Chapter 268 Future

In the future deduced by the Hetu Luoshu.

Jue watched helplessly as that familiar person lost their life force, using their own soul to scatter and become a beacon, guiding the heroic souls of the past. The aura of the Undying Flower spilled out from their heart, transforming into a quietly blooming flower in the void.

The girl subconsciously reached out to grasp the Undying Flower.

The Undying Flower crumbled.

This flower, personally picked by her back then, ultimately scattered like smoke.

Even as her fingers instinctively closed, she couldn't stop the process.

Jue was stunned and lost in thought, feeling not grief, but a void. A rustling sound passed by, as if it were raining between heaven and earth. Not like the bold, torrential downpour of the north, but a gentle, continuous drizzle. The surroundings transformed into the streets of Jiangnan.

'This rain is so heavy, where did it come from?'

'Alas, misery. Hurry, let's go!'

In just a short while, the merchants and pedestrians in the surrounding background faded into a white mist. Raindrops beat against the bluestone bricks, and soon only a tranquil scene remained. The girl was lost in thought, standing there alone, next to a large tree tied with red silk ribbons.

It seemed she was waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone who could never return.

For some reason, the Heavenly Maiden felt a tightness in her chest.

The rain didn't stop, the bluestone floor was washed clean, reflecting the light of the sky and clouds. She didn't know how long had passed before she suddenly stiffened. The rain suddenly stopped, and an oiled paper umbrella appeared over her head, held by a clearly handsome man.

The Heavenly Maiden almost subconsciously spoke, "Dengtu..."

"Your Majesty?!"

"Your Majesty, are you alright?!"

The image flickered, and Jue realized that her palm had unknowingly left the Hetu Luoshu. Beside her was the Taishan Mountain God, his face full of worry. The scene she had just seen seemed to be a result of her momentary loss of focus. Now, the strangely familiar street and rain were rapidly receding from her eyes.

Only a feeling of tightness remained in her chest, like something from the past that had finally been triggered and resurfaced in her mind. It was a bit like the Undying Flower she had just tried to grasp. The more she tried to hold it, the more it slipped through her fingers.

Vaguely, someone seemed to be smiling at her, but she couldn't make out their face.

The Taishan Mountain God said, "Your Majesty, what did you see..."

He hesitated and said, "You seemed..."

Before he could finish, Jue noticed an itchiness on her face. She reached out and touched it, finding traces of tears she hadn't realized she'd shed. She suppressed this instinctive emotional outburst, closed her eyes, and said, "It was nothing. It must have been a false future."

The Taishan Mountain God had originally wanted to say that this was blessed by the formation left behind by the Queen Mother of the West.

This Hetu Luoshu, even if it was false, was infinitely close to the future it represented, which meant it was a reasonable deduction based on the current situation in the human world.

However, seeing the rare, resolute statement from the usually gentle and refined girl, he didn't say a word.

Besides, the future itself was full of immense uncertainty. Perhaps a slight change would guide the future in a different direction. Of course, there were also situations where no matter how hard one tried, they would ultimately slide toward the same future.

That thing was called destiny, and it didn't belong to the future.

The future was uncertain, like light scattering in all directions. But if some being forcefully gathered the futures shooting in all directions and fixed them on the same path, erasing the possibility of other futures, that was called destiny.

In the Taishan Mountain God's view, destiny represented the active erasure of other possibilities.

Just thinking about it made him feel like it was something owed.

If there really was such a god, he'd give Him two slaps upon meeting, and then nuke His face with a five-thousand-meter mountain to show respect. As for weaving destiny, it was like lifting things. Ordinary people's fates were like threads, easier to weave into various patterns.

The Taishan Mountain God's fate was basically a mountain, five thousand meters thick of Divine Era reinforced steel.

You weave that, see if you can?

In the West, in Egypt, there were goddesses who wove destiny.

And their status was extremely high.

Odin had to listen to their advice, and Zeus couldn't erase the future woven by the goddesses of destiny.

China?

Probably had them once.

As for why they were gone now?

They were probably beaten to death by a crowd.

And most likely, it was a rare mixed double-team beating to death by humans and gods.

It wasn't that they were hard to kill, it was that everyone wanted to step on them.

Fate, fate, fate, fate your ass.

Now, only heavenly gods who observe the future remained.

Those who wanted to weave it were all gone, killed off.

Therefore, the Taishan Mountain God was disdainful of this so-called destiny Hetu Luoshu, but also very wary of it. If Jue wasn't there, he would have definitely drawn his broadsword and given it a few whacks to see if it was real or fake.

Jue looked at the stone tablet and remained silent for a long time. Memories flashed through her mind, finally settling on the image of herself being well-protected and the human world lacking high-end combat power. She exhaled and turned to look at the Taishan Mountain God. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly said:

"Taishan, where are the other mountain lords?"

The Taishan Mountain God subconsciously replied:

"They are searching for suitable mountain ranges and for traces of the Queen Mother of the West."

Jue said, "You contact each other every so often, right?"

"I want to join too, to learn more."

"Yes, of course you can." The Taishan Mountain God answered subconsciously, then finally realized the other meaning in those words. He abruptly raised his head, his eyes wide, and said, "This, Your Majesty..."

"With the Queen Mother not here, I will take over the Kunlun affairs."

The girl's voice was gentle and calm.

The Taishan Mountain God was first delighted, then hesitated.

'She is the wind, she shouldn't be confined to one place. How can we keep the wind in one place?' The Queen Mother of the West had once smiled helplessly. The Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman symbolized water, the changes of military strategy, and Ba was fire, walking the human world. The other, earth, was of a stable temperament and stayed in Kunlun.

The wind should roam the human world, free and unrestrained.

Jue responded, "I am also formed from the pure spiritual energy of Kunlun."

"I am a candidate for the next Queen Mother of the West."

"I also want to..."

"Shoulder my own responsibilities."

She thought of the scene in the deduced future where she was still well-protected, while Wei Yuan had died in battle. She thought of the future state of the human world. For some reason, ancient cities and rivers of Jiangnan appeared before her eyes. She heard the sound of horses' hooves treading through the mist, and she unconsciously said as she rode her horse through the prosperity of Jiangnan:

"To be responsible for Kunlun and the human world."

"To protect the human world."

The Taishan Mountain God returned the greeting solemnly. This time, it wasn't because of her status as the Queen Mother, but out of respect for her choice. The wind itself represented freedom.

Regardless, defying one's nature to bear responsibility was a respectable thing, because responsibility inevitably represented pressure and pain, especially since it meant giving up the stability and freedom she had always loved. Neither the melancholic Jue nor the Taishan Mountain God noticed.

In the depths of her originally clear pupils, fragmented specks of ink appeared.

The reversal of water was slaughter, and the burning of the heavens and earth was drought.

An old man riding a blue ox once murmured and sighed, "Reversal is the movement of the Tao."

Then he disappeared again.

The Taishan Mountain God and the girl searched the area again, only finding a jade book that couldn't be deciphered. The Mountain God roared and used his own divinity to communicate with the earth's veins, leaving layers of seals and restrictions in this place to ensure that the traces here were preserved. He said, "Then, where shall we go now?"

Jue put away the jade book and thought for a moment. "There's nothing else here worth further investigation."

"Let's go back first."

"Yes."

The Taishan Mountain God opened the car door, having learned how to drive from somewhere.

He drove steadily and quickly.

But looking back from the rearview mirror, the girl who had been looking forward to the trip was now in a melancholic mood.

It seemed she had something on her mind.

But the Taishan Mountain God felt that if he asked, he would only get the same answer as when he asked if she was angry. The car quietly drove through the human world. The Taishan Mountain God saw a familiar young man outside the window, with a tough temperament and resolute features, pushing a fast-food cart with a hopeless expression.

Behind the young man, a very energetic short-haired girl, less than 1.6 meters tall, was chasing him closely. Her right hand was tightly grabbing the young man's clothes, her body leaning back, and the soles of her brown shoes were scraping against the ground, refusing to let go.

"Make it bigger and stronger!"

"Hey, hey, what's your name?"

"Let's get to know each other!"

The human world was truly strange.

The Taishan Mountain God shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, "Stop the car, Taishan."

"Hm?"

The Taishan Mountain God slammed on the brakes.

The girl, who couldn't recall what she had just seen, couldn't see who was smiling at her in her hazy memories, and was feeling melancholic because of the future deduced by the Hetu Luoshu, suddenly spoke:

"Buy some ingredients for hot pot."

The majesty of the future Kunlun master shattered instantly.

"Heh..."

The Taishan Mountain God's laughter was noticeably lighter. He said, "Yes, ma'am."

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"Are you sure, it's here?"

Bai Ze looked strangely at the Daqin Jingjiao, which was the Western religion that came to China during the Tang Dynasty. He said strangely, "The famous generals of the military strategists of China are here? Seriously, if it doesn't work, you can just bring out Guan Yunchang."

"Although he also belongs to the kind of strategic-level famous general who can command an army."

"He was also very fierce when he charged when he was young. In official history, he returned after beheading an enemy general from an army of ten thousand. Although some people seem to say that Yan Liang heard what Liu Bei said and intended to ask Guan Yu if he was one of them, but he was beheaded before he could react. Those who say this definitely don't know what the scene of charging into battle is like."

"My god, such a burly man, riding a two-meter-tall horse covered in blood."

"Wielding a two-meter-seven-long blade in his hand, swinging it around and chopping your little brothers one row after another as he slaughters his way over, and you still ask him if he's one of you?"

Bai Ze rambled on:

"I'm saying, Wei Yuan, are you sure you're not mistaken? Are you sure it's here? Otherwise, shall we go back?"

"Guan Yunchang is not bad either."

Bai Ze was still a little worried: "I don't know why, but I always feel like I shouldn't go in."

"I always feel like I'll be unlucky."

"It's here, don't worry. Although there's a church next door, he is indeed a famous general of China."

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and replied, "After all, who knows the fate of these things?"

Xiang Hongyu hated Xiang Yu quite a bit. In a sense, it seemed normal for people to think that they were stupid when they were young. No one stipulated that they couldn't hate their past selves. If they felt that they must accept their past selves, they could show off their space literature from ten years ago.

Or, there's no need to go that far. Just make their space browsing history public.

Wei Yuan asked where Xiang Hongyu was and walked over with Bai Ze. Bai Ze withdrew his gaze, pondered for a long time, and suddenly said, "By the way, Potter, doesn't your old street have a Heavenly Maiden? Do you want to let her also try leading her subordinates to the Great Wilderness?"

"She also belongs to the high ranks of the Kunlun lineage and has a great influence on the mountain gods."

"You can borrow her power."

Wei Yuan raised his eyes to look at Bai Ze, rarely not getting angry or annoyed. He said:

"How should I put it?"

"Bai Ze, you haven't been to the human world for a long time. The seniors of the past died for the sake of the children, and I also hold the same idea."

"Perhaps we wield the sword so that the ones we love don't have to face danger, right?"

"Not to win, and send the children to the front lines, and let the ones we love also take risks."

"We can't put the cart before the horse, right?"

The young man's tone was gentle and calm, and the wind blew past the sword on his back.

The sword of the human world roared to defend the freedom of the wind.

In another direction, the girl held the Kunlun jade book in her arms.

The wind gave up freedom so that the sword could always exist.

But they didn't know each other.

Finally, the wind was still blowing, and the sun was shining. Today, the human world was prosperous, as usual. Wei Yuan smiled, reached out and pressed his hand on the door, opened it, and said:

"Xiang Hong..."

Wei Yuan and Bai Ze stopped abruptly.

They saw Yuji in red clothes and black hair leaning over to kiss Xiang Hongyu as he pondered.

Bai Ze: "..."

Yuji: "........."

Xiang Hongyu: "........."

Wei Yuan: "............"

He almost subconsciously shouted, "Get out!"

At this moment.

At that time.

Why was this so familiar?

ps: Today's first update... Three thousand eight hundred words, thanks to Shu Yueer for the ten thousand reward, thank you~

When I was reading a book and thinking about the plot last night, I suddenly thought of a joke and laughed for a long time.

Old Yan: Do you think Old Yan's blade is not sharp enough?

Everyone drew their swords and sneered: Are there only strong people under the heavens, Old Yan? My blade has never been blunt.