Chapter 138 Never Like This

Tian Di Mountain.

The echoes of sword cries still lingered in this heaven and earth, but the tragic and magnificent scene could no longer be seen ahead. This palace of the Heavenly Emperor was moving at a speed sufficient to traverse worlds. Behind the boundless mist of time and space were the reflections of small worlds known as Lesser Realms.

Emperor Jun often strolled leisurely through these numerous small worlds.

He even visited the Human Realm many times.

Compared to the great Dao of the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth, even gods who held power and concepts were merely Dao seekers walking alone. To uphold oneself, one should also be humble and open-minded. These were words once spoken by that Heavenly Emperor, but now, even the light of these numerous small worlds could not dispel the imprint of the sword light.

After a long time, the Divine General murmured, "Are those Humans...?"

The hunchbacked old man replied, "They are Humans."

"Are Humans such a fierce race?"

This time, the old man took a long while to answer:

"They always have been."

"The strength of will and the weakness of the body are not contradictory."

The hunchbacked old man looked outside and said, "The Emperor once traveled to many small worlds, and the Human Realm was among them. When discussing Dao with an old man, that old man's strength was far inferior to the Emperor's, but his wisdom was very high. He said that gods only possess power, but are not necessarily strong."

"He who conquers others has force; he who conquers himself is strong."

The Divine General murmured, "He who conquers others has force; he who conquers himself is strong..."

He smiled wryly, "In that case, these fellows who move mountains and fill seas are nothing in his eyes? The heavens have power, and beasts are also powerful to humans, but they cannot be said to be strong."

The old man said, "That's right... Therefore, the strong among Humans and the strong among the Gods have their dignity on the same level."

The Divine General asked, "Who said these words?"

"He is called Dan."

The hunchbacked old man replied, "During the reign of the Western Zhou Dynasty in the Human Realm, when the Heavenly Emperor was being worshipped, the Emperor once transformed into an ordinary young master. In the capital of Western Zhou, he met a young man named Li Dan. They exchanged gifts of three fruits, regarded each other as neighbors, and often visited each other. The Emperor watched him toil his whole life and then made a bet with each other."

The Divine General was curious, "Bet? What did they bet on?"

As a Divine General, he had always been very curious about the Heavenly Emperor's experiences.

"I don't know what the stakes were."

"I don't know what the bet was either."

The old man said, "I only know that there was one condition in their bet, that old Dan could not leave the capital of Zhou on his own accord."

"Then, did the Emperor win?"

"No... the bet was stopped."

The old man paused and said, "That year, Kong Qiu passed away."

"The world changed drastically."

"A young man, riding a green ox, entered the capital of Zhou."

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The hunchbacked old man shook his head. "That young man forcibly took Lao Dan away. It is said that the Emperor laughed heartily that day, saying that the affairs of the Human Realm are wonderful beyond compare. The so-called fate is nothing more than this. A bet does not necessarily need to have a winner or loser. To come in high spirits and return in satisfaction is also a wonderful thing.”

Speaking of past events, the old man couldn't help but sigh. He raised his head, and Yu the Great, who had been struggling violently, was now uncharacteristically quiet. He no longer roared and laughed, as if his entire body had lost its strength and had to be supported by chains to stand, unlike before when he stood proudly.

His head drooped, and his gray hair looked like weeds.

There was no vitality at all, like a candle in the wind.

The hunchbacked old man called out many times, but Yu the Great no longer responded as he had before. The old man's eyes were filled with complexity. In his sigh, he suddenly felt a scorching pain in his chest. He grunted, and that thing was like a handful of red-hot iron sand thrown into his arms, the pain lingering.

He subconsciously swatted at it, and amidst the stinging pain, he finally threw out that unbearably hot thing.

They were three jade books, on which the last letters to his friends and wife, written by Yu the Great's true spirit, slowly lit up. Each word was like being ignited by flames, and finally, they crumbled and disappeared like dust.

It is said that a last letter seems to be reluctant to part.

But in fact, writing this letter represents giving up on continuing.

A cry of surprise came from afar.

The hunchbacked old man stumbled over, then stood there blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

The bronze lamp, which should have been extinguished today, was slowly burning with a dark red flame.

Yu the Great was pulled by chains, his head drooping, his gray hair like weeds.

But beneath the weeds was a new life.

The ashen, desolate grassland filled with ruins was only waiting for spring to arrive.

He who conquers others has force; he who conquers himself is strong.

The will of man can be passed on.

Do you believe it?

The old man looked at the slowly burning lamp and could say nothing more.

Passing on the torch.

Endless cycle of life.

It is the duty of those who continue the past and open up the future to pass on the fire ignited by the pioneers.

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In the sky above the Great Wilderness, ten suns hung in the sky, and the strange phenomenon of burning mountains and boiling seas reappeared.

Then, a golden ray of cold light soared into the sky, as if to shatter this vast and magnificent scene, and then the fierce battle continued. At this time, dozens of divine lights flew across the sky.

"Damn it, is this the right direction?"

"That's right, I've been feeding those strange beasts, and they did come in this direction."

The god from the Siyou Kingdom was sweating profusely.

"The Emperor is currently in seclusion. If the Emperor finds out after leaving seclusion..."

Just thinking about the sight of that Emperor discovering this absurd scene after leaving seclusion filled the gods with extreme guilt, wishing they could commit suicide on the spot. So, after distinguishing the direction, they continued to rush, completely ignoring the danger ahead, with only guilt remaining in their hearts.

Therefore, they skimmed over the northwest corner of the Great Wilderness, skimmed over Mount Buzhou, which carried its children on its back.

The Daoists say that turtle breathing closes the breath, continuous as if there is or is not, to be in harmony with the Great Dao.

Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, gasping violently. When he was seriously injured, the Daoist cultivation techniques he possessed naturally entered a state of turtle breathing. When the gods skimmed over, the instinct of crisis stimulated his body, transferring him out of the turtle breathing state. As soon as he woke up, Wei Yuan's face twisted.

His fingers clawed at the ground, his body trembling violently.

Pain, pain, pain!

Damn it, even getting a shot as a kid didn't hurt this much.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, and it took him a long time to recover. The penetrating wound on his shoulder had not yet healed. Or rather, the spear of the Great Sun, which had entered from his shoulder, grazed his spine, and pierced out from his lower right abdomen, directly melted a hole in his body. If he wasn't a god, he would have died long ago.

God of the Great Sun.

Compared to the Golden Crow, that so-called God of the Great Sun in North India was simply not on the same level.

Wei Yuan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Supporting himself with his sword, he raised his head and saw Chang Xi, the Emperor's consort, unconscious beside him.

Just before losing consciousness, Wei Yuan directly choked her, using divine power to shock and impact her divine soul, knocking Chang Xi unconscious. He staggered to his feet and saw the old man over there clutching his waist and collapsing. His expression changed, and he suddenly got up, but his body stiffened due to the sharp pain in his body.

He wanted to walk over with the support of his sword, only to find that the Chang'an Sword only had the hilt and one-third of the blade left. To have been able to leave this little after the front had grazed the spear of the Great Sun, that was already because the mythological concept was sturdy enough.

In the end, Wei Yuan cut down a tree branch and staggered over like a crutch.

The old man was lying flat on his stomach.

Because his waist was hit, his posture at the moment was quite avant-garde.

Wei Yuan squatted down, checked the old man's condition, and then touched his bones: "No qi, not a Human, but he has bones. It seems like his lumbar vertebrae were knocked out of place. A bit of a slipped disc."

"Hmm, this... seems like it was an old injury to begin with."

"And then I bumped into him again."

"Can't delay any longer..."

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and stood up, carefully laying the old man's body flat.

The mountain god of Buzhou was confused because he found it too embarrassing to have his slipped disc directly hit by a junior's iron head for the second time while he was eating melons, so he had to pretend to be unconscious. But he could still feel that this junior was much better than Gonggong back then.

Although the degree of head-headedness was simply indistinguishable.

But at least this one knew to change the old man's posture.

Huh? Strange, what is he going to do?

Why is he lifting my legs?

Why is he sitting on my back?

Huh??

Wait, this posture...

Wei Yuan squatted in a horse stance, then gently sat on the old man's back to borrow strength. He stretched out his arms, enduring the sharp pain from exerting force on his wound, and clamped the old man's legs under his elbows. Then he took two deep breaths—Daoist Bone-Setting Technique, exclusive to the Taiping Dao's Second Celestial Master.

Huh? What kind of physical fitness is this? He can't even pull it?

The Buzhou mountain god, who was pretending to be unconscious, sneered in his heart. He was still one of the Ten Greats.

Who do you think you are?

Wei Yuan frowned. Although using his magic power at this moment would worsen his injuries, he absolutely couldn't leave this old man here unattended. After all, he was the one who caused it. He gritted his teeth, circulated his qi throughout his body, and used one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Arts, the great strength of overturning mountains and seas.

Get up!

He exerted force, pulled, and then twisted hard.

The Buzhou mountain god noticed something similar to his own concept and was shocked. He was just about to open his mouth.

Junior, stop!

"Wait..."

Crack!!!

Click!

Crackling!!!

Three sounds in a row.

Very rhythmic.

"Ah!!!"

The Buzhou mountain god shouted and rolled his eyes. Because he had just woken up and had not activated his mythological concept defense, this time he really passed out from the pain.

Wei Yuan breathed out a sigh. His wound burst open, and blood flowed out. But as mentioned earlier, this old man seemed to have recovered. At least, the overly protruding slipped disc was forcibly straightened back by Wei Yuan using the ancient bone-setting method.

He didn't know how the chronic old injury came about before.

The sound of bones colliding was extremely crisp.

Looking around, it was a wilderness. This mountain was bare and had nothing on it. Wei Yuan didn't even remember how he got here. Could this old man have come here for a walk? And ended up being bumped into by him? Then where was his home? Where was his family?

Da Yi was holding the rear, and he didn't know the situation.

Wei Yuan's mind raced. He knew that he couldn't stay here any longer. In his current state, if another group of divine generals came, he would be finished on the spot. He looked at Chang Xi, the Emperor's consort, over there. The latter seemed unable to withstand Wei Yuan's gaze, frowned, and still opened her eyes.

"There may be pursuers. I want you to come with me."

Chang Xi's beautiful eyebrows raised, with a reserved sneer: "Do you think I would agree?"

Wei Yuan pulled out the broken and melted, but still sharp, Chang'an Sword from his backhand.

Ancient Human Race Civil Official Negotiation Technique - Direct Lineage!

Level - Max.

Taught by - Xing Tian, Chi You, Xuanyuan, and Gonggong.

Chang Xi stared at Wei Yuan's sword, was silent for a moment, and said, "This one needs a carriage."

"Why are there so many troubles?"

Wei Yuan complained, but out of Shenzhou's treatment of prisoners of war, and the need for this amulet, Wei Yuan still chose to cut down wood and make a two-wheeled cart, the kind used on human construction sites to push bricks.

"You actually want This One to sit on this?"

Chang Xi's moon-like eyes widened.

Museum Curator Wei pulled out his sword from the backhand.

A look of angry blush appeared on Chang Xi's fair, cold skin.

Then she lifted her light blue skirt and obediently stood on it. She took out a spiritual material made of stars and sat on it. Wei Yuan found a vine to carry the old man, whom he had hit hard in the back, and tied it to the cart.

"You're going to take him with you?"

"After all, I'm the one who injured him."

Wei Yuan replied.

"Besides, here, it may attract the divine generals from just now."

"He needs to be taken to a safe place and then let him return to his home."

Wei Yuan put his sword on his side, then carried the old man on his back and pushed the cart, his forehead veins bulging. The injuries from I don't know how many divine generals, and the power of that Great Sun God, made him feel as if he was being cut into pieces while a hundred nurses were giving him injections under his fingernails. It hurt so much that he was surprised that he could still move. Then he felt annoyed in his heart.

If only he could contact Zhu Jiuyin here.

He would definitely have a better solution.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, but suddenly understood what Zhulong had said before, about the situation where He might not be around one day.

Some people's charm can attract the heroes and heroines of this era, but this is not enough. If you want to take on everything and illuminate the darkness, then you must have the ability and heart to lose all your companions and still walk on this path.

He suddenly understood Xuanyuan.

Suppressing his thoughts, bearing his injuries, and enduring the severe pain, he left this place.

And the unconscious Buzhou Mountain God, without his knowledge,

Was carried away from his hometown.

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Later generations, when talking about that legendary era, always cannot avoid one brilliant name after another, are the heroes created the era, or the upsurge of the era let the heroes stand out, or both, there is no way to say for sure in detail, but one thing can be sure.

The existence of heroes makes the era more magnificent.

The magnificence of the era makes one name after another shine.

And among these countless legendary names, there is one. He was first known by the creatures of the Great Wilderness, the Four Seas, the Heavens, the Eight Desolations, and the beginning of this name resounding throughout the Great Wilderness and the Three Realms—

It started with the simultaneous kidnapping of Emperor Consort Chang Xi and Buzhou Mountain God.

ps: Today's first update............

Four thousand words.