撑天之神重 asked Shi Yi again, wearing his construction clothes, single-handedly applying mortar, quickly, well, and evenly. If this level of skill were in Sakura Island before, he would definitely be awarded the title of a Mortar Immortal or something similar.

In a game, this guy would definitely have something like an extreme bonus for any profession requiring strength due to his excessively high Strength attribute. If Strength were categorized, with S being the highest level, then Chi You and Xing Tian's Strength would probably also be S.

But that doesn't mean their Strength is only at this level.

The value displayed for Chong's Strength is simply the maximum allowed by the current version.

At this moment, the great desolate Heaven-Supporting God is working hard for tonight's hot pot. Shi Yi next to him is doing the cooking. As a Heavenly God, he can easily control the heat, meaning that with Shi Yi's power as the God of Time, he can ensure that every dish is cooked perfectly.

The combination of countless perfectly cooked dishes creates a symphony completely different from Wei Yuan's culinary skills, with a very peculiar taste. Hearing Chong's question, he casually replied, "It's for someone."

"For whom?"

Chong asked, puzzled.

Shi Yi replied, "The Ten Intestines of Nüwa, the ten goddesses transformed from Nüwa's thoughts and emotions."

"I met them before and owed them some favors, so I had to retreat previously. Later, Zhaoyang from the Ten Intestines of Nüwa found me, saying they needed Nüwa's clay for creating humans, so I asked you for this portion."

Chong thoughtfully tossed the clay to Shi Yi, "Aren't they related to Nüwa?"

"Being related to Nüwa doesn't mean they possess Nüwa's treasures."

"Nor does it mean they possess Nüwa's foundation."

Shi Yi replied without changing his expression, "They are just emotions born on a certain day of Nüwa."

"Originating from Nüwa, but not really related to Nüwa."

"In a way, they are no different from the humans Nüwa created, except one uses clay for creating humans, and the other uses her emotions from that day. There is no superiority between the two. It's just that being rare makes them call themselves gods, but without the responsibility and duty of gods, it's just a foolish act that makes people laugh."

The Heaven-Supporting God stroked his chin with one hand, looking strangely at Shi Yi:

"I think you'd better not say these words in front of Zhaoyang and the others."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death by them."

Shi Yi calmly and rationally replied, "No, strictly speaking."

"They can't beat me."

"Even though Nüwa cut off the feet of the tortoise to support the four poles, she can't beat me either."

"Let alone them?"

Yes, they can't win, but they can't lose either. Shi Yi, the man who draws even in the Great Wilderness, ranks at the top of the list of opponents that the gods of the Divine Era are most unwilling to face. His personality, power, and fighting style are so simple and flawless that they drive people crazy.

Defense, attack, defense, healing, so precisely cycled for thirteen thousand years.

Chong helplessly said, "Aren't you afraid she'll call her brother over?"

"Fuxi?"

Shi Yi was silent.

Fuxi also can't kill Shi Yi.

High defense, thick health, and fast healing, allowing him to do whatever he wants.

But Fuxi can create a Qian Tian Bagua to kick Shi Yi into a small dark room.

Therefore, everything complements and counteracts each other.

The God of Time retorted unconvincingly, "I can also find His Majesty Dijun."

The Heaven-Supporting God was speechless and could only sigh, holding his forehead. Shi Yi's logic was so airtight that he couldn't refute it. Shi Yi is recognized as the most difficult top-tier god in the Divine Era. Nüwa excels at creation, of course, this is only because the ability of creation is much stronger than her other attribute values, but it does not mean that Nüwa cannot fight.

Other subjects are ninety, but Creation is one hundred.

Of course, you have to say that Nüwa's strongest point is creation.

But generally, gods who encounter Nüwa will be completely rubbed on the ground in all aspects.

For example, Zhu Jiuyin, whose best ability is to support the Nine Netherworlds and shape the concept of the Netherworld.

This guy opens the Nine Netherworlds, which is basically a terrifying change similar to bringing the Netherworld directly to the human world. The power of the sun, moon, and years is just incidental, but this incidental ability can basically rub any of the Twelve Yuan Chen on the ground.

Comparing people can lead to death, and it's about the same for gods.

The scariest thing is that what you are good at is not as good as other people's hobbies.

And Shi Yi, whether in terms of personality, defense, or healing and regeneration, is the most outrageous type.

Nüwa can't win quickly, and it may take two or three years to win.

As the strongest in the northwest corner of the Great Wilderness, Shi Yi's positioning can basically be identified as.

During the chaotic battles in the mountains and seas, the Great Wilderness, the Four Seas, and the human world, he is a terrifying combat force that can exchange one for one with any god in any god system. He may not be able to win, but the opponent can't leave either. He's the kind of freak who can take a bath even if thrown into the sun.

"However, how did you get entangled with Zhaoyang?"

"Zhaoyang represents fire, the beginning of Yang energy, and the harmonious birth of all things. She shouldn't be good at fighting."

"Her destructive power is probably not as good as yours."

Shi Yi's expression froze.

But he continued without changing his expression, "This, I forgot."

"Anyway, I will take this Nüwa's clay for creating humans back to them, but I have some work to do recently. When I finish what I have on hand, I may go back to the Great Wilderness."

A strange color flashed in Chong's eyes, and he laughed and agreed.

Shi Yi said, "However, Chong, you don't seem to work very much?"

The Heaven-Supporting God said, "Of course, I usually work two days and rest three days, or occasionally work two days and rest five days."

"So lazy?"

Chong took it for granted, "I'm not buying a house, why work so hard?"

Shi Yi thoughtfully said, "That's true."

"Strange, logically speaking, money is just an intermediate substitute that appeared after human bartering became too troublesome. The core attribute is actually the result of labor. But why can those who don't work at all get the most results of labor?"

"Strange human rules."

"Maybe I should really consider hanging one on a lamppost."

As for Nüwa's clay for creating humans...

Shi Yi frowned, and a girl in white, protected by the Ten Gods of Nüwa, appeared in his mind.

Is it for her?

Then who is her true form? Does she need this thing to improve her foundation?

And... Longhu Mountain.

Yesterday, the brilliant sunset clouds over Longhu Mountain stretched for thousands of miles.

The vast flames, with an aura that seemed to domineeringly burn the world, were beautiful, but only top-tier beings like Shi Yi, or monks whose strength has grown so powerful that they connect with the human world, can feel the magnificence and boundless crisis within that brilliant beauty.

"Tiannu Ba? Is she on Longhu Mountain?"

"Is she angry?"

"Is it Geng Chen, or a woman or man who hooked up with Geng Chen? Or a non-male, non-female thing?"

Shi Yi's notebook records the following:

1. "Das Kapital" and "Collected Works of Marx" have been read, preparing to implement hanging on lampposts.

Note 1: Practice is the only standard for testing truth.

2. Get the debt owed to Zhaoyang and pay it back at any time.

3. A certain factor that can enrage Tiannu Ba is suspected to be on Longhu Mountain.

4. Cabbage prices at the West Vegetable Market are thirteen cents cheaper than those on the left.

5. Aunt Wang next door seems to be planning to change her square dance partner. Uncle Li and Uncle Zhao are competing for her favor and decided to have a dance battle...

*Pa.*

The God of Time's notebook closed.

Nothing can escape the passage of time.

He thought.

Whether it is the gods, or the changes of all things, or even trivial little things.

Everything can be extracted and recorded in a book.

The human kingdom is built up, and then collapses like sand.

Only time, time remains unchanged.

In the eyes of the man with sharp features and a calm temperament, it was as if he could see the rotation of the sun and the moon.

See the changes of all things.

"Boss, a box lunch."

"Okay, ten yuan."

He replied, and then casually put down the notebook in his hand.

Then he started to seriously cook.

……………………

Outside the museum.

Auntie, a neighbor in the old street who was planning to go out to buy groceries, saw the returning museum owner and chatted for a while. This young man is still so talkative, she thought with emotion. This old street is changing with each passing day. Look, another group of people has come, not knowing what they are repairing. It is estimated that new neighbors will be moving in again.

Well, this place is getting more and more lively.

She walked back with light and happy steps, thinking in her heart.

Heh, I heard the surname seems to be Bai.

Bai, this surname is quite rare. Could it be a relative of Doctor Bai?

Speaking of which, Doctor Bai's sister, who had been abroad, has also returned.

And that girl surnamed Chen.

These two beautiful little girls, and the old Bai who is said to be newly arrived.

They are also the kind of people with good tempers, who don't fight with others, and have easygoing personalities.

Our old street is becoming more and more popular. There are more and more people in this place, and the atmosphere is harmonious and peaceful. The neighbors are all polite, easy to talk to, and have good personalities.

These days are becoming more and more peaceful.

Wei Yuan said goodbye to the happy neighbor auntie, and sincerely wished that she would not know who her neighbors were. If there had to be a time limit, it would be best if it were ten thousand years. Otherwise, the killer god Bai Qi lives next door, the doctor in front is Bai Suzhen, and her younger sister is Xiaoqing, who transformed into a dragon.

The flower shop next door is full of poppies, and they might even bring back the overlord of Western Chu.

Anyone's heart would not be able to take it.

Would it not be the case that rapid-acting heart-saving pills will become a commonly used medicine in the old street?

He ridiculed himself in his heart, carrying a bag of fish back. Of course, according to common sense, wouldn't he bring something back from a trip abroad? But, it was only in this place next door that Wei Yuan really didn't know what to bring back.

He saw Jue in the museum too.

During the time that Wei Yuan was away, the girl stayed here to watch the store for him.

Although, there is really nothing to see in this museum.

Wei Yuan greeted her and smiled, "Jue, thank you for your hard work."

"By the way, where is Mother Vodka?"

Wei Yuan thought of Wuzhiqi, who had drunk fake alcohol, and veins bulged on his forehead, his smile kind and gentle.

The only one who could add ingredients of that level to that monkey was Mother Vodka. He turned his head and saw the newly added second-floor attic in the museum shrinking tightly. On it was pasted a simple painting, a picture of a girl reaching out and knocking on her head, sticking out her tongue in a funny way, almost adding an 'ehehe' to it.

'Deadlines, have received the four-piece set of blade maintenance from readers.'

'Do not disturb.'

'If you have something, go to Zuo Zhuan next door to find the water ghost, he's very free.'

Below was written a second line.

'Especially Curator Wei, don't kick the door'

'I am at least a... a female ghost, and this door is your own.'

'Don't be ungrateful, or I'll kneel down and beg you (╥w╥`)嘤嘤嘤 <(__)>'

Saying the most ruthless words in the most cowardly tone, Wei Yuan rolled his eyes, only feeling that everyone in his museum was something else. He sighed, put the vegetables in the refrigerator, looking relaxed, without the slightest bit of change, but the girl on the sofa looked at him thoughtfully:

"Yuan..."

"What's wrong?"

Wei Yuan paused, "Me? I'm fine..."

When he turned his head, his face was as always smiling.

But the girl said softly, "Are you very tired?"

The smile on Wei Yuan's face couldn't hold back a little.

The emotions surging in his heart almost drowned him. At the same time, he bid farewell to two friends, and they would never see each other again. No one could resist it, but this stubborn guy, like so many others in China, always hid many things in his heart, refusing to open his mouth and say them.

But at this time, regardless of men and women, no matter how severe the wind and frost, they could ignore it.

But it was easy to have their defense layer directly pierced by a caring word from some people.

Jue stood up, put on her cotton slippers, and walked to the flower shop opposite.

Then she brought back a pot of poppy flowers.

Although it was midwinter, the flowers were still blooming under the influence of immortal techniques. The celestial maiden nodded with a smile, "Do you remember, when we first met in this life, I gave you a massage on your forehead with poppy flowers to relax your mind."

"At that time, we hadn't gone to Qingqiu Country yet."

The celestial maiden did not directly ask Wei Yuan what he had experienced. She smiled and said:

"Shall I try it for you again?"

"Okay."

Wei Yuan controlled his emotions and then went to find a pillow.

The girl was wearing home pajamas and trousers, furry, with a wide sweater of dark red with white knitted patterns on her upper body. Her hair was fixed with a white hairpin, and then she threw away the pillow that Wei Yuan had found, looked straight ahead, and gently patted her thigh with her palm.

"This time, pillow here..."

She tried her best to stabilize her emotions and said the 1.0 version of the special assassination move for Curator Wei, passed down by Mother Vodka.

Of course, the girl's fair face was flushed, and her ears were so red that they were about to burn.

Wei Yuan's movements froze.

In this silence.

The atmosphere in the museum suddenly became more ambiguous than ever before.

ps: Today's second update... Thank you for the ten thousand reward, thank you~