Chapter 477 Operation Successful?

　　After Ah Xuan rode his sword to Takamagahara.

　　A certain Yu race girl tossed a handful of butter-flavored popcorn into her mouth, chewed it, and looked at the peaceful Wei Yuan. After thinking for a while, she stretched out her finger and poked Curator Wei’s cheek. “Curator Wei, that little Daoist went up there. Are you really not going?”

　　“That little fellow doesn’t seem to have enough Daoist skills.”

　　“Curator Wei?”

　　“Wake up…”

　　Poke, poke.

　　Huh? Feels good…

　　Poke again.

　　Take a selfie.

　　Send it to that Nü Jiao sister.

　　One photo can be exchanged for a whole cart of snacks in the Qingqiu country.

　　And it’s valid for a long time, for young and old.

　　Feng Siyu took several photos in a row, probably getting enough snacks for the next ten years.

　　Then, while poking Curator Wei’s cheek, she thought seriously.

　　Finally, she looked at the height of Takamagahara, pondered for a moment, and the Yu race wings on her back spread out. Her pupils faintly burned with flames, evolving to a reddish-gold color, which represented a considerable degree of fire god divinity.

　　Then, Feng Siyu, who didn’t know that there were high-level church members in Takamagahara, began to seriously consider the possibility of flying to Takamagahara and directly throwing the ‘sleeping museum curator’ and his wheelchair into the realm of the gods, and the possible consequences.

　　For example, when the gods were at war, the little Daoist was holding his sword against the enemies.

　　Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky.

　　The wheelchair made a shining debut.

　　Everyone looked shocked, and then saw the sleeping, no, the contemplating museum curator in the wheelchair.

　　Everyone was shocked, shocked.

　　A dead silence.

　　Feng Siyu’s eyes lit up slightly, she rubbed her hands, eager to try, but just when she was about to implement it directly, she suddenly remembered that before departure, the Water Ghost had given her something and told her that if Curator Wei hadn’t woken up by the time they arrived, she could try it.

　　Feng Siyu took it out. It was a voice recorder, which seemed to have been bought by the Water Ghost with the money he had saved from part-time jobs.

　　As far as she knew, Curator Wei didn’t pay wages, but settled the accounts with talismans.

　　The Water Ghost went out to do odd jobs when he had nothing to do.

　　For example, delivering water, delivering water, or delivering water…

　　Feng Siyu curiously looked at the voice recorder, and then gently pressed the player next to Wei Yuan’s ear.

　　After a few seconds, a soft, gentle voice sounded from the voice recorder.

　　“Yuan, time to get up.”

　　Was it Sister Jue?

　　Feng Siyu was stunned.

　　Then she saw Wei Yuan, who had been lying like a corpse, suddenly open his eyes.

　　The Yu race girl was dumbfounded, and the popcorn in her hand fell to the ground.

　　Secret secret… Password correct.

　　Startup successful?

　　……………………

　　The time of one incense stick had finally arrived.

　　Or rather, it was unknown how many incense sticks had passed.

　　Wei Yuan didn’t even know how many times he had been beaten by the extreme evil group of the Age of Gods before he finally managed to withstand the time of one incense stick. His face was a little pale. Even if he said he was restraining his strength, those were all notorious guys from the Age of Gods, and they didn’t hold back.

　　They laughed and swung their weapons at him.

　　Not to mention the cooperation between the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan and the Yan Emperor.

　　Why was their cooperation with Chiyou, the God of War, so good when they were mortal enemies?!

　　Damn it!

　　This didn’t make sense.

　　Can you imagine the psychological trauma it would cause to a root-and-branch descendant of the Yanhuang tribe if the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, the Yan Emperor, Xing Tian, and Chiyou all laughed and swung their knives at the top of your head?

　　No, you don’t know, and you don’t care.

　　You old guys only care about your own fun.

　　He finally managed to complete the assessment that was more of a game in the mouth of Zhu Jiuyin. Wei Yuan opened his eyes, reached out and pressed his chest, feeling an unspeakable irritability, probably like the feeling of the Old Celestial Master losing five thousand ranked matches in a row and having to continue playing.

　　He turned his head, looked around at the scenery, was stunned, and looked at Feng Siyu, his tone softened:

　　“Where is this?”

　　The Yu race girl replied:

　　“We’ve already arrived in Sakura Island.”

　　She pointed to Takamagahara and said, “Curator Wei, you didn’t wake up, so the little Daoist has already gone to Takamagahara.”

　　“He’s already gone up?”

　　Wei Yuan murmured, looking at the wheelchair he was sitting on, the corner of his mouth twitched.

　　He suddenly stood up and took a step forward.

　　Then he accidentally stepped into a pit.

　　A crack spread out in all directions.

　　Wei Yuan let out a breath, took a deep breath, and controlled his strength. This was completely instinctive. After being surrounded and beaten by a bunch of ancient battle maniacs for an unknown amount of time, he would have an illusion about how much strength to use. After all, if his footing was unstable, he would almost be overturned in one face-to-face encounter.

　　He rubbed his head.

　　Perhaps because his memory was a little blurred, the surroundings seemed to have turned into the battlefield just now. Where was it… Changyang Mountain, the wilderness of Zhuolu? Or the vast plain outside Xuanyuan Hill? He couldn’t tell for a moment whether he had returned to modern times, or…

　　Returned to modern times?

　　Wei Yuan closed his eyes and pressed his forehead.

　　He was like a Xuanyuan tribe warrior who had come to the human world from the ancient battlefield of the gods, or rather, a civil official in the words of Xing Tian. The surrounding environment was strange and familiar, but between closing his eyes and breathing, he could still smell a special feeling, the barbaric and tragic atmosphere of the distant battlefield.

　　Feng Siyu’s palms stiffened, and a chill rose on her back.

　　She didn’t know if it was an illusion.

　t should be an illusion, right?

　　She seemed to see several figures behind Curator Wei, a bit like the true spirit phantoms left behind after getting along for too long, just like those heroes with extremely strong self-existence would leave their marks on objects. Some people who had been with heroes for a period of time would also see similar scenes.

　　The retention of the true spirit aura was only temporary, a natural phenomenon.

　　But Curator Wei was clearly sleeping…

　　However, as Wei Yuan controlled his aura, these phantoms disappeared, just like an illusion. Wei Yuan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and turned his head and said, “I’ll go up there for a while, I’ll be back soon.”

　　“There’s not much time left.”

　　“So I plan to make a quick decision.”

　　Then he turned around and walked towards Takamagahara while adjusting his breath.

　　Feng Siyu was stunned for a moment, and quickly threw this distracting thought to the back of her mind. She lowered her head, looked at the voice recorder in her hand, her eyes lit up. Ah Shui was really amazing. Admiration appeared in the girl’s heart – he actually understood Curator Wei so well.

　　She opened the group, imported the recording, and then said:

　　“Boss Ah Shui, no problem.”

　　“Sure enough, Curator Wei woke up as soon as he heard the voice.”

　　??!

　　The Water Ghost of the museum felt his scalp tingle and was about to stop her.

　　Feng Siyu had already imported the voice.

　　He looked at the members in this group – Ehuang, Nüying, museum staff, Nü Jiao, Celestial Master, Wei Yuan, Tiannü, as well as Wuzhiqi and Yu Ji.

　　He turned his head stiffly.

　　He saw the girl in the museum curiously click on the voice message.

　　He saw the fair and quiet girl’s movements freeze.

　　She sat quietly, motionless.

　　In this instant, the Water Ghost had no thoughts in his mind and became completely Buddhist.

　　If there was a gun now, he felt that he should point the gun at his temple directly.

　　Even though he couldn’t die.

　　In fact, this voice message was just an accident. These days, when he was delivering ingredients to Tiannü, he happened to see the girl talking to herself, seemingly planning to try to wake up Curator Wei, but she hadn’t gone to call him these days, so he just recorded it casually and then handed it to Feng Siyu.

　　When he saw the girl’s quiet gaze turn over.

　　The Water Ghost nodded and affirmed, “I understand.”

　　He put down the Happy Water.

　　Snapped his fingers.

　　Even though Curator Wei wasn’t here, he ultimately couldn’t avoid this fate…

　　He thought sadly in his heart.

　　While kicking himself out.

　　Qingqiu Country—

　　After Nü Jiao listened to the voice message, she could guess that Wei Yuan’s awakening should be a coincidence, but that didn’t prevent the next thing from happening. The white-haired woman was thoughtful, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, and she slapped her phone open.

　　Then she found Jue’s account.

　　Private chat.

　　…………………………

　　Takamagahara.

　　Wei Yuan, who didn’t know what was happening, slowly stepped up.

　　At this moment, after the young Daoist said those words, fierce auras appeared, all staring at Ah Xuan with great hostility, and even the mage from Misty City maintained an attitude of watching from the sidelines.

　　They were looking forward to a fierce battle.

　　Anyway, they were happy to watch the fun when other people’s houses were on fire.

　　Faced with the words of a mere Longhu Mountain little Daoist, the Sakura Island gods couldn’t possibly endure it, let alone the fact that it was being broadcast live. So they looked at each other, slowly stood up, and outlined the勢 (shì – power, influence) of the Sakura Island heaven and earth. As a result, dark clouds covered the sky, thunder rumbled, and the earth trembled. Looking down from Takamagahara, it seemed that the sea was also surging, creating waves.

　　This was the beginning of a tsunami and an earthquake.

　　Thunder, flames, the earth’s tremors, and狂風 (kuáng fēng – fierce winds) created extreme pressure.

　　Giving that goddess dignity that she didn’t originally possess.

　　The goddess slowly said, “What did you say?”

　　The little Daoist straightened his back and didn’t know how to say harsh words. In the end, he squeezed out a sentence, “Do not say that you were not warned,” and the wooden sword in his hand brushed forward. Everyone smiled dumbfounded, but suddenly a terrifying sword energy burst out directly along the direction of the little Daoist’s wooden sword.

　　The entire Takamagahara trembled.

　　Before the fight had even begun, a sword, along with its scabbard, directly pierced through the throne of Takamagahara. That sword was like the arrow that had pierced through Takamagahara once before, and the gray-robed mages turned their heads with great interest, and then their voices slowly disappeared like a duck being strangled by the neck.

　　Every step he took caused the jade steps of Takamagahara to tremble and shatter.

　　A young man wearing black and red clothes came up, suppressing all the sounds, and said slowly as he walked, “Let me translate it into plain language for you, it’s probably like, ‘Submit an application report, after discussion and approval by the organization, it has been decided to approve the succession of the God of the Center of Heaven.’”

　　Wei Yuan raised his hand and took the box from the stuttering little Daoist.

　　He threw it directly into the middle of Takamagahara.

　　Xu Fu’s head, with eyes that couldn’t close in death, rolled out.

　　“The previous God of the Center of Heaven died of old age, I’m here to send him back.”

　　A silent stillness.

　　Beside the goddess, a woman shrouded in a dark aura said in a clear and cold voice, “Stupid.”

　　“Disrupting Takamagahara, take him down.”

　　The gods broke out, and wind, rain, and thunder all rushed towards the front.

　　And the Mountain Lord, hidden in the dark, watched everything that happened as if he was sitting firmly on a fishing platform. When the woman shrouded in a dim aura revealed her true appearance, even the practitioners of other forces besides the gods changed their colors in an instant.

　　Because the woman’s face was clearly beautiful, but it also revealed a sense of death and decay.

　　Izanami.

　　The goddess with extremely high popularity and power in the entire Sakura Island mythology and legends, is the Mother Goddess, and also the Goddess of the Underworld’s filth, and in her legends, the most important thing is that once you eat the food of the Underworld, you can never return to the human world, and can only exist as a spirit of the Underworld.

　　Everyone’s faces became extremely ugly.

　　The food here also instantly changed its appearance, emitting a rotten texture unique to the Underworld.

　　Everyone had eaten these foods.

　　The Mountain Lord silently overlooked this scene, with no emotion or nostalgia in his amber eyes.

　　Several demon beasts next to him stood respectfully with their heads bowed. The Mountain Lord had no intention of becoming the master behind the scenes of this pantheon, and he didn’t even care what the final outcome of this place would be. After taking charge of the pantheon, he exhausted all the power of the demon beasts under his command, even with heavy casualties.

　　In the end, he assassinated Izanagi-no-Mikoto.

　　He used his head to exchange for Izanami’s appearance.

　　Then he deliberately convened this Takamagahara meeting.

　　He wanted to pull all the elites of these forces into the Underworld, reincarnate them as the dead, and then transform all these elites into his own伥鬼 (chāng guǐ – tiger’s victim turned into a spirit, used to lure more victims). He would even attract the gods of China together, and then return to China again as a representative of China, and then plot his next step.

　　A temporary swallow of anger, pretending to be a disciple, can, in the long run,腐烂 (fǔ làn – rot) the foundation of the Chinese people, in order to plan later.

　　Turning Takamagahara into the Underworld, while he himself escaped, using 伥鬼 to constantly attract experts from major cultivation systems around the world to enter,挑动 (tiǎo dòng – incite) a great war. Only in this way could he obtain the greatest benefit and cause the countries of people to fight each other…

　　He never truly regarded this pantheon as something worth caring about.

　　It was a trump card, and also a treasure.

　　And the true value of treasures and trump cards lies in the moment they are obtained and the moment they are consumed.

　　As for the so-called Chinese orthodoxy of the Celestial Master’s Mansion.

　　“I am a demon of the mountains.”

　　The Mountain Lord once whispered to his subordinates in a plain voice, “What is the orthodoxy of people?”

　　“Belonging to China, not belonging to people.”

　　“We are great demons of China, not human slaves.”

　　All those around him were great demons who had been recorded in the Crouching Tiger Order and the Celestial Master’s Scrolls. They couldn’t stay in China, so they fled to such a remote place. China is China, and people are people. They were very clear about this. At this moment, they were all watching everything that was about to happen below with cold eyes, using an entire pantheon as the foundation for leveraging the world.

　　The purpose was to return to China one day and create a demon country.

　　This was almost a qualitative change compared to those great demons who only knew how to show off their power in the past.

　　Focusing on using a country as a sacrifice,撥動 (bō dòng – stir) the trend of the world, he could attack or defend.

　　Those妖物 (yāo wù – monsters) listened with excitement.

　　With just a few words, he had already determined a certain possibility for the future trend of the extraordinary world.

　　As for that contemporary Crouching Tiger, the Mountain Lord had already discovered him when he walked to Takamagahara. At first, he planned to personally stop this old opponent, but for some reason, the current Wei Yuan gave him a feeling of horror, so he silently ignored him and chose to watch from the sidelines.

　　The uniqueness of Izanami-no-Mikoto almost represented the filth of the Underworld in this area of Sakura Island.

　　Even though it started with Xu Fu’s eastward crossing, more than two thousand years and the deaths of countless creatures had allowed the uniqueness of the Underworld to be enhanced, making its strength deeper, far from the level it was at in the beginning. Or rather, as long as civilization continues to exist, as long as death has not been overcome, then the God of Death will continue to become stronger.

　　“Even the Crouching Tiger cannot resist the power of the Underworld.”

　　The Mountain Lord whispered, “However, you have paid a considerable price anyway… Crouching Tiger, this time you can go to the Underworld to accompany that immortal goddess.”

　　“Presumably, a death god from a pantheon is enough to be your companion.”

　　Below, the gods of Sakura Island swarmed towards Wei Yuan.

　　Like a surging tide.

　　Wei Yuan threw the sword scabbard to Ah Xuan next to him, and the Iron Eagle Sword in his palm was unsheathed.

　　The fire he had been holding in his stomach finally found a place to vent at this moment.

　　The iron sword was broad, and the sword edge trembled and buzzed, fiercely tearing with a thick and brutal sword energy. It was a sword art from the distant barbaric battlefield, a thickness of five thousand years up and down. Almost in an instant, the森寒 (sēn hán – chilling) aura directly cut through the sky.

　　The sound was like thunder.

　　Fresh blood splashed.

　　In an instant, the besieged man instead charged against the crowd, his sword energy streaking horizontally and vertically, simple and concise, rushing into the crowd of Sakura Island’s gods, setting off a rain of blood. For a time, it was difficult to stop this person in a remote pantheon whose strength was originally uneven.

　　The Underworld goddess Izanami-no-Mikoto appeared in front of Wei Yuan.

　　Life and death are impermanent. The uniqueness of the God of Death leads to them becoming stronger as long as civilization exists, life is born and then dies. Wei Yuan’s sword slashed across the face of this goddess, and that face, which was still beautiful at least on the surface, was broken, revealing rotten bones.

　　She was not afraid of the cultivation of the person in front of her.

　　But the sharpness of that sword always made her feel a trace of unease.

　　It was just that the other party seemed to have revealed a flaw.

　　She didn’t doubt it and pressed her palm on Wei Yuan’s brow.

　　The Underworld, filth, and the dream of inevitable death and沉淪 (chén lún – sinking, indulging).

　　Izanami-no-Mikoto instantly eroded Wei Yuan’s dream, and then wanted to反噬 (fǎn shì – bite back) his soul.

　　At this time, a plain voice came from Izanami-no-Mikoto’s ear, but it was not said to her, with a trace of helplessness: “Even using us…”

　　“You’ve learned it.”

　　The second voice was somewhat gentle and寬厚 (kuān hòu – kind and generous).

　　“Being able to use everything that can be used, and using all of your strength to kill the enemy, that is battle.”

　　“It’s also normal to find reinforcements.”

　　Fear, which only living beings in the human world could have, appeared on Izanami-no-Mikoto’s rotten face.

　　In the dream.

　　A figure calmly drank tea, and five figures appeared.

　　“I heard that the gods in the human world also have the cycle of the Underworld’s life and death, allowing living beings to never turn back.”

　　“Why don’t you let me take a look?”

　　The man with his eyes closed spoke calmly.

　　The God of the Underworld, who had devoured the souls of countless dead people for two thousand years, fled the dream for the first time.

　　Directly cutting off more than 80% of her divine power.

　　Zhu Jiuyin calmly put down the teacup.

　　The tea in the cup rippled, and the body of the God of the Underworld, who was about to escape, solidified.

　　Then, Wei Yuan’s original flaw reversed into the most brutal sword style, fiercely slashing back. Under the public gaze, the God of Death, who represented the most special thing of a pantheon, was directly beheaded. That charming and terrifying head flew up, and the blood that soared made the gods stop.

　　A silence reigned for a time.

　　Wei Yuan slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and gold appeared in his pupils. Divinity erupted, and Xing Tian’s voice rang in his ears.

　　The sword was drawn, charged, and then, heavily slashed down.

　　Learning the moves taught by Xing Tian, or rather, like the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan galloping on the wilderness and fighting the ancient God of War, this fierce sword gathered all the power, and slammed down with all its strength, tearing the磅礴 (páng bó – boundless) vitality and all the divinity. This sword had almost reached a level that could be described as magnificent, reflected in the eyes of the gods. And those great demons who had escaped from China were horrified, and were oppressed by this sword energy so that they couldn’t breathe.

　　What level of power was this?!

　　They suddenly looked at the Mountain Lord next to them who had formulated the demon country plan, and then their expressions slowly solidified.

　　The Mountain Lord’s amber pupils almost turned into vertical pupils.

　　His body solidified, and not a trace of aura leaked out.

　　Like a feline trying its best to hide its body…

　　And that huge and magnificent sword light slowly and heavily slashed down. As Wei Yuan spat out the煩躁 (fán zào – irritable) and turbid air in his heart, there was a clear eagle cry like the one in his memory. The huge sword light directly hit Takamagahara. He originally only planned to deter, but Wei Yuan didn’t expect that this Takamagahara had already been made precarious by the First Emperor’s arrow, and had also experienced the chaotic battle of the gods. It was only able to barely make it look good after being repaired. At this moment, cracks had already burst out.

　　So, accompanied by the trend of flames burning.

　　The clouds in the sky fell into the sea.

　　Like a reenactment of the scene two thousand years ago, Takamagahara heavily crashed down in the鳴嘯 (míng xiào – whistling) sound of birds of prey.

　　The gods fled to the shore and flew into the void.

　　Watching Takamagahara completely sink into the sea this time.

　　And under one sword, Wei Yuan, whose body’s Qi had been emptied, supported his body with his hands on the sword. First he was stunned, and then his eyes calmly watched the fall of Takamagahara – tracing back to the source, the pantheon here was originally just that one original divinity. If he hadn’t cut down that tree, this place might have been a demon god, but it was分散 (fēn sàn – scattered) into a pantheon.

　　This pantheon began with him and Xu Fu, and ultimately ended with him and Xu Fu.

　　There was cause and effect, beginning and end.

　　It was like a reverse current of fate and time. And the fall of Takamagahara was like a second grand fireworks display.

　　Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze and suddenly felt bored. He supported his sword and looked at that goddess, or rather, Sakura Island, his voice calm:

　　“Seven days later, Longhu Mountain, the Chinese Empire bestows the gold seal of the Wa slave country, cast with Xu Fu’s divinity as a brand.”

　　“Whether妖魔鬼物 (yāo mó guǐ wù – demons, monsters, ghosts, and spirits), they can all go to receive it.”

　　“Those who receive it will be recognized by Longhu Mountain as the God of the Center of Heaven.”

　　This sentence was the real “Do not say that you were not warned.”

　　The goddess’s face was pale.

　　The Mountain Lord heard this sentence, his palms clenched fiercely, but he didn’t say a word.

　　After this sentence was spread, the thoughts of the gods on the entire Sakura Island, as well as the百鬼 (bǎi guǐ – hundred ghosts) and cultivators, froze for a moment, and then a fierce flame of light, became狂熱 (kuáng rè – frenzied). Those extraordinary people who participated in the meeting before knew the weight of this sentence. The gray-robed mage whispered in his heart that after this day, I’m afraid there won’t be a realm of the gods like Takamagahara anymore.

　　Without the God of the Center of Heaven and the God of the Underworld.

　　He would also generously spread the qualifications to become the main god to every cultivator on Sakura Island.

　　With the custom of ‘overthrowing superiors’ on this land, one could almost see what a chaotic and分裂 (fēn liè – split) extraordinary situation the future would be.

　　With just one sword and one word, Sakura Island’s cultivation world was finished.

　　Wei Yuan put down his sword, turned his head, looked at the other participants who had been poisoned by the Underworld, and asked:

　　“I have finished what I wanted to say.”

　　“Does anyone have any objections?”

　　The gray-robed wizards were stunned.

　　Then the corners of their mouths twitched, and they shook their heads in unison.

　　That was one person, but it seemed that it wasn’t just one person. In the eyes of the people in the extraordinary world, there were five men standing neatly behind this guy, who had become polite and gentle for some unknown reason, carrying swords, axes, and wrapped in fire dragons. Then, with the young man’s movements, they looked at them in unison, expressionless, with幽幽 (yōu yōu – dim, faint) gazes.

　　Everyone swallowed.

　　They all took a step back.

　　And shook their heads heavily again.

　　No objections!

　　……………………

　　Such a thing was considered in later records as the beginning of the decline and分裂 (fēn liè – split) of the Sakura Island pantheon, with the fall of Takamagahara as a symbolic node. And Wei Yuan, who occupied a prominent position in the history of this post-extraordinary era, did not know that when he had finally vented a burst of anger.

　　Nü Jiao successfully sent the message to Jue in the museum.

　　“The first time you and Yuan meet is coming soon, I remember five thousand years ago, it was about this time…”

　　Nü Jiao’s eyes were full of joy.

　　She typed on the keyboard.

　　Because this didn’t violate the agreement with Wei Yuan at all. She didn’t intend to expose even a trace of Wei Yuan’s secret, but because of this, she felt it even more interesting. After thinking about it, she typed the following two lines of text—

　　“Aren’t you going to prepare a gift or something?”

　　“As a friend.”

　　ps: Today’s update is a two-in-one…

　　I originally planned to write according to the previous style, but after thinking about it, I changed it slightly and finished writing it in one breath.

　　Today, the lock on the door cut the area below my thumb on the top of my wrist. It hurt so much, and I felt it was absolutely amazing. I just closed the door and the meat…

　　It’s too stupid, to the point that I think it’s absolutely amazing (covering my face)