Starting with Hyuga, traversing countless heavens

Hyuga Hoshino flicked his hand, and the artificial sun obtained from the Naruto world appeared, hovering above the Hades Palace.

Acha looked at the false sun, her eyes revealing a resolute determination like a moth drawn to a flame.

A warm sun, a bright sun, I haven't seen one in a long time.

The souls, seeing the false sun, thought they were about to be annihilated, but to their surprise, nothing happened.

Chapter 217 The Ancestor of Maoshan, Nameless, Prajna

"In the beginning of Maoshan, I met several of my ancestors."

"Master Qi, you're too kind."

"Where does the Yellow Springs water originate?"

“Come with us.”

Following the River of Oblivion upstream, one arrives at a secluded place, the source of the River of Oblivion, shrouded in darkness.

Hinata Hoshino reached out, and a bead flew out from the darkness, a murky yellow color.

"Thank you, ancestors."

“In the name of Maoshan, we bestow authority upon Shixing of Maoshan.”

Hinata Hoshino nodded to the group and turned to return to Meng Po Manor.

Acha stood at the entrance of the Hades Palace, his lips moving slightly. Hyuga Hoshino could tell that he was saying, "Thank you."

"Mulan, let me and Xiangxiang go! I promise I won't eat that man."

"Exactly, exactly. I'm not going to do anything to him. Glug, ah, this is poison!"

"Pretty girl!"

When Mulan saw Hinata Hoshino return, she knew that Hinata Hoshino should return to the human world.

"Is Master Qi going back?"

"Yes, come visit me in Maoshan when you have time. By the way, Sanqi."

"Huh? A ton!"

Hinata Hoshino flicked her finger, and a drop of Kirin blood fell into her mouth.

"See you again if fate allows!"

"Sanqi, is it good?"

"It smells so good! It's just that I won't be able to drink it anymore, sob sob."

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, Hinata Hoshino encountered a phantom figure. The figure's face was wrapped in a white cloth, and a gleaming vermilion mark shone between its brows.

“Amitabha, benefactor, this humble monk is Wuming, we have finally met.”

"The master has a brilliant technique, using the vast expanse of yellow sand to create a lingering image."

"It's just a small trick, not worth mentioning. I believe you've already seen me."

Wuming removed his mask, revealing a face identical to Zhao Li's.

"What brings you here, Master?"

"Does the benefactor know about Prajna?"

"That harp made by the birdman?"

"Indeed, this humble monk wishes to ask you to find her."

"If I'm not mistaken, this is your karma."

"Indeed, if you had not developed a kind heart towards Sanqi, it might not have been your fault."

"So, Meng Qi really was reincarnated as Prajna's spirit?"

“That’s right, everything is predestined. So, she would meet Bai Mudan and kill him. However, she also met me; the cause and effect are hard to sever.”

He killed Bai Mudan, and then encountered Zhao Li. The cause and effect that should have been resolved was continued again, a tragic entanglement.

"There is one more thing. If you encounter Zaoyue in the future, please prevent me from meeting her. I fear that too much affection will harm my monastic practice! Alas, alas, alas."

Hinata Hoshino watched the nameless figure gradually dissipate with a calm expression, his heart unmoved.

These Buddhist practitioners are truly baffling. It seems that even though Wuming knew that Acha would abandon Guqin Zaoyue, he still resolutely came to the underworld.

He knew that killing Meng Qi would bring endless trouble, but he still did it. Meng Qi forgot his past and was freed. However, he followed fate and ended up by Bai Mudan's side.

Upon returning to Maoshan, Hyuga Hoshino began his seclusion to complete the cultivation of the Five Internal Organs Gods and refine his Truth-Seeking Ball.

However, some things are better taken advantage of, such as the group of fellow disciples from Maoshan and the Taoist masters from various major Taoist sects.

Forty years passed in the blink of an eye, and a middle-aged but mature fat man went up to Maoshan.

"Zhao Fangxu, I have met you in person."

Zhao Fangxu looked up at Hyuga Hoshino, whose face looked like that of a twenty-year-old boy, and felt a great shock. The legend was actually true. What kind of cultivation was this?

"Xiao Zhao, what's up?"

"The higher-ups have instructed us to establish an organization to manage extraordinary individuals, and to have a real person oversee it."

"Me? No joke. I'm the vice president of the Taoist Association and the head of the Maoshan Sect. Do you think I'd be so bored as to go and oversee a fledgling force?"

“I know it’s a bit unreasonable, but they are willing to meet with the Taoist priest to discuss matters of power.”

"Okay, I'll go."

Zhao Fangxu panicked a little and revealed his trump card in one go, and Hyuga Hoshino decisively changed his tune.

The story dates back more than 30 years. Two sounds rang out in the Gobi Desert: one was from technology, and the other was from the meteorite pulled down by Hyuga Hoshino.

From then on, they never dared to see Hinata Hoshino alone, and they never even met together.

Everything went a little too smoothly. The company was successfully established, and Hinata Hoshino successfully obtained power. He had basically secured power over the three parties: Heaven, Earth, and Man.

You can try to hide the whole world. Hinata Hoshino closed his eyes, mobilized his authority, and the whole world trembled, but then calmed down.

Hinata Hoshino opened his eyes; the prologue was gone, but something else had been added.

Touching his chin, he roughly guessed that it might be part of the plot. Perhaps Hao Ji would come out and cause trouble, and only when Chen Duo's matter was over would everything be over and the world could come to a close.

He shook his head with a smile. What a hassle. But compared to these troubles, the control of a world seems insignificant.

"Hey kid, what are you waiting for?"

“Awu, a very important person is coming today, and I must greet him.”

"Oh, I want to eat that pot!"

"Okay, okay, Awu, I'll buy it for you right away."

Feng Baobao pointed to the candied hawthorns on the side. Xu Xiang had no choice but to take out his wallet to buy some. He picked up a candied hawthorn, thought about Feng Baobao's appetite, picked up the whole haystack, and paid for it.

On his return, Xu Xiang saw a young Taoist priest in purple robes counting ants on the ground with Feng Baobao.

"Who are you?"

"and who are you?"

"I am Feng Baobao!"

“I am Shixing, and as you can see, I am an ordinary Taoist priest.”

"Oh!"

Feng Baobao immediately lost interest, but her nose twitched slightly as she looked up at Hinata Hoshino, her lifeless eyes now showing a glimmer of hope.

Do you even know my family?

"We might know each other."

"Big pot, tell me! Do you think you've seen the pot in Nali, my family?"

When her family was mentioned, Feng Baobao's accent immediately changed, switching from Mandarin to her local dialect.

Hinata Hoshino gazed at Feng Baobao, his spirit radiant and his Qi flowing freely—a state many people dream of achieving.

Hinata Hoshino casually pulled out two photos, which weren't exactly a hoax. Wei Shufen and Feng Baobao looked remarkably alike, and Wugensheng was also suspected of being related to Feng Baobao.

"This is Wei Shufen, the senior sister of the Grand Gu Master of Qinghe. This is Feng Yao, also known as Wugensheng."

"That pot, that tower, doesn't it look like my mannequin!"

"I don't know, maybe it is, maybe it isn't."

"Oh!"

Feng Baobao was a little disappointed. Hyuga Hoshino smiled and handed the photo to Feng Baobao. It was just a product of Yin-Yang Release. He could have as many as she wanted.

"Wow! Is it really that greasy?"

"I guess so? I'm not sure, whether it counts as home or not."

"Everyone else's beans are fake, except mine."

"Maybe."

Hinata Hoshino silently activated the dialect translation mode. Although she could understand it, it still felt a bit strange.

"Ah...baby, who is this?"

"The older brother I just met."

Turning his head, Xu Xiang recognized Hyuga Hoshino and bowed respectfully.

“Nan Dutong, Xu Xiang, greets the True Man of Shixing.”

"Haha, no need for formalities, my baby and I get along very well."

"I have no question. What brings you here, sir?"

"Come find Ah Hao."

Xu Xiang scratched his head. "Ah Hao, who is that?"