Secret Buyer
Chapter 519 - 337: Arrival! You’re Using the Netherworld to Scheme Against the Master of the Nine Netherworld? (Double-Length - )
Taiji Hall.
Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole slowly opened his eyes and waved his hand. The hall doors slammed shut, dismissing the nearby attendant reporting Guanyin’s entry into the city.
He sat alone on his throne, his expression dark as water, with eyes slightly lowered.
The lamps on both sides of the Taiji Hall flickered uncertainly.
The Northern Emperor sat in silence, and sat.
For a long, long time.
He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, his face wavering unpredictably, muttering to himself:
"Besides Taibai, who else?"
"Haven’t found out yet." A being emerged from the shadows, appearing like a pure great solar brilliance.
It respectfully said:
"This is the communication between Taibai and that World Venerate’s messenger..."
Light and shadow appeared, revealing the conversation between Lin Changle and Li Xiuyuan.
The Northern Emperor quietly watched everything and suddenly asked:
"Did Li Jing seek an audience?"
"He did not," the ball of solar light replied softly, "Master, does Li Jing have a problem?"
The Northern Emperor’s expression was enigmatic and calmly said:
"In the Eight Sceneries Palace, he’s present."
"It seems that the friend in the Eight Sceneries Palace is using him as a chess piece, one Li Jing, one Taibai..."
"However, these methods are somewhat crude."
Listening to the Northern Emperor, the solar light seemed thoughtful:
"Crude?"
"Indeed."
The Northern Emperor lowered his eyes, a deep abyss within them:
"Among the Supreme Beings, the one from the Eight Sceneries Palace is the least visible and the least interfering in worldly affairs, advocating inaction."
"But."
After a pause, the Northern Emperor’s voice suddenly sharpened:
"Yet among the Supreme Beings, he is the one most adept at strategy, never personally participating, never personally appearing, only going with the flow and letting things unfold as they may."
"Yet he can weave grand schemes, making the momentum of heaven and earth align with his intentions..."
The solar light seemed to comprehend:
"So the current presence in the Eight Sceneries Palace is not truly him?"
The Northern Emperor pondered for a moment, nodded, but then shook his head:
"I dare not be certain."
He sighed deeply:
"The Supreme Beings are the hardest to fathom. The anomalies they display, the vulnerabilities exposed, might just be part of their cunning plans."
"In the billions of resets of history over time, where mortals opposed the heavens and rebelled against the Supreme Beings, there have been a total of one thousand and eight instances."
"And these one thousand and eight rebellions against the Supreme Beings were all orchestrated by the Supreme Beings themselves."
Listening to the Northern Emperor, the solar light fell silent, softly lamenting:
"To resist the Supreme, to resist fate, in itself is the will of fate."
"Indeed."
The Northern Emperor nodded, his expression even more profound, as if recalling a past event:
"In that year, the world opposed the heavens, and I sat in the Lingxiao Palace, hearing Yu Huang say—’They will only be allowed to attack the Celestial Court after ten sunsets.’
"So it was, not until ten sunsets later, that the rebels reached the Celestial Court."
"The so-called rebellion against the Supreme Beings is itself the will of the Supreme Beings... They are destiny, the will of heaven, the rules themselves..."
The great solar brilliance quivered slightly, seemingly horrified by the terror of the Supreme Beings.
After a long time, it asked:
"In that case, Master, how can you prove yourself Supreme?"
The Northern Emperor lowered his eyelids, his fingers tapping the void, and in the sound of ’tok,’ he remained silent.
For a long, long time.
He suddenly raised his head, gazing into the empty void, staring fixedly, speaking firmly:
"In the very beginning, there were only two Supreme Beings in the universe."
"They contended with each other, and to suppress each other, created more Supreme Beings to aid themselves."
"Thus, in the game of the Supreme Beings, one after another new Supreme Being was born."
"To resist the Supreme, one must first become Supreme."
"To become Supreme, one must first yield to the Supreme."
"Let them see your value, willingly step into their game, and only then will you have a tiny chance to prove yourself Supreme and become the one holding the chess pieces."
A deep voice echoed in the Taiji Hall, and in the void, and around the Nine-Ring Scepter and the embroidered kasaya.
"Alright, return these two treasures to Taibai. I’m not so greedy as to covet such insignificant trinkets."
"Yes, Master."
.......
Other Shore Mountain.
The World-Honored One Buddha sat quietly in the grass hut, listening calmly to the words of the Northern Emperor through the karmic links and hidden means placed on the Nine-Ring Scepter.
Everything was initially isolated, with nothing to hear or see.
But with every ’tok’ sound,
that isolation seemed to ripple, briefly breaking, allowing him to hear the words of the other side, to hear the discourse on the Supreme Beings, and even to see the Northern Emperor sitting in the Taiji Hall.
"He intended for me to hear, for the World-Honored One to hear it."
The World-Honored One on the Other Shore Mountain, and the Celestial Venerate in the Eight Sceneries Palace, uttered the same whispers.
Zhang Fusheng sat beside the meditation mat, his gaze profound, wondering why the Northern Emperor would suddenly speak these words?
"Does he think that the World-Honored One Buddha is also Taiqing’s chess piece?"
"Is he issuing a reminder, or a warning, believing he can turn the World-Honored One Buddha?"
Murmuring, Zhang Fusheng breathed heavily, his eyes bright and clear.
"To resist the Supreme, one must first yield to the Supreme..."
Shaking his head, he buried the thought deep in his heart, and as a True Man, Zhang Fusheng continued to listen to Shen Baobao’s prayers.
Every word and sentence entered his heart.
"Douluo Grand Palace opens for a quarter of an hour every day at dawn and dusk."
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, organizing the information obtained from Shen Baobao.
"There is a furnace in the palace, burning vigorously, with figures lined on both sides of the furnace, fanning the flames." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
"Listening to this, it sounds like the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Who are those fanning the flames? The Gold and Silver Horned Kings?"