Chapter 70 The Choice

Almost at the instant the old man of Buzhou Mountain spoke, Wei Yuan slapped his right hand down, directly pulling the Chang'an sword from beneath the snack cart's counter. Even though it had undergone the Great Sun concept's meltdown, resulting in the Chang'an sword being reduced to a broken, half-blade, its edge had been tempered.

He casually held it horizontally, directly blocking the majestic power.

A series of powerful energies converged and intertwined, causing the remaining injuries on Wei Yuan's shoulders to rupture, scattering blood. However, the spilled blood strangely stopped in mid-air.

The authority of time.

The Twelve Yuanchen?

Wei Yuan's thoughts raced. He roared, and the Chang'an sword in his palm hummed, its sword energy sharp and cold, soaring into the sky. The sword technique that could reach the divine realm instantly traded injury for injury, forcing back the three Yuanchen deities who had attacked him simultaneously, splattering blood.

Once, he needed Yuanchen to focus all their attention on confronting Gengchen before he could desperately kill them with a single sword strike.

Now, he himself was a formidable enemy who required the Yuanchen deities to join forces to confront him, and even underhanded attacks could not gain the slightest advantage.

Wei Yuan breathed deeply to recover. At this moment, the mana in his body, based on the pre-Qin Qi refining technique and incorporating the characteristics of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, circulated rapidly, his Qi and blood surging. Yet, it was also the breathing technique of the Three Kingdoms era, fused with the Great Qin Black Ice Terrace, instantly meeting attack with attack. A full six Yuanchen joined forces, yet none could get close.

But now, he heard the old man of Buzhou Mountain's voice transmission again:

"Run quickly, fox cub!"

"What are you still doing here?!"

Wei Yuan's thoughts calmed.

Those who came, were only the Twelve Yuanchen?

No, the karmic debt of killing in his battle in the Northwest Celestial Region was too heavy, something that hadn't happened in the Great Wilderness for thousands of years.

Unless they were brain-damaged, everyone would know that relying solely on six Yuanchen, at most, they could form a formation to protect themselves in front of him, but they could never defeat him.

So, would those who managed to find him here be fools?

In the boundless and vast Great Wilderness, they precisely found his location from the maze he had laid out in a short period of time, and even set up a trap in advance. How could those with such insight and judgment be idiots?

Wei Yuan suddenly felt a chill rise in his heart.

Without hesitation, he swayed his body, directly pushing Chang Xi away, and the Chang'an sword slashed out straight.

The pinnacle of the mortal realm, the limit of skill—

Guli (Homeland)!

On the broken Chang'an sword, a real and undeniable fierce sword intent appeared.

There was a feeling of cutting into something solid, and golden blood splattered.

Kunlun Sword Intent · Guli: Simultaneously locks onto a space in front, directly folding the space conceptually, and then a sword cuts through, so it always hits and always breaks.

But almost at the same time, Wei Yuan groaned.

He retreated a few steps, his left hand covering his abdomen, and the blue coarse cloth on his body was quickly stained with blood. A pair of dark eyes locked onto the enemy in front of him. It was a handsome and quiet youth, his eyes closed, his black hair like ink, but with two strands of white at his temples, giving him an extremely fragile feeling.

There were shocking sword marks on his body, but they recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The authority of time.

A body similar to Shi Yi's imperishable form.

"Using a sword to capture the fragments of time ahead, time is the possibility of the future. Among countless points in time, searching for the possibility that is destined to hit, and then turning it into reality. This is my sword technique, and your moves seem to have similarities."

The young man opened his mouth and whispered.

Then he said calmly, "I am..."

"Yeming."

Wei Yuan slowly opened his mouth, "One of the top ten experts in the world, the eldest son of the Houtu Empress."

"The true master of the Twelve Yuanchen."

Wei Yuan gripped his sword in his right hand. The strength of the Great Wilderness lay in the fact that those powerful figures who were famous in ancient times, the deities who once roamed before the Yellow Emperor, still had descendants. This was obvious.

After realizing Wei Yuan's appearance, the Great Wilderness would naturally choose to invite stronger beings.

Yeming.

This was the Lord of Time whose strength could directly fight with King Yu.

In terms of defense, Shi Yi was the strongest, but in terms of time, no one could surpass Yeming in front of him.

Houtu gave birth to Yeming, located in the Western Extremity, to perform the order of the sun, moon, and stars—《Classic of Mountains and Seas》

He was the true spirit enlightened by the Houtu Empress, the original earth created by the Nvwa Empress. In a place like the Great Wilderness, in charge of the order of the sun, moon, and stars, as long as one slightly associated it with the myth concept of Emperor Jun, the identity and status of the young man in front of him were almost slapped onto Wei Yuan's face.

The Vice Ruler of the Great Wilderness, the son of the Ten, the right-hand man of the Heavenly Emperor.

Emperor Jun was in charge of the sun, moon, and stars, and Yeming was the one who helped Him maintain order.

They really think highly of me...

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth.

He was just a small pawn, and even the Deputy Ruler of the Heavenly Emperor had directly killed him from the far west.

Next time, will Emperor Jun come in person?

The injuries penetrated by time could not heal. Wei Yuan directly turned the wounds into a scorched black mess with fierce flames and thunder, forcibly stopping the bleeding. His face was twisted for a moment due to the pain, but the injuries were finally stopped temporarily. He gripped the sword in his right hand, his sword momentum violent.

Yeming said, "Deliberately creating a maze, dividing your secrets and giving them to different fierce beasts to bring to all directions of the Great Wilderness, and then creating the illusion that you have left, while your main body stayed in the most dangerous area, enjoying the peace of the marketplace. A very clever choice."

"But time will leave traces of everything."

The surrounding Twelve Yuanchen were shocked to realize that, facing Yeming's aura, that mortal was actually at the same level, not in terms of strength, but in terms of will and aura, not inferior to the deities who had experienced the years.

The young man, with a surprising sense of fragility, was surprised, and then said:

"You are not my opponent."

"Unless your sword advances two more stages, able to eternally leave traces on time."

His lips opened and closed. Seeing the changes in his lip shape, it seemed that he was about to say the four words "Kunlun Mountain God." Suddenly, the white-haired old man, who was tied up by a Yuanchen next to him, somehow broke free from the ropes of time.

Then, he directly used his butt to give the unprepared Yuanchen a big hip check.

"I..."

The bull-headed Yuanchen, who was staring at Wei Yuan with full vigilance, hadn't even uttered a classic curse of the Great Wilderness when he was directly sent flying, crashing into the garbage pile in the corner in a daze. The old man, who looked quite tall, stepped on the ground with his hemp shoes, and then biu, like a spring, directly darted out.

He opened his arms and directly hugged the handsome young man. No one noticed that the old man's speed at this moment was so fast that even Yeming, who controlled the power of time, did not react in time and was already trapped. Then he shouted:

"Fox cub, run, run quickly!"

"Take this opportunity, you run, run quickly!"

The old man shouted tragically.

Wei Yuan bit his teeth, turned around and grabbed Chang Xi's wrist, taking the imperial concubine directly with him, turned and left. Those Yuanchen were worried about the safety of their master, and hesitated subconsciously, and could no longer catch up. They had to turn back and look at Yeming.

The divine generals outside naturally couldn't catch up with that human race.

The young man still had his eyes closed, the white hair at his temples slightly raised, his tone calm, and he said softly:

"What kind of joke are you playing again?"

"Hehe, did the little guy recognize the old man?"

The Buzhou Mountain God smiled.

Yeming nodded gently with his eyes closed and said, "Back then, Niang... Niangniang once took me to travel through the six voids. When I was young, I also received pointers from the old gentleman. I just didn't expect that you, as the pillar of heaven and earth, in a neutral position, would actually participate in the struggle between the Great Wilderness and the human world?"

"It's not really participating in the struggle."

The Buzhou Mountain God scratched his head and explained the general grievances in a few words, and said freely: "Although I was bumped into by that kid, he also took good care of me. I ate a lot of his food these days, so I blocked you once at the end, which can be regarded as settling the favor and not harming neutrality."

This melon is about to explode on his head.

The Buzhou Mountain God's calculation in his heart was crackling. Yeming, the strongest in the previous era, had appeared. He was afraid that he would eat himself in if he continued to eat melons. Taking this opportunity, he would end the karma and leave when he should. He had eaten enough melons and kept himself safe. It was the best choice.

The closed-eyed young man was helpless, perceiving that the Buzhou Mountain God was refusing to let go, simply acting shamelessly, and sighed:

"So that's how it is. Then, in the name of the old gentleman, Yeming will let him go this..."

The sound hadn't fallen yet.

The violent sound of the sword almost resembled the collapse of the sky.

When the two of them were whispering, they avoided the surrounding Yuanchen, but they just forgot one thing. Perhaps it was the slight self-respect in the hearts of the gods. They ignored that there was still one person who might not agree to the things they were talking about.

The Twelve Yuanchen suddenly turned their heads. The Buzhou Mountain God was stunned. The courtyard in front was shattered by the sword energy. The Great Tang wanderer, whose injuries were forcibly tied with hemp ropes and holding a sword in his right hand, directly broke through the blockade in front. After briefly settling Chang Xi, he forcibly killed his way back.

A grudge for a sword may not be repaid.

However, the kindness of a meal must be repaid.

Several divine generals in front retreated and coughed blood. The swordsman in linen clothes stepped forward.

The rain fell, scattering along the sword's edge, and the sleeves shook away the rain like mist.

It was an extremely dynamic scene.

The Emperor of Great Qin once whispered: 'A Yuan is sometimes very smart, but sometimes, he is too naive...'

The sword's edge directly approached.

The museum owner's mouth flowed with blood, his smile was brilliant, and he shouted loudly:

"Old man, I'm here to save you, let's go together!"

"I won't abandon you!"

The Buzhou Mountain God's face was dull: "...I..."

"Fuck!"

The heroes and knights of the human race.

In the end, they were the most unexpected guys.

And on this day, the gods of the Great Wilderness finally realized this point again.

ps: Today's second update... two thousand eight hundred words.

The word count is slightly less, there should be another update?

Probably.