Chapter 66 Memories

It was an old face, the body already weak and powerless, even pierced by sharp horns.

Thick blood trickled down the path of the horns.

But the eyes still burned with a scorching and angry flame. The old human hands rose to block the beast, staring fearlessly at the young bo (a mythical wild horse), rallying all its strength to resist. Then, the ferocious beast that could devour tigers and leopards became frightened and retreated.

The old human fell, but the look in his eyes at that time was like a ball of fire, deeply imprinted in the bo’s heart.

From then on, it knew that there was such a race that, even if they were not powerful beings, could still be called strong.

And when that human died, a witch in red, with sharp eyebrows, used a long whip made of dragon scales, expressionless, whipping the bo until it was almost in excruciating pain.

Eyes burning like flames, and the welts left by the witch's whip.

These were the only two memories left in the bo's youth. It instinctively wanted to retreat, feeling as if the marks left by the dragon scales on its back were starting to burn and ache again.

The bo let out a low roar.

…

The beasts were silent.

Wei Yuan was also a little stunned. He just wanted to try, but he didn't expect the effect to be so strong. His gaze swept over the ferocious beasts that were completely afraid to move. With a doubtful heart, he walked to a trembling beast and thought for a while, then reached out his hand.

The beast bared its fangs and hissed.

Then, when Wei Yuan pressed his hand on its forehead, the beast remained in the same posture.

This is too cowardly…

Wei Yuan shook his head, using the Exorcism Divine Power as the core, to glimpse some memories from the true spirit aura overflowing from the creature's thoughts.

He was already very familiar with doing this.

So Wei Yuan saw scenes flashing quickly before his eyes.

And during this process, the beast did not resist at all.

…

Passed down through generations, the bloodline has become increasingly thin.

True dragons can soar through the clouds and ride the mists, while the ferocious beasts with dragon bloodlines only have the supernatural power to control water. Further down the line, this powerful bloodline cannot even be revealed externally.

Because the bloodline is thin, the information transmitted will also become flawed and incomplete.

In this beast's memory, Wei Yuan saw large segments of ancient memories, complex and chaotic. Finally, he saw the deepest picture in its inherited memory, which was also the most exciting and intense picture for the beast at this moment. In that memory, Wei Yuan saw three figures from an observer's perspective, one of whom was himself in the past.

There was Yu, not particularly tall, but with a calm and dignified temperament, and there was the witch Jiao, with delicate features, her hair still black at that time.

This was a memory passed down through generations.

There was also a mixed but still profound record of information—

Be careful, be very careful!

When the person holding the jade book writes down a name.

A man will descend from the sky, and take away members of the tribe whose name was written down.

No one can defeat him.

Once, a beast tried to sneak attack the person carving the jade book, but couldn't even beat the woman next to him. No matter what race, no matter how many beasts, none of those who went ever came back.

Later, they learned that it was actually a nine-tailed fox.

This man and woman were powerful enough.

But the person they were protecting never made a move even once.

So, following the principle of the strong being respected and the weak being preyed upon, the ferocious beasts that were the leaders and ate first naturally applied the rules between different beasts to the three people who walked outside in those years. Later, some beasts even recorded in their inherited memories that it was the man holding the jade book who could summon a peerless warrior from the heavens.

And all along, many ferocious beasts had simply regarded these three people as tough nuts to crack.

Like facing Zhurong, like facing Qiongqi, like facing Taotie.

The weak have their own way of survival.

Even in the Great Wilderness.

Until later, one of the Bai Ze (a mythical creature) secretly looked at that unfinished jade book.

He understood it.

So he was greatly shocked.

Then, in the legends circulated among the beasts of the mountains and seas, there was such a saying that there was a person who held a jade book and a carving knife, recorded names in the book, and then a god would descend from the heavens, and whoever called this name would be immediately executed; in the more distant years, Yuan had passed away, and Yu held the jade book, traveling among the eight wildernesses and seas, exiling the various realms of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, which were filled with many ferocious beasts, one by one.

Every time a place was exiled, a jade book was split off and thrown into that world.

On it was the list of names carved by that man in those years.

So the legend was passed down in this way, that it did not originate from Yuan, but from the legend of the humans who exiled all the tribes of the mountains and seas in that era, but this legend finally converged on the most representative Classic of Mountains and Seas jade book, and was passed down to this day.

History and the past are often like this.

The magnificent years are like rivers, but this era will be transformed into an epitome and imprint, with the waves sweeping over thousands of piles of snow.

That is called heroes and legends.

But they themselves carry all the people of that era.

…

Wei Yuan slowly raised his palm.

The beast with the thin bloodline was already trembling all over, foaming at the mouth and falling down.

Wei Yuan recovered from a trace of loss, his mouth twitching.

The way you're acting, it's like I'm some kind of dangerous character.

When Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked over, the beasts swept by his gaze collectively retreated a step. When swept a second time, they would silently retract their feet again. Wei Yuan really wanted to say that he wasn't that powerful. Back then, King Yu and Nüjiao were the ruthless ones, he was just a hanger-on who freeloaded meals.

He could swear that he, Wei Yuan, had never personally killed a single beast.

Not only that, but he would also enthusiastically hold cremations for the dead beasts.

To prevent their bodies from rotting, he would also add precious salt for preservation.

Wei Yuan recalled the past, his expression softening. His gaze swept over these beasts, recognizing that most of them were just descendants of thin bloodlines. He turned his head to look at the nervous residents on the edge of Chaoge City, not doing anything that would make these beasts panic, and said in a gentle and calm tone: "Forget it, all of you retreat."

Wei Yuan paused, thinking in his heart whether to say something like "I'm not hungry today" to strengthen the effect.

These beasts were already as if granted amnesty, fleeing in panic.

As if they would be skinned and cooked if they were even a step slower.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but slander in his heart, was it necessary to be so afraid? I only wrote you in a book.

He turned his head and saw that the old bo next to him had not left. It was tall, staring at Wei Yuan, lowering its head, and letting out a low roar.

Wei Yuan remembered that this was the favorite mount of the generals of various tribes in that era.

Its sound is like a drum, it eats tigers and leopards, and it can control soldiers.

In fact, from the perspective of later generations, the bo should belong to the dragon species, but the gold content of the word "dragon" in that era was too high. No matter how ferocious the bo was, eating tigers and leopards, in the earliest mythological era, it was impossible to compete for the word "dragon."

Ferocious beasts like the bo could be tamed as mounts, but this particular bo had experienced too many years, and no one could tame it anymore. If one had to find someone who could barely make it obey, it would only be the two people who left an imprint in its heart when it was young. Wei Yuan had recorded this kind of beast before, so he knew this characteristic.

Wei Yuan reached out and touched the bo, and asked, "Do you want to follow me?"

The bo roared lowly.

It turned its head to look at the departing beasts, and nodded.

Wei Yuan looked at those ferocious beasts, feeling that it chose to stay probably because it was worried that it would be killed by the angry herd as a traitor after returning. He shook his head and smiled, then thought that this bo only ate tigers and leopards and had already partially dragonified. He didn't know if it could pass through the bronze plate, but it didn't matter if it couldn't. It could also be used for transportation here. He patted the bo's head and said:

"You and I can be considered to have a connection, although it should be considered a karmic debt."

His voice paused, and he said, "But perhaps I should also thank you."

The bo didn't know why.

Wei Yuan turned around, looked at the people of the Yin Shang remnants, smiled apologetically, and transformed back into the young Daoist priest. He looked at the mountain, which was obviously some distance away. The force of the mountain wind was stronger than going down the mountain, but it was not surging against the mountain trend. It was a little difficult to control the wind this time, so he simply sat on the bo's back and patted the bo's back.

The bo's sound was like a drum, stepping forward, with clouds growing beneath its feet.

And the young Daoist priest sat cross-legged on the bo's back, ascending to the sky step by step.

…

Before leaving Chaoge City and returning to the human world to see how much power the seal had absorbed, Wei Yuan had one last thing to do, because the beast horde had just invaded, even though it had been shocked and driven back by Wei Yuan, it had caused a great deal of turmoil. Most of the people who had been worshiping earlier had gone down the mountain to maintain order.

Wei Yuan also sent the last people guarding the mountain down, and then he was finally relaxed.

Sitting on the mountain, he reached out and pressed on the mountain, and a wisp of consciousness swayed down again, entering that empty cave. Only this time, the consciousness hidden in the hollow mountain finally slowly awakened, and Wei Yuan's wisp of consciousness inside the mountain transformed back into the young Daoist priest.

He reached out and stroked the cold rock wall, looking at the ancient and rough murals on it.

He opened his mouth and said, "If there are guests coming, won't you come out to meet them?"

Wei Yuan turned his eyes slightly and saw a pair of light golden pupils open in the darkness, with most of his body still hidden in the darkness.

He said, "Should I call you the ancient Shang King, or should I respectfully call you the Emperor God?"