He felt a bit nauseated—logically speaking, the Buddha statue’s golden body shouldn’t have such primitive physiological perception, the statue is purely constructed of gold, without a shred of flesh!

Yet, he still felt nauseous.

Zhang Fusheng took a breath and glanced around all directions, seeing no borders, no end, no everything—

There were only countless chaotic colors twisting and interweaving, only [chaos].

Truly, [great chaos].

Time, space, concepts, everything,

All were here chaotically merged into one, intertwining, interfering, blending, shattering with each other.

"Is this the so-called subspace?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured, and through the Gate of the Past, he again heard the discussions in the Celestial Master’s Hall. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Subspace..."

"No, this is not subspace."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, upward, upward, further upward, yet endlessly rising, only witnessing chaos.

Utter chaos, originless, endless.

He seemed to see all heavens and realms here, as if witnessing the long river of time, and saw places ancient, saw the elusive and blurred future.

All things and matters, existence and non-existence, all intertwined here.

Great chaos.

Upward, upward, further upward.

Zhang Fusheng ascended upstream, clearly flying upward, yet also flying downward—or perhaps simultaneously in an instant, flying towards every direction.

He took a breath, and simultaneously exhaled,

He raised his head, and simultaneously lowered it.

The sense of chaos and confusion, nearly driving him mad, yet also made him infinitely calm, infinitely wise.

"To be more precise..."

Zhang Fusheng softly murmured:

"This isn’t ’is not subspace’, but rather shouldn’t be called subspace."

In his gaze, cause and effect leapt with randomness, scarcely unaffected by such great chaos,

Only the Eight Sceneries Palace within his Divine Realm, the Tathagata Celestial Position on him, and a thread of cause and effect from Kunlun Yuxu deeply in his eyes.

With these three things, Zhang Fusheng successfully anchored himself, never losing reason, never completely sinking into great chaos.

He went upward, further upward.

He saw a head quietly lying at infinite heights, saw the end of chaos beside the head, engraved with two big characters.

[Chaos].

It was the word chaos.

Staring at the head, Zhang Fusheng felt himself igniting, his whole body scorching hot, just as when in Different Dimension,

Bewitching that headless and legless remnant body, remnant sun!!

As it turned out, the remnant sun in Different Dimension was [Taiyi].

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the two big words [Chaos] at infinite heights, suddenly enlightened.

As it turned out...

This so-called subspace, this place of great chaos, was the legendary [Chaos Clock].

Zhang Fusheng suddenly came to understand, yet bewilderedly confused, filled with joy, yet also with grief.

All contradictions manifested simultaneously on him,

He was dying from scorching heat, yet reborn from scorching heat,

He died in burning, yet was reborn in Nirvana amidst the burning,

But amidst all chaotic conditions,

He saw the same scene.

It’s at infinite heights.

It’s the quietly lying, slumbering head.

Suddenly it opened its eyes, the gaze falling from above to below and from below to above onto himself.

That broken, majestic, indescribable head,

Actually spoke softly.

"Such complex aura...."

"Celestial Emperor, Supreme, Primordial, Wa, Shakyamuni Tathagata...."

The low voice echoed in great chaos, echoed inside the [Chaos Clock].

The head quietly asked:

"What is your name?"

Zhang Fusheng with difficulty lifted his head, then lowered it, and looked into the eyes of that head.