Six Celestial Positions.
They almost bewildered Zhang Fusheng.
What happened? Where did these Six Great Celestial Positions come from?
Zhang Fusheng didn't know.
What he knew was that he had undertaken a monumental cause and effect.
"Even making things up doesn't work….."
He mumbled, reaching out towards the Great Aspiration Ksitigarbha King Celestial Position. Though it was something blurred and untouchable,
yet under the blessing of his infinitely high position, he could truly touch it.
The sensation was warm,
as if he had plunged his hand into a warm, sticky ball of water.
"I can't just make up stories anymore."
Zhang Fusheng sighed.
He was different now.
He was Zhang Fusheng, but he was not just Zhang Fusheng, bearing the incense and candle power of the Central Pole Sect Leader, calling upon the name of Taiqing,
even without sitting on a meditation mat, he possessed a peculiar [position].
It wasn't a real status, but a position.
