The Other Shore World, all things are silent.

"Fusheng...."

Seated outside the grass hut, Hong Tianbao saw his disciple emerge and hurriedly stood up. Then, as if he remembered something, he clasped his hands together and corrected himself:

"World-Honored One Buddha."

"World-Honored One Luminous." Zhang Fusheng clasped his hands in return, a pure smile on his face, but his eyes were profoundly deep.

He constantly recalled the words of the Eastern Emperor and the Nuwa Emperor.

What does it truly mean to be oneself?

Is it really just about never forgetting one’s original intention?

Thoughts churned, rising and falling.

"In three days." Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly: "I plan to guide some of the Venerates who have entered our Ling Mountain to descend from a Different Dimension."

"At that time, World-Honored One Luminous, you too should be able to truly ascend to godhood, truly transform into the Past Buddha."

Hong Tianbao’s expression tightened, sensing something amiss, he spoke in a low tone:

"Is something major about to happen?"

Zhang Fusheng neither confirmed nor denied, three days later, on February 9th.

If all goes well, the Other Shore World will naturally flourish, and the grand event led by myself in the westward journey will unfold, but if not.....

Then Yin Chang’an, indeed, was left by the Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole.

Who knows what will happen?

Will it be the return of Emperor Ziwei’s True Spirit?

Emperor Ziwei is probably not a Supreme, but at least a top-tier Daluo, and possibly even close to touching the domain of a Supreme,

Just like what Fellow Daoist Donghuang said, such a being, just needs to accomplish a major event once more and gain a fulcrum that can leverage the origin of the Great Heaven and Earth,

At that time, they will be Supreme.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fusheng sighed softly, suddenly filled with concern.

Nezha’s True Spirit has already appeared in the world, and the warnings from the Eastern Emperor and the Nuwa Emperor echoed in his ears. At the doorstep, there seemed to be signs of Emperor Ziwei’s True Spirit about to emerge....

All of these indicate the same thing.

The era of contest has truly begun, and the True Spirits of the old world are awakening one by one,

Perhaps somewhere on the home planet, the old world’s Celestial Venerates, and Emperor Monarchs, have already seated themselves, overlooking the mortal world.

What will their first target be? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

No other, only two things.

One is the Divine Enthronement event, the other is the westward journey event.

I am right at the focal point, which is not a good thing, but to remain hidden seems almost impossible.

Unless...

As thoughts churned, Zhang Fusheng thought of his initial plan.

To sever the body of the World-Honored One Buddha, sever the title of Taiqing, making himself completely independent, all other selves would merely be part of him,

In that way, one’s true self could hide in the mortal world, avoiding the dangers mentioned by the Nuwa Emperor and the Eastern Emperor of forgetting who one’s true self is.

But clearly, for the current self, achieving this is only possible through the method of One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones,

Yet this method comes from The Three Pristine Ones, and I cannot possibly use this method.

So what should be done?

How can one silently escape from the sight of the Supremes?

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes flickered, nodding slightly towards Hong Tianbao:

"After everything here is settled, I will go and bring junior sister back. She is originally a Great Belly Buddha—the incarnation of the future Buddha."

"In that world, this Other Shore Mountain of ours, our Ling Mountain, will only then be perfect."

Hong Tianbao’s eyes were bright and spirited.

Zhang Fusheng took a step down from the Other Shore Mountain, and with another step, he had reached the Jiuzong Mountain Range,

Standing in the mountain range, Lin Changle quickly paid his respects:

"World-Honored One ... the envoys and gifts from various places have been waiting outside the Other Shore World for a long time."

"Let them continue to wait."

Zhang Fusheng said nonchalantly. With a thought, the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron floated from his hand, and with the aid of the Supreme Treasure, he arrived at Yin Chang’an and then stepped into the Imperial Palace.

Li Yiyi and others who were seated on the ground quickly got up, but Yuan Feidao continued to sit with closed eyes, apparently not yet awakened.

Zhang Fusheng walked up to the Maitreya Buddha Statue, gazing into the Nine Netherworld contained within its belly,

Inside the world, Emperor Tang cautiously stood on the Bridge of Helplessness, not daring to explore the future Nine Netherworld,

While the Yellow Springs River was still in ’high tide,’ the Ancient Saints in the river were also occupied.

Zhang Fusheng breathed out a clear breath, raised his head, and gazed at the tightly closed Taiji Hall, Emperor Ziwei...

What exactly are you planning to do?

After pondering for a moment,

Zhang Fusheng made a decision, amidst the shocked gaze of the scruffy old man, Li Yiyi, and others,

The World-Honored One Buddha suddenly scattered his Buddha’s Light, no longer a Buddha, appearing more like an ancient Daoist,

The Daoist’s Ancestral Acupoint on his forehead opened wide, from which the Primordial Cloud surged out, draped with thirty-six colors of light behind him,

Then, he extended his palm into the void and grasped nothingness.

Out of the void came an object of void,

Chaotic Qi expanded, transforming into an ancient banner, the banner existed solely in Zhang Fusheng’s hand,

The surrounding void began to continuously collapse and reorganize, emitting a roaring sound like ancient stars colliding!!

Heaven-Opening Chapter, Third Form Killing Technique, Pangu Banner.

After observing the grand acts of creation by countless creatures, the All Things are Void of the third Chapter of the Taiyi Chapter was fully comprehended,

This Pangu Banner killing technique of the Heaven-Opening Chapter was also completely mastered by himself—despite not being able to fully exert the potential of this ancient killing technique due to his too-weak cultivation.

But it is enough.

"February 9th..."

Zhang Fusheng’s gaze sank, whispering, while the Pangu Banner that had coalesced in his hand suddenly trembled,

The banner’s cloth was clearly non-physical, woven together by Chaotic Qi and Profound Yellow Qi,

The banner’s pole was straight, similarly wrapped in Profound Yellow Qi within the chaos, resembling the Buzhou Celestial Pillar, like a Profound Yellow Waterfall!

At this moment, under the trembling of the great banner, threads of Heaven-Opening Sword Qi burst forth from its surface,