Chapter 486: Chapter 324: Today I Transcend the Dao, Sacrificing All Things to Nourish Myself!

Perhaps it was due to the ages of distance being too long,

or maybe the ability brought by the sword technique to see through the weaknesses of all things was too strong—most likely both.

In any case, the Taiji Hall, protected by the Celestial Constellation Grand Formation, was split open just like that.

The hall’s door collapsed, the temple was torn apart, dust rose, smoke curled around.

Like the World Venerate Buddha and the ancient Daoist, Zhang Fusheng, with his Feathered Immortal Slaying Sword in hand and the Pangu Banner formed from a secret scripture hanging beside him,

walked step by step into the dust, under the trembling gaze of three people, he gently blew a breath, a great wind arose, clearing the smoke and dust.

Everything inside the hall became visible at a glance.

Table, candle, offering platform, hanging sword, purple robe, Emperor’s Throne.

Zhang Fusheng held his sword and looked around vigilantly, ready at any moment to communicate with the Gate of the Past and the Eastern Emperor’s head,

the candles on both sides burned long, seemingly eternal, the table was set with fruits and wine, all still fresh and dewy,

and the black silk hanging from the rafters, as if a feast had taken place moments before, with the hall full of people.

As for the uppermost part of the hall, the Emperor’s Throne was wide, a purple robe folded atop it, a sword hanging under the rafter on one side.

Zhang Fusheng sniffed, suddenly looking at the tables on both sides, the scent.....

He hesitated, walked closer, squatted down for a careful check,

a total of twenty-four tables, each arranged identically, a pot of wine, a plate of fruits, a small box of stewed meat,

the plate contained three peaches, the stew still emitting steam and a rich meaty aroma.

Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath, the fragrance of peach and meat entering his nose, a warm current instantly flooded his body, pores opening wide!

This feeling was like consuming Marvelous Medicine when weak—no, even beyond that!

Back then he was a Martial Arts Master, but now he is Venerate, and he only took a sniff!

"This is...."

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly:

"Peach of Immortality."

"Truly, Peach of Immortality."

Three peaces per table, twenty-four tables here, making seventy-two large peaches!

"What is this? A Peach of Immortality feast?"

Zhang Fusheng’s throat moved slightly, observing the stew in the box, his eyes scanning the cause and effect, yet found the stew’s origins extremely vague—

this indicated that the owner of the meat was far stronger than himself!

"At least True Saint Level flesh..."

Zhang Fusheng couldn’t help but swallow, even though he only possessed Taotie’s [Devouring All] ability,

he still felt a raw and intense impulse, eat the meat, consume the peach, drink the wine!

He forcefully suppressed it, his mind sank into the ’shadow’ of the Divine Realm, stepping into the subspace crafted by the Chaos Clock.

The high suspended head opened its eyes, looking down:

"What happened?"

The head seemed weary, as if the recent conversations had exhausted its Heart Power.

Zhang Fusheng briefly described everything in Yin Chang’an.

The Eastern Emperor Head frowned:

"Ziwei’s backup plan perhaps? This person is closest to being Supreme, if I were at my peak, all of his plans and intentions would be visible, but in my current state, I cannot see through his schemes."

Pausing for a moment, the Eastern Emperor Head suddenly spoke meaningfully:

"However, for Fellow Daoist Zhang, it’s a great opportunity—I previously advised you to maintain your ’Self’."

"And Ziwei, as Master of the Stars, wields the power of slaughter, governs the Celestial Court’s affairs, and possesses a unique technique that can sever one’s Self and anchor it above the Dao....."

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes brightened, sever the Self, anchor above the Dao?

He suddenly understood, contemplating:

"So, temporarily I cannot directly confront Emperor Ziwei, but must strive to acquire his Self-severing and Dao-anchoring technique?"

The Eastern Emperor Head nodded, but then shook:

"There are many things I cannot reveal too thoroughly to you, as they would trigger deep resonance, even if shielded by the Chaos Clock, other Daoist friends would sense it."

"Such as the Supreme Struggle, the matter of the old world extinction."

"Especially concerning people, matters, things from the old world, I will not say too much..... I will leave it at this."

Zhang Fusheng bowed towards the Eastern Emperor Head, finally asking:

"May I eat those fruits and stew?"

"Naturally."

"What meat is in the stew?"

The Eastern Emperor Head thought for a moment, considering it wouldn’t trigger resonance with the old world, its eyes flashed divine light, struggled to glimpse Zhang Fusheng, then blood tears flowed down.

It gasped: 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"In this era, probing the present is exceedingly difficult, even when I observe through you, it incurs severe backlash..."

After a pause, the Eastern Emperor Head continued:

"I have observed, there are two types of meat stewed together, one is pork, from Ling Mountain’s [Clean Altar Messenger], and the other is Golden Cicada Buddha meat, from Demon Buddha Golden Cicada, namely [Sandalwood Merit Buddha]."

Zhang Fusheng was stunned, Tianpeng’s meat?

And... Monk Tang’s meat?

But, Demon Buddha?

Zhang Fusheng queried his confusion:

"Why say Demon Buddha?"

The Eastern Emperor Head did not answer, Zhang Fusheng understood—an unanswered matter.

He did not pursue further, saluted and quietly left the Chaos Clock.

His thoughts returned to his True Self,

The one who seemed both Buddha and ancient Daoist opened his eyes, gazing at the boxes of stew, murmured:

"Whatever..... eat first and talk later!"

Monk Tang’s meat!

Though unsure how Monk Tang became a Demon Buddha, such a thing on the Journey to the West made many demon saints drool!

"Golden Cicada, Golden Cicada Demon Meat..."

Zhang Fusheng murmured, his thought surged, scooped a bit of meat broth—it seemed light, yet incredibly heavy!

The broth consumed.