Yu.

Even after such a long passage of time.

Even though the once boisterous and heroic figure before him now had hair streaked with gray, Wei Yuan still recognized him at a glance. It seemed that King Yu had also sensed who was peering at him.

But in the next instant, there was no time for further divination or to see more information.

The images on the Hetu Luoshu began to shatter again, turning into wisps of heavenly secrets. The divided spirit of the Hetu Luoshu seemed to see something terrifying beyond comprehension, let out a miserable shriek, and then directly separated.

Wei Yuan subconsciously reached out his hand and called out, "Yu!"

The scene before him seemed to turn into a mist of time. King Yu and Qi were walking further and further away, while Wei Yuan himself was once again transformed into the ancient potter from back then, dressed in brown clothes, his black hair tied into a messy ponytail. Seeing the two of them walking away, he subconsciously wanted to step forward and chase after them, but he only took two steps.

A voice came from behind, "Don't go..."

"Stay where you are, Wei Yuan."

Wei Yuan paused.

Zhu Jiuyin?

He recognized the voice and stopped in place. A slender, fair hand pressed on his shoulder. In the midst of the layers of mist, the gray-robed man appeared abruptly. In that moment of daze, Wei Yuan found himself back in the lucid dream.

But the entire lucid dream almost shattered on the spot. The divided spirit of the Hetu Luoshu had once again split from one piece into two, with cracks in between, threatening to undergo direct mitosis into four.

The entire lucid dream, built around his true spirit, was collapsing rapidly. The ground of the lucid dream shattered, the sky dimmed, as if scorched and corroded by flames, eroded by time, turning into dust.

Zhu Jiuyin stood behind Wei Yuan, his hand pressing on his shoulder.

Only now did Wei Yuan realize that he had subconsciously stood up and walked towards the rift, and was one step away from falling from the crack in the lucid dream. If the true spirit fell from the dream of the true spirit rift, it could directly lead to disorientation, fainting, serious injury, or demonic possession.

Wei Yuan immediately broke out in a cold sweat. "This, this is..."

"It's Di Jun."

Zhu Jiuyin withdrew his right hand and said, "Be careful."

"Di Jun noticed?"

"No, it's just that Di Jun has arrived at the place where Yu is now."

The gray-robed man's voice was calm. "Di Jun is not good at divination and calculation of heavenly secrets, but he is extremely good at defense and attack. If he had really noticed that you were deducing him..." Zhu Jiuyin paused, his tone without a trace of humor, "Then he would have already appeared here."

"This lucid dream would belong to him."

"You and the Hetu Luoshu were just passively drawn into Di Jun's Star Array Technique."

"And were backlashed by the aftershock."

Backlashed by the aftershock?!

Just the aftershock almost caused his three souls to become disoriented, and caused the Hetu Luoshu to automatically split to share the damage?!

Wei Yuan's heart surged. "...He, is he that strong?"

Zhu Jiuyin's tone was slightly mocking, and he asked, "You can already see that the relationship between the three gods of Kunlun is not as harmonious as you thought. So, since the relationship between the three gods of Kunlun is not that good, why have they maintained a superficial alliance and cooperation for thousands, even nearly ten thousand years?"

Because of external forces...

Wei Yuan naturally came to this conclusion.

Because if they don't join hands, there is only the pressure of external forces like destruction.

The Kunlun God System is slightly stronger than the Great Wilderness, but the Kunlun has three god-lords, while the Great Wilderness only has Di Jun.

Comparing it this way, Di Jun's combat power is definitely stronger than any of those three individually.

The gray-robed man said lightly, "Consider it a lesson for you. If Di Jun had noticed and come here personally, even I could only take you to the Nine Netherworlds. Protecting your life would be the limit, and you would lose the qualification to participate in the game."

The gray-robed man's tone was playful, and said, "However."

"If you are willing to give up the many ties of the human world, stay away from the human world, and become a cook in my Nine Netherworlds, I would be happy to see it happen. How about it? Even if Di Jun and Kai Ming personally arrive, I can protect a mere cook like you."

Wei Yuan subconsciously thought of the kitchen that looked like a prison that Zhu Jiuyin had built in the Nine Netherworlds when he first saw Zhu Jiuyin in this life, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"In that case, please allow me to decline."

The thing I, Curator Wei, like to do most in this life is to say no to self-righteous gods.

Zhu Jiuyin chuckled, then his tone turned calm:

"As for his strength."

"Among the Ten Greats of ancient times, the gods each have their own strengths, but no matter how they are ranked, Di Jun is always in the top three."

"Top three? Who are the first and second..."

"He is the first."

Zhu Jiuyin casually said, "The clash of beings at that level cannot be divided into first, second, or third. Those three are tied. You can think that even the ten peaks that transcend all things are still subtly divided into tiers."

"Among them, Di Jun is universally recognized as the first tier by any camp."

"The Emperor of the Gods, the strongest of the Gods. As for Nuwa's comprehensive strength, she is in fourth place."

"But Fuxi is definitely in the first tier."

"The reason why Di Jun did not annex the Three Realms and Eight Desolations back then was because of Fuxi's existence."

Wei Yuan asked, "Fuxi, is he stronger than Di Jun?"

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, "No, not necessarily... because they have never fought each other alone, but Fuxi and Nuwa working together were undoubtedly the strongest in the ancient era... Even Di Jun, who controlled the stars and was involved in time and fate, could only be second to them."

"In other words."

Zhu Jiuyin stared deeply at Wei Yuan, "There exists an enemy that cannot be defeated even if everyone knows the mythical concept, such as Chi You, who required the joint efforts of Xuanyuan, Feng Hou, Li Mu, Geng Chen, Shennong, Xing Tian, Nvba, and Xuan Nu, a group of first-class masters from the Age of Gods, to kill. Di Jun is the same."

"According to the currently known information."

"Only Fuxi and Nuwa in their prime, working together."

"Can suppress Di Jun."

The gray-robed man's tone was calm and complex, "So, regarding Yu's single-handedly fighting Di Jun alone above the Great Wilderness, traversing 30,000 *li* before dying in battle, I feel both mockery in my heart, thinking how ridiculously overestimating himself he was, and admiration, that he actually..."

"To fight Di Jun to the point of running 30,000 *li* before dying, even Xuanyuan may not be able to do it."

"What's more, Si Wenming was injured by the backlash of heavenly secrets back then?"

Zhu Jiuyin sighed, "However, I can also understand him. After all, back then, it was less about fighting for 30,000 *li*, and more about King Yu taking Di Jun away from the human cities for 30,000 *li*. At the time, the direction of their battle was directly away from the human world."

Away from the human world...

Wei Yuan was in a daze, as if he saw his friend recklessly fighting Di Jun head-on.

Finally, after successfully drawing him away from the human world, he died calmly in battle.

"In other words... that was the true spirit?"

"It was the true spirit, or even a remnant spirit."

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, his heart surging. The excitement and the urge to run to Yu were gradually suppressed. After a long time, he opened his eyes and asked, "Where is Yu?" Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. Da Yi thought for a moment and said, "It's Tian Di Mountain (Heavenly Emperor Mountain)."

"Tian Di Mountain?"

"Yeah."

Da Yi nodded and explained, "Back then, Di Jun gave me my war bow there. According to legend, Tian Di Mountain is a concept opposite to Kunlun Mountain. Kunlun Mountain has the concept of different worlds existing simultaneously, while Tian Di Mountain does not have a fixed time and space concept."

"You can think of it as a special existence that wanders in the dark side of Kunlun, the Great Wilderness, and the Three Realms."

"If Kunlun represents the coexistence of ten directions, then Tian Di Mountain is outside the ten directions."

"Neither living nor dead, without past or future."

"Unseen, unthinkable, unreachable."

"It can only be reached by special methods."

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, "Can't go..."

Da Yi shook his head and said, "With our current strength, even if we get close, we can't reach Tian Di Mountain. Although I know the general direction, I can't enter it either. I can only approach that mountain at a fixed time."

Da Yi gestured and said, "It's like, Tian Di Mountain will intersect with the normal world of the Three Realms and the Great Wilderness at a fixed time, and at that time, standing on the edge of the Great Wilderness, you can see Tian Di Mountain, but you can't reach it, just like a mirage."

Da Yi noticed Wei Yuan's thoughts and smiled, "You want to go?"

"I have to go."

Wei Yuan replied.

After a moment of silence, Wei Yuan's brain became clearer, excluding all interfering information. He followed the true thoughts in his heart and said, "If you have that arrow from Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth, how much strength can you exert, Da Yi?"

The shy young man's eyes curved up, his smile becoming more gentle, and then he quietly and softly uttered two words:

"Peak."

"Okay, I'll help you bring it back. Zaochi… leave it to me."

Wei Yuan breathed out and said, "Let's treat it as the answer sheet we hand in. I, we, will use the current methods of the human race to defeat that god's general. Then I'll leave it to you, Da Yi, at least, at least please take me to the entrance of Tian Di Mountain."

Wei Yuan held the sword and said, "Let's train in the dream these few days on how to deal with Zaochi."

He paused for a moment and suddenly said, "By the way, I'm still a little curious. Among the Ten Greats of ancient times, if there's no strongest, then who is the weakest..."

"Oh, it's Buzhou Mountain God."

"It's Buzhou Mountain."

"Buzhou Mountain God."

"Old Mountain Ancestor."

This answer was said directly in unison.

"The shame of the ancient peak powerhouses."

"Although the one who knocked him down also belonged to the peak powerhouses, but..."

Shennong氏 considered his words and said, "His way of losing was a bit too artistic."

"Being defeated by another peak powerhouse, or falling into a trap, we would just feel sorry and think that those who set the trap were too shameless. As the long river of time flows, countless legends appear and disappear, and perhaps after a thousand years, everyone will gradually forget him."

"But because this way of dying is too avant-garde."

A god who could carry the pillars of heaven and cross the Three Realms to reach the edge of the Sea of ​​Worlds, a god who could carry mountains beyond the sea!

He was actually killed by a junior hitting him in the back while he was eating melons.

Before that day, when everyone mentioned him, it was still, Great, he carries the pillars of heaven to cross the four seas!

After that day, it was a model of eating melons and becoming melons, the king of melons!

It's really tragic...

Wei Yuan helplessly complained—being remembered for thousands of years because of the artistic way of dying is absolutely amazing.

He came out of the lucid dream, his forehead still feeling throbbing pains. Riding the *bo* dragon, he looked back and saw that the 30,000 vanguard army had begun to retreat. The sky in the Great Wilderness was very low, and the twelve lunar stars existed at the same time in the sky, which was a magnificent spectacle different from the human world.

Turning around and driving the *bo* dragon, he returned to the human world and went straight to Longhu Mountain.

……………………

On Longhu Mountain.

Zhao Gongming, who had at least twelve Taoist divine positions on his body, who was both a door god, a Dharma protector, a thunder god, a martial god, and incidentally a plague god who drove away plagues, a wind and rain god, even a rice god who helped with farming, and Zhao Gongming, a martial god of wealth, sat on the tallest tree on Longhu Mountain after washing up and started his monotonous life that had lasted for thousands of years.

*Zhao Gongming's Longhu Mountain Observation Log, New Version*—

Feng Siyu's daily routine—finding food, eating, finding food, eating.

Three sacrifices to Zhurong氏 a day.

It seems like he's planning to start the fourth time recently.

Strange, this little girl eats so much, why doesn't she get fat?

A pilgrim asked her, and she actually said it was the blessing of the gods. That pilgrim obviously didn't believe it.

However, this excuse matches Longhu Mountain quite well.

So Feng Siyu also tells lies.

A Xuan's daily routine—doing morning exercises, cultivating, doing homework for Feng Siyu, making food for Feng Siyu.

Feeding Feng Siyu.

Playing the *qin* for Feng Siyu.

Recently, he has started to lure Feng Siyu to cultivate and attend classes properly with snacks.

The effect is excellent.

Yesterday, when playing the *qin*, Feng Siyu fell asleep with his thighs as a pillow, and he remained in the original position for a full three hours, his face flushed. Afterwards, his energy channels were not smooth, and he walked with a limp. His junior brother, who had returned from the foot of the mountain, suspected that he had hemorrhoids.

Three tubes of Mayinglong were received that night.

Note: Feng Siyu thought it was delicious and almost stole it.

Nvba—Big shot, bad temper, never mind, it's better not to observe.

For some reason, Comrade Zhao Gongming has an extremely strong psychological shadow of guys who are strong and have bad tempers. Turning over a page, he recorded the Old Celestial Master as follows—

After losing three hundred ranked matches in a row, he was officially considered to be deliberately causing trouble.

Banned for ninety-nine years.

Zhang Ruosu pondered, Zhang Ruosu decided to continue playing after the ninety-nine-year ban was lifted.

Change the game.

Met four newbie groups.

Decided to go looting.

Was shaved bald.

Lost all night.

He frantically spouted trash talk, saying that these four guys were all non-mainstream, using names like Guan Yunchang and Lord Wuan. When he has the opportunity to meet these two in person, he must mention it and laugh at these guys with them.

Lake Fairy—Trying to stalk Zhang Ruosu, poisoning the Celestial Master with Western Immortal Spring and Rejuvenation Spring.

Failed for the seventeenth time.

Preparing for the eighteenth time. Currently, he plans to use Immortal Spring to make beef noodles and Rejuvenation Spring to make brown sugar glutinous rice cakes.

Another note: Feng Siyu plans to steal Immortal Spring specialties.

Another note 2: Little A Xuan is trying to prevent Feng Siyu from stealing Immortal Spring.

Another note 3: Lin Ling'er is wondering if Immortal Spring can restore the little living corpse to normal and form an offensive and defensive alliance with Feng Siyu.

Today's mood: This melon-eating is really a beautiful thing.

Today's last sentence—

I saw Curator Wei go up the mountain.

It seems that the Celestial Master's trouble is coming again.

Happy, haha (ಡwಡ)hiahiahia.

And, after a long time, another handwriting added a line of text below.

This text is completely different from Zhao Gongming's.

Recorded in a strange tone:

"When we heard the sound and rushed over, we only saw this diary..."

ps: Today's second update... 4,200 words.