That lone tree of the past has now become a forest.

Wei Yuan stared blankly at the vast and magnificent scene before him. After a long while, he murmured, "Yu, you won."

He looked at the stone tablet and the sword. The inscriptions on the stone tablet had been blurred by thousands of years of wind. The famous sword, which had appeared in the era of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan and Emperor Zhuanxu, was broken, and its spirituality was lost. The blade was covered with mottled rust, as if the years had passed, and even the sword soul of the famous sword had followed its master to that long-gone era.

He sat down cross-legged and used his supernatural powers to transform grain into strong liquor with a pungent smell.

The ancient human race used to use this to worship their ancestors. In the very center of the tribe, they piled up dry branches and fallen leaves, lit a bonfire, and danced around the flames. The aroma of strong liquor would permeate the entire tribe. He, alone, raised his wine, facing the broken sword and the stone tablet.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he saw Yu leaning against the stone tablet, drinking alone.

He saw Ji, who had once come here alone to get drunk.

Yu leaned against the stone tablet and drank with his head tilted back.

Qi sat cross-legged on the ground, humming drunkenly.

Yuan was silent and swallowed the coarse liquor.

He said, "Let us drink."

The liquor burned his throat, and Yuan couldn't help coughing violently, but he still finished the drink in one gulp. He exhaled a thick cloud of alcohol and lowered his head. All he saw was the worn text on the stone tablet. All he heard was his own breathing and the clear whistle of the wind blowing through the sword.

After a long while, he sighed, "At least, I had a drink..."

"Although it's late, it's good that I didn't break my promise."

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Lost in thought for a long time.

Wei Yuan patted his clothes, stood up, and looked at his own tomb. The feeling in his heart was a little strange and complex, especially since there was another version of himself lying in the tomb. The feeling was even stranger. He shook his head and said with a hint of jest, "Yu, I said that next time we meet, my alcohol tolerance will be better, and I'll be able to outdrink you."

"It seems I'm the first to drink this time."

He held the Yeying Sword in his hand and looked it over, deciding to take it to Nü Jiao.

He just didn't know what exactly happened in the hundred years after Yu went to Kunlun, and why Qi ended up sending Yu's sword… If the Yeying Sword was reforged by the Zhurong tribe, it shouldn't have been shattered in an ordinary battle, let alone lose its spirituality.

And that time, King Yu did not come.

Qi poured wine on the sword, saying that this way, Yu would not have broken his promise.

What exactly happened to Yu…?

Nü Jiao might know, but Wei Yuan inexplicably felt that Nü Jiao would not tell him about this.

At least not now.

He reached out and patted his tombstone as if saying goodbye.

Then, his movements suddenly stopped, and his gaze fell on the tomb behind the stone tablet. He felt a strange and familiar feeling, as if he was looking in a mirror. He could feel a strange fluctuation from within the tomb.

Wei Yuan suddenly remembered what King Yu had said back then.

*Why don't you jump down?*

Could it be…

The Bo beast looked around at the magnificent and deep forest, somewhat lost in thought.

It had never imagined that on the east side of Mount Chongwu, there would be such a forest that had grown for who knows how many years. The air was filled with the scent of leaves and water. Even though Bo Long had transformed into a dragon beast, it still retained the original habits of the Bo beast, and it liked forests.

Then, it saw Wei Yuan stand up and gaze at the stone tablet with a serious and peaceful expression. Fallen leaves landed on his shoulders, giving him the kind of profoundness and focus of ancient heroes contemplating the principles of heaven and earth.

The Bo beast couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

*Seeing his own tomb must be very complicated.*

*Ah, but come to think of it, this guy seems to have rammed himself to death, so I'm a little smug.*

Then, it saw Wei Yuan turn his head and look at it with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Bo…"

The young Daoist pondered, then suddenly pointed behind the stone tablet and said, "You, dig open this tomb for me!"

Bo Long: "............"

Huh??!

What the hell?! Dig a tomb?

This is your tomb!

Bo Long was dumbfounded.

It felt that the sad and heavy atmosphere just now had been shattered to pieces.

It subconsciously shouted out, "Dig a tomb?"

"Why don't you dig?"

Wei Yuan pondered, then seriously replied, "I can't bring myself to do it."

If you can't bring yourself to do it, does that mean I can?

Right, you can't bring yourself to do it to your own tomb, but you can definitely do it to me.

So, after I dig up your tomb, you'll roast me and send me to Zhujiuyin?!

Bo Long seemed to understand something. Its eyes widened, and it let out a series of drum-like roars, refusing to dig the tomb no matter what. Wei Yuan stretched out two fingers and said, "I'll give you roasted meat next time."

Bo Long paused.

Wei Yuan stretched out his second finger.

"With double the cumin powder."

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A moment later, Bo Long, who had initially transformed into a dragon shape, successfully dug out someone's coffin.

A stone coffin.

Wei Yuan patted the stone coffin, muttering in his heart. He even thought that Yuan might give him a clay coffin.

Heh… It's still a stone coffin.

Wei Yuan pressed his palm against the side of the stone coffin. Without showing how much force he used, the coffin lid flew out and landed on the ground. Then, Wei Yuan looked inside and muttered in a low voice, as expected. There was a person lying in the coffin, looking extremely familiar, yet with a hint of unfamiliarity. It was an old man with wrinkles all over his face and white hair, his lips tightly pursed. It was himself. Even after five thousand years, he had not decayed.

Bo Long let out a low moan and stepped back.

Wei Yuan pinched his arm, feeling the toughness, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He began to seriously reflect on himself.

*You really can't eat things randomly…*

*Among the foods I ate back then…*

*Was there something that would prevent the body from decaying after death?*

*After all, if there really was such a thing, you wouldn't be able to see the effect after eating it. To know the function, you'd have to die.*

He knocked on his own body from who knows how many lifetimes ago, sighing in his heart. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind—

*I don't know why, but when I knew I was buried here, I always felt a little uneasy. Now that this body hasn't decayed, it's better to use it as an incarnation than to keep it buried here.*

It was absolutely impossible to transfer his soul into this body.

After all, this body from a previous life had already died.

However, it was possible to use this body to accommodate a wisp of consciousness and move around in the Mountain Sea Realm.

After all, this current Mountain God body was formed from divine power and was constantly consuming divine power. If he regained control of his body from a previous life, the time he could be active would be longer. There were indeed supernatural powers like clone techniques among the seventy-two earthly transformations, but thinking back carefully, they were only used to sneak out when trying to avoid being watched by Zhuge. This was the first time he had used it for something like this.

However, how much stuff did I eat back then?

Wei Yuan stroked his chin and silently counted in his heart.

There were things that would prevent confusion when eating, things that would prevent poisoning when eating, things that would prevent drowning when eating, and things that would prevent burning when eating.

There were also things that could allow you to travel a thousand miles a day, things that would make you as light as a swallow, things that would allow you to walk well, things that could greatly increase your eyesight, things that could give you immense strength, and things that would make you immune to all poisons…

So many things stacked together were equivalent to filling a mortal's physique with various buffs.

No wonder that even though he was a mortal who was about to die of old age and had no cultivation, he was still able to subdue a Bo beast. Bo Long, on the other hand, was watching Wei Yuan looking at his own corpse and pondering. The scene was as strange as it could be, and the hair on its back was standing on end.

Wei Yuan shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. He reached out and pressed his hand on the space between the eyebrows of his former body.

Then, this Mountain God body, which was born from a wisp of his own consciousness, dissipated, like a flowing wind, and entered the spirit platform of this dead corpse. Then, his voice was calm as he sounded in Bo Long's ear, "You go guard the area around first. There's a formation here, so there's no need to worry."

Bo Long responded and stepped back. And the formation left behind by Qi was activated again.

Starlight moved in the mist, covering this dense forest and tomb.

Bo Long was dumbfounded.

After thinking for a while, it felt that it should do something to contribute, so it closed the stone coffin again and covered it tightly.

Then, it chose a place and ran off to rest.

However, Wei Yuan did not expect that the great formation that had been activated was not originally intended for a second use. Although it was restarted, there was still a slight leak. Mount Chongwu was the head of the mountains in the Western Third Classic. Today, many Mountain Gods gathered here, and two of them were admiring the scenery when they saw the mist surge and the starlight flow in the distance, which was quite spectacular.

One of the Mountain Gods, a burly man, said, "What's going on over there? It seems like there's a problem with the earth vein somewhere."

An old man said drunkenly, "There's no need to worry about that."

"Anyway, it's not our place. If the sky falls, it's someone else's bad luck."

"Recently, the human race has appeared and started to worship us. We finally have something good to eat. Come, let's drink some more."

The burly man hesitated, "But why do I feel like that place looks a little familiar?"

"Familiar? What's familiar? Where's familiar?"

The old man looked over with a dazed expression.

The burly man took a sip of wine and suddenly realized that the Mountain God next to him was no longer speaking. Just as he was about to ask out of curiosity, he saw the old man's face crumple up, and he suddenly let out a miserable scream:

"That, that's my place!"

"King Yu entrusted the Lord of Mount Chongwu to watch over it, and the Lord of the Mountain sent me to watch over it!"

"It's over, it's over!"

"My mountain is in big trouble!"

He screamed and rushed down the mountain, running towards that place.

The burly man was speechless. He took a swig of wine and followed closely behind.

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At the same time, not far from Mount Chongwu, the black-robed group that had once chased Feng Siyu and then fled also noticed the change in Qi. They looked at each other and said, "The target may be there. Chase!"

"Yes!"

At this moment, Wei Yuan slowly closed his eyes.

His hands formed a seal.

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations—

Fetus Transformation.

ps: Today's first update… 3,000 words, a buffer chapter… Thanks to y0shu for the 25,000 starting coins, thank you~

King Yu and Old Zhang's character cards are up~