A master of comedy!

Roar!
Upon noticing Zhou Sheng's gaze, the dragon stele buried deep underground suddenly raised its head to meet his gaze. Then, as if sensing some kind of danger, it flew out from the stele, attempting to escape.

However, it was this eye contact that allowed Zhou Sheng to recognize his identity.

Fu Xi, also known as Chi Hu, is the eighth son of the dragon. Legend has it that his father was a dragon and his mother was a green dragon. He is the son who looks the most like a real dragon and has the purest bloodline.

It has a refined taste for literature and often coils around the top and sides of stone tablets, representing and symbolizing wisdom among the nine sons.

The moment it saw Zhou Sheng, it seemed to realize that its "brothers" had been "captured" by that person. Its hair stood on end, and it was filled with fear. Without any hesitation, it tried to run away.

Zhou Sheng's eyes gleamed; he certainly wouldn't let the real target of this trip escape.

"Certainly."

At the command, it was neither a divine power of words nor a Taoist spell of immobilization, but everyone was frozen in an indescribable state.

Even the Monkey King, who was also at the Earth Immortal Realm, moved much slower, but compared to others, he was still much faster.

He didn't freeze people, but time itself.

The fleeing Fuxi froze instantly, its eyes unable to move. The next moment, Zhou Sheng arrived in front of it. Instead of forcibly taking it into his body, he smiled slightly and recited a few poems.

"The vast sorrow of parting lingers as the sun sets; my whip points east, and the horizon stretches before me. Fallen petals are not heartless things; they turn into spring mud to nourish the flowers."

"Clinging firmly to the green hills, its roots firmly planted in the broken rocks. A thousand blows and ten thousand strikes cannot break its strength, it stands firm against the winds from all directions."

"If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan..."

He recited famous poems and lyrics from the Ming Dynasty and later, poems that were passed down through generations. Each poem was eloquent and had its own strengths, which impressed Fu Xi, who looked on with a hint of infatuation.

Each of the nine sons had its own preferences, but its favorite was literary talent.

The better the literary talent, the more it will attract it. The reason it came to the Empress was not only because of the remaining imperial aura on the Empress, but also because the tomb contained many famous paintings, calligraphy, and rare copies of poetry.

"Looking towards the gate, I think of Zhang Jian; enduring death for a moment, I await Du Gen."

After a pause, Zhou Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up with soaring ambition, and his voice was passionate, clear, and powerful.

"I laugh as I brandish my sword to the sky; whether I stay or go, my heart and soul remain with the Kunlun Mountains."

This is the last poem written by Tan Sitong, one of the Six Gentlemen of the Hundred Days' Reform. His fervent desire to sacrifice himself for righteousness and to awaken the fighting spirit of the people to save the country has made this poem a timeless classic.

Roar!
The Fuxi roared again, but this time it was no longer the panic of fleeing for its life, but an impatient urgency.

I misjudged it!

I never expected this person to be so talented. If I had known this earlier, why would I have run away?
In addition, with such amazing cultivation and a group of old brothers around, he is naturally the most suitable host.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Sheng withdrew his supernatural powers, and everything instantly returned to normal.

With a roar, Fu Xi eagerly burrowed into Zhou Sheng's body, surrendering everything without any resistance.

But it soon regretted it.

What about literary style?
Where is my master's vast and profound literary talent?
The expected extraordinary talent did not exist; Zhou Sheng's literary ability was not bad, but it was almost nonexistent.

The literary knowledge he possessed was almost entirely a gift from nine years of compulsory education, and even then, much of it was only after he achieved success in cultivating immortality that he remembered it.

Otherwise, they would probably have "lost all their cultivation."

Fu Xi felt like it had encountered the most despicable and shameless scam in the world, but there was nothing it could do. It had already pledged allegiance to its master in its excitement, and the die was cast, so there was no going back.

The brothers Yazi, Chaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, and Chiwen secretly chuckled.

At the same time, Zhou Sheng had also mastered the supernatural power of Fu Xi, illusion.

This is a special kind of illusion, using ink and words to write about the universe. For example, the inscription on that stone tablet is the "Heavenly Court Strategy" written by the Empress. In the text, the great tomb is described as a magnificent heavenly palace, and the individual tomb chambers are described as the Lingxiao Palace, Yaochi, and Tushita Palace, etc. The lonely ghosts buried with the deceased are described as various gods.

This was originally just wishful thinking, but with the blessing of the Fuxi's supernatural powers, it actually became a reality, even to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing. Only Zhou Sheng's dragon eyes and Monkey King's fiery eyes could barely see through it.

Simply put, the supernatural power of Fuxi is that it can turn the words in a book into a real world.

For example, if he wrote a poem called "Song of Everlasting Regret," he might, through some supernatural power, be able to make Yang Guifei dance for him.

Of course, a fake is still a fake, and no matter how realistic it is, it will be exposed when it encounters a true master.

For example, when Zhou Shengdi's golden body shone, the true nature of this place was revealed, and those so-called heavenly generals were no match for his sword.

Having cultivated to this point, Zhou Sheng no longer cares much about the specific supernatural powers of the nine sons of the dragon; what he truly focuses on is the Great Dao of Time.

Under the control of consciousness, Fu Xi flew towards the tortoise shell Luo Shu on its own initiative, and finally plunged into it, transforming into the sixth dragon-shaped golden pattern.

The Luoshu and the Dragon Vein seem to have a natural affinity, and are the only keys that can unlock the Great Way of Time.

Therefore, Zhou Sheng's path of cultivation is now deeply intertwined with the dragon vein, which has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage lies in the fact that as long as he can find the dragon vein, he can continuously improve with great courage and speed, far surpassing others, even the reincarnation of the Great Sage, Sun Wukong, cannot compare with him.

The downside is that if he can't find the dragon vein, he will never be able to comprehend the mysteries of the Great Dao and will never make any progress.

However, for Zhou Sheng, who possesses the Luoshu, finding things has never been difficult.

"Hiss! Retreat quickly!"

A golden light flashed in Monkey King's eyes, and he instantly teleported everyone a hundred feet away, staring intently at Zhou Sheng with a look of astonishment and admiration.

Beside Zhou Sheng, a vast and mighty river of time appeared, each grain of sand as brilliant as a star, seemingly containing the most mysterious and ineffable secrets of the world.

Everyone who glanced at it felt dizzy and even sensed a loss of life force. They immediately looked away and dared not look again.

"Is this... an epiphany?"

"My second brother is really amazing. He should be about to break through. Tsk tsk, a sixth-tribulation earth immortal at less than fifty years old. He's cultivating faster than me, Old Sun!"

When Monkey King said this, he didn't know that Zhou Sheng's twenty years were actually twenty days, otherwise it would have been even more shocking.

Even so, this dazzling achievement of a sixth-tribulation earth immortal at less than fifty years old was already unbelievable to everyone.

It should be understood that although the world has changed drastically and the lifespan of cultivators is far shorter than in ancient times, it is still easy for a being at the Earth Immortal Realm to live for several hundred years. If there were a way to prolong life, living for a thousand years would not be a problem.

If they were demons, their lifespan would be even longer.

Even if one's lifespan is exhausted, one can still cultivate the path of ghost immortals, or become a ghost god in the underworld or a celestial official in the heavenly court. Many of the Taoist predecessors who could not ascend to immortality in the past took this path.

This is why the Taoist sect is good at recruiting people; it's deeply rooted and has a very strong connection to the sect.

It wasn't until the sudden change of the world during Huang Chao's reign, when many gods and Buddhas disappeared, that everything was disrupted.

Compared to the long lifespan of an Earth Immortal, Zhou Sheng is only a teenager, yet he is already about to undergo his sixth Heavenly Tribulation.

Boom!

With a deafening thunderclap, a dazzling bolt of purple divine lightning descended from the Kunlun dome, heading straight for Zhou Sheng as if drawn by a magnet.

The most powerful and domineering Heavenly Tribulation, known as the Heavenly Tribulation, has begun!

...(End of this chapter)