Chapter 635 Kunlun

As Wei Yuan’s palm grasped the illusory Mount Kunlun,

A feeling utterly different from wielding the power of divinity in the past emerged. The frost and snow of Kunlun crumbled, surging into Wei Yuan’s palm, then flowing into his true spirit. After the Kunlun in his hand vanished, another Mount Kunlun appeared deep within his true spirit.

Like jade dragons and snow pythons, cold, lofty, the mountain of gods among mountains.

The Western Kunlun.

Wei Yuan felt his true spirit constantly rising, gradually leaving his physical body, ascending to the firmament, even towering above the human Kunlun, overlooking himself from a higher level, gazing down upon the endless jade dragons and snow pythons.

The unchanging ice-cold divinity of Kunlun swept over Wei Yuan's true spirit.

His thoughts gradually froze, his perception began to merge with Mount Kunlun.

Emotions seemed to gradually disappear from his heart.

The part of him that was human clashed fiercely with the divinity of Kunlun, the ancestor of all mountains.

And was immediately at a disadvantage.

After all, compared to Mount Kunlun, which held a supreme position throughout the entire Age of Gods, the spirituality of a mere mortal was simply not enough. This was also the reason why the trials of Kunlun were particularly difficult, because with a single misstep, the heroes who came to participate in the trials would directly reverse the primary and secondary roles with the divinity of Mount Kunlun.

They would not become the master of Mount Kunlun.

But would instead become servants of Mount Kunlun.

Nü Jiao watched Wei Yuan at this moment with slight nervousness. The part of him that belonged to humanity was rapidly fading away, while the part that belonged to divinity was rising vigorously. The Shennong Whip in Nü Jiao's hand lit up slightly, ready to shatter the Kunlun in Wei Yuan's hand if anything went wrong.

The Queen Mother of the West watched this scene calmly.

The first trial was to clarify one's mind and see one's nature, the second was to forge one's heart from the past, and the third was originally to pass through the Xuanyuan Platform.

Using the blessing power of Xuanyuan's humanity to resist the vast frost and snow of Mount Kunlun.

But now it seemed that Wei Yuan had taken some clever shortcuts during the third trial.

All cleverness would come at a price in the final moment.

Some things truly could not be cheated.

Just at this moment, strands of light suddenly appeared in Wei Yuan's heart. The Queen Mother of the West and Nü Jiao saw that in front of the Kunlun deity filled with divinity, figures constantly appeared, memories buried deep in the heart and true spirit that could not be forgotten.

There was the heroic and majestic Da Yu, the gentle and lazy Qi, and the still young and willful goddess Nü Jiao.

There was the young king who ascended the throne at the age of thirteen, wielding the Tai'a sword, and whipping the world.

Beneath his sleeves, the Qin army marched forth, and the feudal lords came from the west.

There was also the gentle young Daoist, uttering the words "Please, Great Han, go to your death."

The handsome young scholar waved his hand behind him, laughing as he walked towards his legend, and together with the young man wielding the double-edged sword, they created the last romance of the Divine Land, and then for several generations, they all generously went to their deaths.

The tall monk held a heavy Zen staff, stepping onto his journey without hesitation.

The courage, decisiveness, and sacrifice unique to humans, as well as the brilliance of humanity that could not be ignored, displayed by individual destinies amidst the waves of time, seemed to contain different colors on the pure white Kunlun, and these colors and experiences themselves constituted the complex individual named Yuan.

Divinity was expelled, and human nature took the upper hand.

The past was time and experience, and this time it was all linked together in a unified way. Nü Jiao and the Queen Mother of the West, who were watching, seemed to see the potter sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiling as he made pottery, standing up, walking forward together with Yu, the goddess, and Qi, and then alone, with people coming and going around him.

And remember, this is such a long journey.

There is a heroic king who shares with you the great dream of a unified world.

A gentle Daoist tells you that there is no greater dream in this world than to live on.

The malt is sweet, you must live well.

The great vow that rises together is the temperature of the flames.

A young scholar tells you how to write the four words "义无反顾" (yì wú fǎn gù, to advance without hesitation).

And there are steadfast and unrestrained monks, ordinary yet extraordinary ordinary people.

There is no journey longer than this.

Countless people come and go, only able to accompany you for a part of the journey, and even if they eventually disappear into the torrent of history, the memories of traveling together will still shine like stars in each other's hearts. This is a color that even the power of the gods cannot conceal.

The Queen Mother of the West saw that in this brief, mental landscape, the potter was always accompanied by another figure. From a tender child toddling beside the potter, to a young girl who could keep up at a faster pace, reaching out her hand forward, and finally to appearing to be the same age, walking side by side.

In an instant, Mount Kunlun trembled several times.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, looking ahead in human form, and overlooking the jade dragon and snow python with the authority of the Kunlun Mountain God. Divinity and humanity reached a coordinated state with humanity as the primary force. From the depths of his true spirit, a continuous stream of divine power and divinity originating from Kunlun was born, spreading to every corner of his body.

Thoroughly washing away and changing the structural form of his body, the uncoordinated parts were quickly erased.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, his pupils dark, his aura serene.

He was completely like a mortal.

The Queen Mother of the West fell into silence, surprised in her heart.

He was actually able to cross the divide between man and god without the tempering of the Xuanyuan Platform?

However, had he passed now, or not?

The human heart was complex, and it was difficult to tell from the surface whether divinity or humanity was the dominant force at this moment.

Witch Nü Jiao stepped forward and suddenly took out her phone, quickly operated it, opened the photo album inside, and then swiped down, a full collection of the black history of a certain museum curator was plastered on Wei Yuan's face. Wei Yuan's expression did not change, as if he was completely unmoved, and smiled:

"Oh... what is this?"

"Let me see..."

His tone was gentle, as if he were a heavenly deity overlooking the ages on Mount Kunlun.

Then with a swipe, he reached out his hand to grab it.

Instantly attacking, his hand frantically trying to snatch the phone.

Nü Jiao took a step back, nodded to the Queen Mother of the West, and said:

"No problem."

"This reaction is definitely him."

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth: "Give me the phone... delete it, delete it!"

Wei Yuan had never expected that Nü Jiao had kept so much of his black history without his knowledge. It was almost as if there were more than one mole planted in his museum, specifically collecting Wei Yuan's black history for Nü Jiao.

The white-haired fox girl curled the corners of her mouth, slowly putting away her phone.

Her mood was obviously very good.

Nü Jiao did not stay here for long. She planned to take Wei Yuan for a modern medical checkup first. Moreover, now that he had taken charge of the Kunlun divine power of the human world, there would be plenty of opportunities to come to Kunlun in the future, so there was no need to rush for a day or two.

Wei Yuan thought about it and still brought the wheelchair.

It couldn't be wasted.

Besides, perhaps this thing would still be useful one day.

After seeing Wei Yuan, the many Kunlun deities outside retreated in unison. Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, clenched his fingers slightly, and the eternal ice of Kunlun dyed his eyes as he instructed, "No matter who comes, you must not reveal my identity to outsiders."

In order to prevent himself from being besieged by the Kunlun gods who would come along the internet cable, no, along the Kunlun Jade Tablet, Wei Yuan made a decisive decision.

A direct order from the Kunlun god of the human world.

Those deities who had just been shouting to attack Tu Mountain and capture Wei Yuan alive honestly saluted.

"As you command."

Wei Yuan was in a good mood.

He silently sensed the changes in himself.

Divinity was lofty, rejecting all external forces.

At the same time, it would subtly change the characteristics of Wei Yuan's body.

Even this modern body was already immune to spells such as poison and curses in the conventional sense.

His immunity was directly raised to the conceptual level of the Kunlun Mountain God.

Even those divine weapons in Western legends that had guaranteed hits and direct kills.

Unless the other party's divinity was stronger than Kunlun, one of the sources of the Divine Land's Age of Gods.

Otherwise, these spells and curses would directly lose their effect on Wei Yuan.

Correspondingly, the cancer in his body had also stopped. Under the natural influence of the Kunlun aura, his entire body would be subtly adjusted to its peak state and directly solidified.

Let's not talk about the length of his lifespan for the time being.

Time cannot leave traces on the cliffs of Kunlun, and the face of the Kunlun Mountain God will forever be maintained at this moment.

Unless there were huge changes in his heart, leading to changes in his external image.

Of course, if Wei Yuan hadn't held on to his heart just now.

Then, it seemed that gender was not so important to gods.

In addition to that, there was also a comprehensive increase in his abilities during combat near Mount Kunlun.

The most direct thing was that when Wei Yuan was fighting near Mount Kunlun, his own mana consumption and physical exertion would be directly connected to the Kunlun Mountain system, which was equivalent to not consuming mana at all. After paying a certain price, he could even directly move Mount Kunlun.

Of course, to do this, the requirements for Wei Yuan's control over Mount Kunlun were extremely high.

He couldn't do it at all now.

At least, the things that had been troubling his heart had been resolved…

Wei Yuan slowly let out a breath of stale air.

Nü Jiao was humming a song, pushing Wei Yuan back, and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Wei Yuan came back to his senses and blurted out, "I was thinking, so many Kunlun deities."

"I wonder if it's possible to develop it into a method similar to the Yellow Turban Warriors' protective spell."

"That way, I wouldn't have to buy refrigerators and air conditioners."

The Yellow Turban Warriors who had been trained on the battlefield could use their swordsmanship to cut vegetables and their gunmanship to mop the floor.

The Kunlun gods and generals could be used for freezing and preservation.

A wonderful guardian deity had been added.

West Kunlun.

The eldest of the Kunlun deities looked at the Queen Mother of the West with a worried expression and said, "This… Queen Mother, did you really hand over the human Kunlun to that person?"

The Queen Mother of the West remained noncommittal and said, "Since he passed the trials, it should be so."

"But…"

The deity wanted to say something else.

The Queen Mother of the West's gaze fell, and he had no choice but to lower his head and leave.

The Queen Mother of the West returned to the secret realm, recalling the potter's passage through the seemingly ordinary but actually dangerous final trial, recalling the scenes, among the countless people he had met, Jue also belonged, representing the most important part of Wei Yuan's humanity, countless partings and reunions.

She pondered for a long time, and the Kunlun token appeared in her hand.

White jade as the base, with different imprints on it, representing the three Kunlun trials.

After Wei Yuan absorbed the Kunlun divine power, this token was left with her.

Of course, she had considered countermeasures, such as if someone with an improper heart obtained the power, or if they encountered an emergency, she could erase the name on the token to take back the power again, or briefly deprive the person of the divine qualifications of the Lord of Kunlun in the human world.

This was also the special authority temporarily held by her as the Queen Mother of the West's avatar.

She casually wiped the third token.

Just as a test.

Then the smile on her face slowly solidified.

This name…

Who wrote it?!

Why can't it be erased?!!

……………………

Wei Yuan was sent back to the museum.

Before he had time to take out Yiri Yue's head, Nü Jiao had already hurried to Qingqiu.

The Qingqiu Country was very special, it seemed to be the same as Dragon Tiger Mountain, with something sealed underneath. This time, Nü Jiao had left for several days, which was already a relatively risky and inappropriate behavior. She had to go back to Qingqiu Country first, and by the way, she seemed to have to contact the doctors in Qingqiu Country.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath. When he pushed open the door, Jue was in the museum.

When he met the girl's eyes, his desire to come back and see Jue calmed down, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face. Then, he recalled the video that had almost killed him. As expected, he saw that after the girl noticed him, her gaze froze, and then she moved her eyes away like lightning.

It was over, his reputation had been ruined.

Wei Yuan's expression stiffened.

After a few seconds of silence, he struggled between pretending that nothing had happened, restarting a game on Kunlun, and explaining the matter. He made the third choice. Wei Yuan coughed and said, "Jue... that video..."

"Huh?! Vi, video..."

The girl shrank back like a frightened rabbit, stammering:

"Yuan, you, you know?"

Know? Know what?

Wei Yuan was at a loss.

Did she know about this video?

In other words, could he pretend not to know?

Wei Yuan pondered, but he decided to be honest about these things.

He didn't want to create a rift between him and the girl.

He let out a breath, looked into the girl's eyes, and said, "Yes, I know."

"Actually, I sent you this video."

"Of course, I used Nü Jiao's phone."

"Eh?!"

"You sent it to me?!"

The girl was stunned, staring at the sincere Wei Yuan with wide eyes. Her brain stalled for a moment.

The images from the video just now flashed through her mind.

That video was sent by Wei Yuan himself?

Why would he send a collection of selfies?

What did he mean?

How should she answer? Should she say that she had deleted the video, or that she hadn't deleted it?

He he he… what did he mean?

Just like the heating in the old street directly caught up with and surpassed the level of her old brother in the Northeast, the girl's face flushed red in an instant, black hair in a ponytail, almost steaming. Her brain couldn't process the excessive amount of unfamiliar information and fell into stagnation.

Wei Yuan took a step forward: "About the content of this video."

"I have a lot to say."

"Jue, calm down and let me finish..."

"This is the most important request I've ever made."

The girl's face was flushed, looking at the familiar face so close to her, the video hidden in her phone.

She seemed to hear the steam train whistling in her ears.

She stammered:

"Ex, explain...?"

"The most, most, most... important?!"

Could, could it be…

ps: Today's first update………

Four thousand two hundred words, well, my schedule is starting to fall behind, trying to control it…