"Moonlight and jade dew, dispelling disaster and misfortune, granting long life and peace, truly wonderful things."

"Oh, ho! This is the best of the best!"

"The moonlight of the Gengshen night, the purest of which is called Dilujiang (Emperor's Fluid)."

"Its shape resembles countless olives, with myriad golden threads, strung together and hanging down to the mortal realm. When grass and trees receive its essence, they can transform into demons. Tsk, tsk, wonderful things, wonderful things!"

In the Great Wilderness Heaven Realm, a place where the convergence of thunder and fire is rarely seen in the myriad worlds, the white-haired Buzhou Mountain God repeatedly sighed in admiration. Then, without any politeness, he pinched open Wei Yuan's jaw and stuffed these treasures of the Taiyin lineage directly into Wei Yuan's mouth.

With a backhand, he thrust his palm directly against Wei Yuan's chin with a 'ka' sound.

Wei Yuan's vitality was forcibly controlled by him. With this push, his head lifted, and he instinctively gulped down all of these things. The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by utensils made of jade, which were particularly dazzling in the light of thunder and fire.

The most yin and pure in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

At this moment, Wei Yuan, who was only a step away from death, underwent a transformation.

His skin became more delicate, and even his hair turned into a pure, snow-white color. His palms were fair, almost like ice and snow. The Buzhou Mountain God stroked his beard and couldn't help but sigh, "White, so white. He wasn't this white even after being dead for eighteen days. This Taiyin pure thing of yours is truly powerful."

Chang Xi glared at him.

The Buzhou Mountain God, who wasn't very good at talking but extremely liked to watch the fun, chuckled twice, patted his butt, and stood up. Chang Xi said, "Didn't you just say that these elixirs are useless to him?"

"That was then, this is now."

Why not take advantage of a good deal?

The Buzhou Mountain God slandered in his heart and said, "Now, they are somewhat useful."

Chang Xi was puzzled and turned to look at Wei Yuan, who was surrounded by the purest Taiyin aura, and said:

"Are you going to impart your mythical concept to him?"

"Huh? Mythical concept? When did this old man say such a thing?"

The Buzhou Mountain God looked blank and said, "Besides, this thing can't be passed on. Unless this kid can surpass me in the same field, otherwise, hehe, even if he cultivates for another five thousand or ten thousand years, it will be in vain."

"This thing, you cultivate, and others cultivate too. It's not like he's the only one who's growing."

"Then what did you just say..." Chang Xi hesitated.

The Buzhou Mountain God said, "I was talking about a method, just a method. This kid is somewhat to my liking. I also owe him for what he did earlier. Besides, this kid has learned so much. The Qi in his body is extremely mixed. In the early stages, different methods can complement each other."

"But in the later stages, it's like having elite soldiers and strong generals but no commander. No one obeys anyone, and they end up fighting among themselves."

"If this problem isn't solved, this kid could cultivate for another eight hundred years."

"His strength will be about the same as it is now, and he won't be able to improve any further."

"As a mortal without any bloodline, he has reached this point step by step, and he has also merged with the Mountain God's body. This old man doesn't know how much suffering this kid has endured, or how many times he has been as fearless as he was just now?"

The Buzhou Mountain God sighed and then added, "But it is precisely this willpower."

"That has given him this sliver of hope."

He bent down and picked up the kid, just like Wei Yuan had picked him up in the courtyard of the city, and walked step by step towards the place where the thunder and fire were still rumbling and colliding. Chang Xi puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? Throw this kid down."

The Buzhou Mountain God said, "His whole body is covered in hidden injuries. He can practice this old man's technique, plus this is the only place with thunder and fire in the world, and he has a stomach full of Taiyin purity. Perhaps this kid still has a chance to come back to life..." The Buzhou Mountain God looked at Wei Yuan, who was covered in hidden injuries, and said:

"As for this body of skill, the methods of various schools and factions."

He paused and said, "Just abolish them all directly!"

"Abolish them?!" Chang Xi was stunned and then annoyed, "You're crazy!"

"Of course not, no destruction, no construction."

The Buzhou Mountain God carried Wei Yuan and said, "Whether he lives or dies, it depends on this move."

"If he lives, everything will be fine. If he doesn't live, even the corpse doesn't need to be buried."

"He'll be burned on the spot."

"If he doesn't make it through, this old man will risk violating his oath to take revenge. What, the strife of the human race? Bullshit, open your eyes and see clearly, this is clearly a good seedling from my Mountain God lineage that only appears once every thousand years. This young man has been ruined like this. It's only natural and justified for me to do this!"

"If he can succeed..."

At this moment, a trace of Wei Yuan's vitality was locked in his body, faintly feigning death, but even in his feigned death, he actually began to mutter to himself, sometimes the Taiping Essentials of the Daoist sect, the admonitions of the Three Caves, Four Supplements, and Seven Departments of the Jade Pivot, sometimes the Confucian doctrines of the pre-Qin period, grand and upright, and somehow a few words that Xuanzang had casually said on his journey to the West.

It was as if he had to leave his inheritance behind before he completely dissipated after these thousands of years of lonely and stubborn journey, just like the old friends of the past. The old man directly slapped his forehead, and his divine power vibrated, causing Wei Yuan's instincts to stagnate, and he shouted:

"What time is it, and you're still wasting this energy? Are you looking for death?"

"To hell with the various schools and factions."

"Since there are three schools, then let the three religions be united, and use the divine to control them."

"Remember, if you hold up the sky and support the earth, then the whole world can enter my eyes."

"Carry mountains across the sea, and travel through the six voids!"

"Go down, fox cub!"

The old man shook his wrist, stepped forward with his right foot, and threw Wei Yuan out fiercely.

This old man is definitely not retaliating against this kid for picking up this old man like he was picking up a melon.

Yes, definitely not.

The purest Taiyin Qi in Wei Yuan's body was directly stimulated by this palm, and the moonlight flowed. Then, he was thrown by the Buzhou Mountain God into the core of the most yang and rigid place of thunder and fire, and it was the most yang and rigid place in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations. With a bang, he fell, and the spiritual energy tide soared into the sky, but it was forcibly suppressed by the Buzhou Mountain God.

A thrilling spiritual energy tide erupted, frantically converging under the stimulation of the Taiyin Qi, and then yin and yang intertwined with each other. In this process, Wei Yuan's body was constantly re-polished and refined, and the hidden injuries in his body, as well as the direct teachings of the three religions, were all crushed.

The burst of spiritual light was the foundation enough to be called a first-class young generation of the gods.

It also represents the complete dissipation of this foundation.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking this place of extraordinary spiritual energy.

In his eyes, there was no more playfulness or smile, and he stared intently at the rumbling thunder, ready to save him at any time—was he just barely surviving, or was he breaking through the past and embarking on a new, longer path?

The old man murmured: "Seek life from death, cut off the future."

"Thunder and fire temper the golden body, plant heavenly lotus in the fire."

"Whether you can walk out of your own path depends on this move. Relying on human will, how far can you go... Little guy, you have to show me in person."

……………………

Gu

"Cola, cola!"

"Vodka!"

Inside the Zhenyao Museum, it was steaming hot. In the mandarin duck pot, the white and red soups were tumbling. This was the eternal nightmare of the seventy-two demon gods of hell, but now, in the weekly hotpot gathering at the museum, the Water Ghost and the Painter were arguing about what to drink.

The Water Ghost was holding a 2.5-liter bottle of black happy water and roared, "Heretic!"

"You're the heretic!"

The delicate Painter girl slammed the table and shouted, "Nonsense!"

"Vodka is the real MVP!" (yyds - slang for "forever the best")

Although she looked thin and small, her passion for defending her love was beyond doubt.

The Painter girl, who was only 1.6 meters tall, had an aura of 2.8 meters!

The atmosphere between the two was almost burning, and neither of them would give in.

The short-haired, energetic girl, Qin Yuan, weakly suggested, "Actually, mead is not bad either..."

The Water Ghost and the Painter, who had stood up, turned their heads and glared at the energetic capitalist girl at the same time:

"Shut up!"

Qin Yuan shrank her head, cute, weak, helpless, and easy to bully, but she was a capitalist.

"Oh, oh..."

With two big bags of tears in her heart, she bit her straw fiercely.

Wait, you just wait!

When I grow up, I will definitely make the mead bigger and stronger, and create more brilliance!

I'll directly put my mead on the billboards in the city center!

Then, you will all have to drink mead!

Say, thank you Qin Yuan!

Completely unaware of the calculations in the heart of a seemingly soft capitalist seedling, the Water Ghost and the Painter were still arguing angrily. The Water Ghost was furious: "Nonsense, go ask on the street, who drinks happy water with hotpot, and who drinks vodka?!"

The Painter refused to be outdone, glared at him, and shouted loudly: "Russians!"

"Ah, this..."

Even the Water Ghost was momentarily refuted, and he hesitated for a moment before continuing to roar: "But."

"We're not Russians!"

While these two guys were arguing with each other, the others had already dropped their chopsticks and were rapidly picking up slices of meat and putting them in their mouths. Even the two little paper dolls were holding a branch of the Soul-Nourishing Wood and sucking on it wildly, just like kittens who had sniffed catnip, staggering around drunkenly.

While Wei Yuan was away, the human world was still peaceful. There were still voices coming from the old street, and in the more prosperous urban areas in the distance, the lights were shining, bustling with activity, the smell of food and smoke, which was the human world.

While everyone was starting to fight over the hotpot.

The young Marquis Wu, who had eaten brown sugar rice cakes to his heart's content, took a sip of refreshing lemonade, but suddenly paused slightly, subconsciously turned his head to look, and the Heavenly Maiden over there, who was originally happily eating, suddenly stopped moving. Jue opened her mouth, and for some reason, a pain that could not be described in words appeared.

On her wrist, a plant of flowers and leaves grew out.

The Undying Flower, with its roots in time, grows leaves according to the seasons, and then bears its flowers. Of course, it is not so easy to pick it. The flower is on the other side, and the branches and leaves are here. As the flowers bloom and wither, the branches and leaves follow, silently. The branches and leaves of this remnant shadow of the Undying Flower slowly shattered and disappeared.

The Heavenly Maiden Jue opened her mouth.

Qin Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Jue, are you crying?"

Since she met the Heavenly Maiden, this was the first time she had seen a teardrop sliding down from the corner of her left eye.

Jue subconsciously wiped the corner of her eye, looked at her friends who were concerned about her: "I, I don't know what's wrong, it's nothing..." A scene of Wei Yuan committing suicide that she had once seen in the Hetu Luoshu flashed before her eyes, and her voice paused.

No one would pay attention to this fleeting thought, but it was very strange. The Heavenly Maiden, who was not good at celestial secrets, almost instantly grasped this fleeting inspiration in this moment of a whim. Her face slightly condensed, and she suddenly raised her head and said, "Yuan, something has happened!"

??!/

The playing crowd stopped moving.

The Zhenyao Museum suddenly became quiet and dead.

The young strategist took a deep look at the Heavenly Maiden, put down his chopsticks, got up and said, "Liang is full."

With a backhand, he grabbed Bai Ze's shoulder, lowered his head and smiled, his voice soft:

"Mr. Bai Ze, you're also full, right?"

Bai Ze: "............"

Overtime again?!

Can I say no?

Just when this assertion from the Heavenly Maiden pulled the air pressure in the entire museum to a very low level, everyone's thoughts surged in their hearts. They didn't know where Wei Yuan was, what Wei Yuan had experienced, or what Wei Yuan was facing. In an atmosphere of oppressive silence, footsteps suddenly approached.

It was too coincidental at this time, and for some reason, there was a strange sense of oppression.

"I'll open the door."

Chang Cheng went to open the door, then glanced outside, her expression changed drastically, and she suddenly exclaimed, then retreated, fell to the ground, her face was pale, and everyone subconsciously looked back.

In the snowy world, the black old street stretched far away, with snow flying everywhere. Only a figure walking alone could be seen,

His sleeves and hem were shaking, sharp and cold, with golden eyes and hair as white as frost.

"Wu Zhiqi..."

The gods of the Eight Desolations, the Water Lord who brings disaster to the world.

In the silence, the youth stepped into the door, covered in snow, shook his sleeves and scattered a body of bleakness, and swept his golden eyes:

"That idiot is in trouble..."

"I have come, for this matter."

ps: Today's second update... three thousand six hundred words