Senior Brother Ma patted Liu Feng on the shoulder, his voice full of joy: "Brother, rest assured, our bond is so strong. In the future, if I am conferred as the Water God of the Miluo River, I will surely seek the position of Water God for you in the tributaries of the Miluo River, so you can also join me in achieving immortality."
Liu Feng heard this and seethed inwardly: ’You want me to be a tributary Divine Position? While you take the primary position? What nonsense! All these Divine Positions are mine! All of them! Without my efforts, how would there be the position of Water God of the Miluo River today? And you come along trying to take the fruit of my labor, how dare you say such a thing?’
Though Liu Feng was burning with resentment, he didn’t reveal anything, instead continuing to drink silently, until after a few rounds of drinks, Ma Zhou felt dizzy and drunk himself into a stupor, unable to open his eyes.
Liu Feng watched Ma Zhou collapse to the ground, his eyes chilly: "Senior Brother Ma, oh Senior Brother Ma, this Hundred Herbs Intoxication is enough to make you sleep for seven days. Should you miss the timing for the God Sealing Ceremony tomorrow, don’t blame me for taking your place."
The matter of divine enthronement depends on the right time, place, and people, without which success cannot be achieved.
If the timing is missed, then the Divine Position will dissipate, giving him a rightful reason to replace him.
Liu Feng carefully put away all the drinks on the table, then slowly stood up, walked out the door, and said to the disciples guarding the gate: "Senior Brother Ma Zhou is drunk, make sure no one disturbs him."
The night passed, and the morning bell rang for the early class. All the disciples of Huangli Temple bathed and purified themselves. After completing their morning class and having breakfast, they led the guests to the altar to observe the ceremony.
As the presiding priest, Liu Feng at this moment ascended the high platform and began leading the disciples in the worship ceremony.
After a lengthy three-hour ceremony filled with mysterious and ancient rituals, from the underground Pool of Faith, a water-blue talisman slowly rose, as if drawn up by some mystical force.
At this moment, all the Power of Faith within the Yellow Heaven Dao was completely drained, and next door, Zhang Chen watched the yellow divine light on the wall fade, a hint of joy in his eyes: "Indeed, the God Sealing Ceremony of the Yellow Heaven Dao must draw a large amount of Incense Faith. This is the perfect opportunity for me to act."
With this thought, Zhang Chen hesitated no more and directly thrust his mouthpiece into the Incense Faith on the wall, seeing it flicker, unable to keep up with Zhang Chen’s devouring, it was directly drained.
"I knew it! Pangolin, dig for me!" Zhang Chen commanded the pangolin while devouring the Incense Faith, directing it to dig a tunnel.
As for why not use the Penetration Technique?
Because when he uses the Penetration Technique, he cannot continue to absorb the Incense Faith. When the Power of Incense eventually spreads back, it directly replenishes the stone wall with Incense Power, rendering Zhang Chen unable to penetrate the stone wall empowered by the Power of Incense.
The pangolin was digging into the stone wall, a thought flickered in Zhang Chen’s mind: "If there is a guard on the other side of the stone wall, and I collide right into them, wouldn’t I be in trouble then? Caught red-handed?"
Thinking this, Zhang Chen felt hiding underground was not very safe and quickly controlled the pangolin to stop: "But if I control the pangolin from afar, I can’t continue to absorb the Incense Divine Power on the stone wall, and the pangolin won’t be able to dig through the stone wall empowered by Incense Divine Power either?"
Just as Zhang Chen was a bit conflicted, with the ongoing external worship ceremony, the Power of Incense was mobilized, and the Incense Power attaching to the wall was entirely drawn away.
"Things really go as one wishes, feeling sleepy and here comes a pillow." Zhang Chen’s heart skipped a beat, filled with joy, the next moment he activated his Penetration Technique, quietly returning to his little dwelling, beginning to remotely control the pangolin, burrowing through the rocks inside the stone wall.
Simultaneously, Zhang Chen manipulated the underground water to transform into vapor, moving within the stone cavern to sense everything within it.
The stone wall infused with Incense Qi was not thick to begin with. An hour later, the wall was actually penetrated by the pangolin, allowing a large amount of water vapor into the adjacent stone chamber, where Zhang Chen sensed the absence of any ’shapes’ with his water vapor, and he commanded the pangolin to enter.
If there were someone next door, even if they could hide from his water vapor perceptions, as the pangolin entered, they would surely destroy it. However, after the pangolin wandered around in the adjacent stone chamber, nothing unusual occurred.
Zhang Chen’s heart skipped a beat. He once again transformed into water flow to permeate downwards, reaching the underground stone cave without hastening to reveal himself but moved as underground water within the walls, allowing water droplets to seep through the walls, attaching them to the adjacent chamber wall. Using this, Zhang Chen observed the scene inside the stone chamber; the entire stone room unfolded before him. The chamber was approximately forty square meters, with a water pool about a meter wide at its center, the pool shimmering with divine light that illuminated the dim stone room as bright as day.
Above the water pool, a blue light flowed, resembling a talisman paper of the Daoist School from the previous life, with numerous complex patterns flickering upon it.
At this moment, the Incense Power in the Pool of Faith had been completely siphoned by the blue rune, wrapping it, forming a protective cloud.
Zhang Chen revealed his true form in the chamber, his eyes fixed on that water-blue rune, seemingly filled with countless water element laws flowing within, appearing in Zhang Chen’s eyes as if a boundless great river, with waves vast and magnificent.