Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Zhang Zhiwei did not act immediately, but instead reminded him:
"In this way, they will never be able to learn Tiantong Qimen."

"Don't let their cowardly appearance fool you."

"But if they suddenly understand and let go during this process, they might learn naturally..."

Although the possibility was slim, Zhang Zhiwei still brought it up: "What are your thoughts?"

Upon hearing this, both Zhou Sheng and Zhou Meng fell silent.

Even Zhou Meng knew of the extraordinary nature of the Tian Tong Qi Men method, and for any sorcerer, being completely ineligible for it would be a great regret.

But... Zhou Meng looked at his three senior brothers, who were drowsy on the stone platform, and couldn't help but wonder, could they really learn it?
He listened carefully to what Zhang Zhiwei said. If he wanted to learn this method, he had to let go of it first.

But can they really be willing to give up such earth-shattering magic?!
In fact, he interacted more with his senior brothers than Zhou Sheng interacted with them.

He could better understand the extent to which his senior brothers coveted the Qimen techniques in Zhou Sheng's hands—it was no exaggeration to say they dreamed of it.

Now that I have this long-desired method in my hands, how can I willingly give it up if I haven't mastered it...?

“Senior Brother Zhang, you should do it!” Zhou Meng spoke first, no longer believing that his senior brothers could figure it out on their own.

“Senior Brother Zhang, how about we wait a little longer…” Zhou Sheng held out hope that perhaps his fellow disciples would eventually tire of and see through the endless inner illusions, thus breaking free on their own and overcoming this hurdle.

After all, what was so difficult about this? He still couldn't understand why his fellow disciples had fallen into such a predicament...

The two brothers disagreed, and Zhou Meng glared at Zhou Sheng: "Are you still hoping for a lucky break? If that's the case, then let Master decide."

Zhou Sheng frowned, pondered for a moment, and then sought Zhang Zhiwei's opinion: "Senior Brother Zhang, what do you think?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"If we don't interfere, what are the chances of them waking up on their own?" Zhou Sheng asked.

Zhang Zhiwei pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "The possibility is still high!"

"It's highly feasible..." Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Approximately how long will it take?"

"Well... it will probably take seventy or eighty years! Anyway, they will definitely wake up when they are close to reaching the innate Qi level."

Zhang Zhiwei remembered that Hong Yin did the same thing, as did Xiao Lu, it just depended on the length of time. It was during this gap that Hong Yin passed on the method to Wang Ye.

"Seventy or eighty years?" Zhou Meng exclaimed in surprise.

"If it's seventy or eighty years... wouldn't they be a hundred years old?" Zhou Sheng recalled his previous divination in the inner realm, in which the three of them were predicted to live to be a hundred. He instantly realized what was happening and exclaimed in horror, "Doesn't that mean they'll be trapped in the inner realm for their entire lives, only waking up when they die?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and smiled, "Didn't you already foresee this? What, you don't believe me?!"

Zhou Sheng fell silent. He had foreseen this, but he hadn't expected it to turn out this way. He had no more illusions, so he clasped his hands and asked Zhang Zhiwei to make the move.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and came to Hong Yin and the other two. With a thought, three figures appeared behind him, slowly rising and hovering in mid-air.

One of the figures was entirely black, over three meters tall, and resembled Zhang Zhiwei in appearance, but with a black face, fangs, three eyes, and a slightly smaller lion's head on its head. The lion's head had its whiskers and mane bristling, its fangs exposed, and it looked furious and ferocious.

He also held a greatsword in his hand, which was wrapped in lightning formed from black energy, and his body was surrounded by black flame-like energy.

If you look directly into his eyes, you can see that he has three eyes, each looking in a different direction: his right eye is looking up, his left eye is looking down, and his third eye on his forehead is looking straight ahead.

Although his gaze was quite similar to that of the dazed and confused Xiao Lu, it did not appear dull; instead, it gave off a sense of solemnity and dignity.

These are the Three Corpse Gods that Zhang Zhiwei nurtured in the Niwan Palace of the Upper Jiao!
"This is……"

As members of the three religions, Zhou Sheng and Zhou Meng were not clueless novices. The moment they saw the black figure, they thought of the guardian deities in Taoism and the wrathful deities in Buddhism.

"This flew out from Senior Brother Zhang's body..."

"Has Senior Brother Zhang already reached such a level?"
The two muttered to themselves, their faces filled with disbelief.

As they stared at the Three Corpse Gods, the Three Corpse Gods were also staring at them. In the midst of this eye contact, they felt as if their eyeballs were being pierced by a thousand needles, causing unbearable pain!
They dared not stare any longer and turned to look at another figure beside them.

It was a phantom, with a green head and white body, a protruding forehead and lightning-like eyes, a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, clearly a ferocious ape demon with overwhelming malevolent aura!

As they looked over, the ferocious ape suddenly opened its vertical pupils, which seemed to flash with lightning, and stared coldly at them.

A captivating gaze descended upon them, startling the two. They suddenly remembered the legend of Senior Brother Zhang subduing his inner demon and making it work for him as if it were his own arm. This demonic ape before them must be the manifestation of that legendary inner demon!
Upon realizing this, the two quickly shifted their gaze to the third figure.

Compared to the previous two, this figure was much larger, with four heads and eight arms, a dark blue-black body, beast-like heads and fangs, heavily armored, each wielding a weapon, and flames crackling around it.

As disciples of Taoism, they naturally recognized him as Marshal Tianpeng, who was on par with Zhenwu the Great, the chief deity of Wudang.

Of the three figures that Zhang Zhiwei separated, Marshal Tianpeng, the most ferocious of the guardian deities, was the one that Zhou Sheng and Zhou Meng found the most endearing.

Zhou Sheng swallowed hard: "Senior Brother Zhang... what's wrong?"

Zhang Zhiwei said, "The three of them are each immersed in their own inner visions. It would be too troublesome to wake them up one by one."

"It won't work to bring all three of them together to wake them up, because the three of them have different fears, so it's impossible to generalize."

"It's just like traditional Chinese medicine, where each patient needs a different prescription."

"Therefore, I divided myself into three parts, entering each of their inner visions to prescribe remedies and help them find liberation..."

Meanwhile, he himself sat in the center, and while his mind was distracted, he simultaneously used the Blue Hand to implant fear and erase all of Yu Tiantong Qimen's memories.

"Senior Brother Zhang, please begin!"

Upon hearing Zhang Zhiwei's plan, Zhou Sheng and Zhou Meng quickly responded.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, walked to Hong Yin and the other two, and sat down cross-legged. The three enormous figures behind him disappeared from the top of their heads.

Among them, the "National Master" entered Xiao Fang's interior.

The Three Corpse Gods entered Hongyin's inner realm.

The guardian deity will enter Xiao Lu's inner world.

Zhang Zhiwei himself looked at Xiao Fang with a "good luck" expression. Of these three avatars, the Three Corpse Gods and the Guardian Gods were directly under his control, while the "Imperial Preceptor" acted independently.

As a demon within himself, the "Imperial Preceptor" is even more adept at manipulating inner visions than he is. The situations Xiao Fang faces are likely far more perilous than those faced by his two fellow disciples.

……

However, if Zhang Zhiwei's idea were heard by the "National Advisor," the "National Advisor" would definitely cry out that he was wronged and that the big-faced thief had no self-awareness. In terms of ruthlessness, who could compare to him? Even ten of him couldn't beat him.

Zhang Zhiwei's consciousness split into two paths, penetrating into the inner visions of Hongyin and Xiao Lu.

Upon entering Hongyin's interior, the scene before him surprised him slightly.

He was floating above the clouds!
Looking up, one can see a clear blue sky, vast and boundless.

Looking down, the entire panorama of Wudang Mountain unfolds before your eyes.

The seventy-two peaks rising one after another, the thirty-six cliffs sculpted by nature, the twenty-four winding streams, the eleven secluded and mysterious caves, the three bottomless pools, the nine springs and ten ponds with crystal clear water, the nine ancient and mysterious wells and ten stones, the nine platforms shrouded in clouds and mist... every scenic spot is clearly visible.

You can also see countless pilgrims walking densely along the mountain paths of Wudang, like ants.

This scene is no less impressive than Wudang Mountain during the May Day and National Day holidays in later generations.

"It's interesting!"

With a thought, Zhang Zhiwei summoned the Three Corpse Gods in their true form, which descended from the sky and landed on the mountain path.

He asked some passing pilgrims and quickly figured out the setting of this inner illusion.

For over a century, China has been in decline, plagued by endless wars, the collapse of its original dynasties, invasions by foreign enemies, and rampant evil.

However, the righteous are always one step ahead of the evil. In order to eliminate the evil and save all living beings, the Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain carried their swords down the mountain.

During this period, under the tutelage of his senior brother Zhou Sheng, Wudang Daoist Hongyin comprehended the Tiantong Qimen created by the Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, and from then on, he mastered the seventy-two phases of the universe.

Based on this supreme method, he innovated and extended it further, surpassing even the Little Celestial Master in skill, reaching a level that is unprecedented and unparalleled.

Subsequently, Hongyin used his extraordinary abilities to suppress all warlords within the land and eliminate all foreign enemies, bringing order to the chaotic situation in the land and establishing a new dynasty, allowing the people to live a peaceful and prosperous life with favorable weather.

As a major contributor to the pacification of the country, Master Hongyin was bestowed the title of Grand Master Protector of the Nation by the emperor of the new dynasty. His status was equivalent to that of the Three Dukes, and he had the right to inherit the title without fail. He was also recognized by Taoism and was further honored as the Celestial Master.

Thus, two Celestial Masters appeared in this world: Zhang Zhiwei, the Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master, and Hong Yin, the Martial Celestial Master.

Zhang Zhiwei, the Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master, became famous early in his life and rarely encountered an opponent. He was once recognized as the best in the world.

Although Wudang Celestial Master Hongyin is a rising star, he has accumulated a wealth of knowledge and experience before making a breakthrough! Whether in terms of Taoist cultivation or in his meritorious deeds in helping the world, he has already subtly surpassed Longhu Celestial Master!
Rumors circulate that if Master Hong hadn't remembered the kindness of Master Zhang in passing on his teachings through Master Zhou, and thus refrained from personally going to Longhu Mountain to seek instruction, that unparalleled reputation would have already been handed over to someone else!
Hearing all sorts of comments made Zhang Zhiwei a little embarrassed. He thought to himself, "This kid, doesn't he even dare to be a little more arrogant in his dreams? If it were me… what kind of Zhang Zhiwei is he? He's only fit to smell my farts behind my back!!"

Zhang Zhiwei inquired further and learned that, in addition to Master Hong's personal achievements, Wudang had also experienced a great resurgence, even surpassing the prosperity of the time during Zhu Di's reign.

Hong Tianshi also followed the example of the ancestral Tianshi Zhang Daoling and created a system of twenty-four regions, divided into eight upper regions, eight middle regions, and eight lower regions, encompassing the entire land of China.

Each prefecture has a Celestial Master, who, though not holding an official rank in the imperial court, is directly under the command of Wudang! His status is extraordinary, and no matter whether they are kings, generals, officials, or soldiers, they have no right to arrest or interrogate anyone under his jurisdiction without the approval of Celestial Master Hong.

Under this authoritarian system, in just a few decades, Wudang Mountain's power rapidly increased, with its mountain gate undergoing dozens of large-scale expansions, seizing hundreds of thousands of hectares of fertile land, and employing hundreds of thousands of long-term laborers and tenants!

The most spectacular sight is the incense. From morning till night, millions of huge incense sticks, as thick as a child's arm, burn day and night in the Wudang Mountains!
The sounds of chanting and the ringing of prayer bells intertwined and swirled, converging into an almost tangible "torrent of incense"! Its richness and intensity even managed to disperse the sea of ​​clouds at the Golden Summit!

Wudang has become the undisputed "number one sect in the world"!
As the creator of all these achievements, Master Hong spent his days meditating under a tree on the edge of the cliff of Tianzhu Peak.

Legend has it that the tree gained vital energy from this and transformed into a tree of enlightenment.

Ordinary people, not to mention cultivating under the tree, can awaken their abilities and become extraordinary beings simply by picking up a few leaves of the Enlightenment Tree blown down by the wind and brewing them into tea at the foot of a cliff.

If a person of extraordinary talent picks it up and uses it to make tea, they may have an epiphany and make great progress in their cultivation.

For a time, people in the martial arts world flocked to this Enlightenment Tea, and several major battles even broke out in the struggle for it.

Later, Master Hong intervened and stipulated that from then on, the Enlightenment Tea would only be given to those with a predestined affinity.

"I didn't realize this kid had such a knack for being a powerful CEO in the Taoist sect..." Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself with admiration.

The interior illusion constructed by Hong Yin is far more realistic than the overpowered illusion of the programmer in the story.

The more realistic it is, the stronger the experience, and the higher the likelihood of becoming addicted.

"Since this is your deepest desire..."

Zhang Zhiwei didn't waste any more words with Hong Yin. With a thought, golden clouds churned above Wudang Mountain, and a large, dark face emerged from the clouds, overlooking the entire Wudang region.

As the giant face appeared, an invisible pressure, like a vast ocean, crashed down, forcing all the pilgrims on the mountain to lie prostrate on the ground, unable to breathe.

Hong Tianshi, who was sitting cross-legged on the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain, chanting "Innately leading the Zhou Tian, ​​covering the changes of the Zhou Tian, ​​transforming myself into king," suddenly opened his eyes and stared directly at the big face in the sky.

"You audacious fiend, how dare you invade my sacred Wudang land and create such a heaven-defying chaos? You deserve to die!"

Wearing a purple robe, Master Hong was furious, his hands outstretched, and his Qi soared into the sky.

"I have mastered all the changes in the world, I am the king!"

Master Hong's roar resounded through the sky, and a huge Qimen formation appeared beneath his feet.

This Qimen formation expanded rapidly, covering the entire Wudang region in the blink of an eye. Within this area, everything—the interaction of elements, fortune, misfortune, time, space—was under his control.

"Heaven and earth are under my control, Kun character - Earth River Chariot!"

With a wave of his hand, a dull rumble resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Immediately afterward, the earth trembled, the river surged, and the pilgrims on the Wudang Mountain path were shaken into rolling gourds.

A nameless mountain outside the main peak of Wudang suddenly rose from the ground amidst tremors and rumbles, transforming into a human-shaped stone statue holding a magic sword in the air, looking exactly like Wudang Master Hong.

The stone statue came to life, shook its Taoist robe, and raised its index and middle fingers, tracing the edge of the sword.

He leaped onto the clouds and slashed his sword at the enormous, dark face that blotted out the sky:
"Demons, prepare to die!" (End of Chapter)