Wei Yuan waited for Wuzhiqi's reply.

Although, because Zhu Jiuyin had let something slip, Wuzhiqi knew that the person following Xuanzang was actually Wei Yuan from the Tang Dynasty, which led to the two of them having a brawl in a dream, it didn't matter, Wei Yuan was very confident this time!

He had checked the myths.

Indeed, someone had deliberately linked the Qitian Dasheng (Great Sage Equaling Heaven) with Hanuman.

To put it simply, they were linking Wuzhiqi with Hanuman.

But Hanuman was practically Rama's dog.

How to put it? To express his respect for Rama, one of the Trimurti (three-faced god), Hanuman, following the story that 'applying red brings health and longevity,' painted himself entirely red before meeting Rama.

He was considered the most devout disciple, obeying all the gods' commands.

His most iconic pose was tearing open his chest to reveal his heart, proving his reverence for the gods.

He was granted supernatural powers by the gods.

Wuzhiqi, on the other hand, represented the rebellious spirit within the Qitian Dasheng concept, embodying defiance against all gods.

He became a god by conquering the Huai River.

Hmph, with Wuzhiqi's arrogance, he would absolutely not allow such a bootlicking monkey to be associated with him.

When the time came, he would see Wuzhiqi personally beat those two guys up.

In any case, it was none of his business.

But Wuzhiqi retorted, "No time."

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Wuzhiqi sneered at the bottom of the Huai River, chewing on a lollipop that tasted like cola, engrossed in playing a game. Hmph, did he think he couldn't see through his intentions? He was trying to freeload his power, how laughable.

Wei Yuan directly forwarded Hanuman's myths to him.

For example, the classic red skin coupled with tearing open his heart and kneeling to express loyalty.

Wuzhiqi merely glanced at it.

Looking at the monkey kneeling before the god, tearing open his chest with both hands, his expression froze.

Then, more forwarded files appeared, such as Hanuman fulfilling someone's wishes because Rama had agreed! Or how Hanuman, although slightly stronger than the Sun God due to the gods' blessings, would respectfully apologize for his disrespect, because he was a devout Boy who highly valued the four castes. For example…

《Guided by Dr. Gang and Dr. Thai, I found a Hanuman in India's oldest epic, the Ramayana, who can roughly be considered the shadow of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven》- Dr. Hu

《I always suspect that this magically powerful monkey isn't a domestic product but rather an import from India. Perhaps even the myth of Wuzhiqi was influenced and imitated from India》- Dr. Hu's double kill, triggering a critical hit.

Wuzhiqi's forehead bulged with veins.

The veins twitched.

Wei Yuan slowly sent a voice message, "You can tolerate this?"

"If you can, I'll be impressed."

*Crack!*

The game console in Wuzhiqi's hand was directly crushed, a ferocious grin appearing on his face.

Tolerate my ass!

The hydroelectric power stations along the Huai River, one of the Four Rivers, simultaneously detected a surge in water flow.

Wuzhiqi sneered, "When?"

The terrifying deity who directly conquered a civilization's water system in the Age of Gods had awakened once more.

The Huai River Calamity Lord.

Perhaps it's difficult to describe, but in ancient civilizations, the significance of conquering a water system was extremely high. The collectively known Four Great Ages of Gods were formed around water systems.

The existence that required Kunlun and Yu the Great to jointly suppress, the only friend acknowledged by the proud Gonggong.

Counting throughout Shenzhou, clearly a righteous god, yet uniquely honored as a "Lord" and referred to as a "Calamity."

Only this one.

"Do you have wine?"

He asked.

Wei Yuan looked in the direction of the Water Ghost's storage, a smile appearing on his lips:

"Plenty."

……………………

Effortlessly raising Wuzhiqi's blood pressure.

Wei Yuan felt that this must be because of those rumors.

It definitely had nothing to do with his identity and background as a Tu Shan or certain other reasons.

Definitely!

Those rumors were just nonsense. Comparing Hanuman to Wuzhiqi, the prototype of Sun Wukong in his Qitian Dasheng stage, it couldn't be said they were exactly the same; they were completely unrelated. Shenzhou's spirit didn't contain such impure and filthy things.

It could only be said that some guys once wanted to destroy the backbone molded in the people of Shenzhou.

And Wuzhiqi, whose image was already filled with strength, resistance, and disdain, was a key target.

Some people were eager to send everything out, as if such a powerful and heroic symbol like the Great Sage Equaling Heaven shouldn't have been born on this land.

However.

Cultural heritage cannot be severed.

The winds of history would blow those petty people away like fallen leaves.

Wei Yuan exhaled.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

After such a long time, even Gonggong had already begun to awaken.

Wuzhiqi, how much have you recovered?

For some reason, after returning to the museum that day, Wei Yuan slept extremely soundly that night.

And when he woke up the next morning, he found that he had to go to Longhu Mountain again.

Pulling open the curtains, looking at the flower shop opposite, the girl didn't seem to be awake yet. Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his state of mind suddenly calmed down. He suddenly understood—yesterday, he should have stayed at Longhu Mountain, asked the Old Celestial Master more about his goals, and waited for the resolution of Bai Qi's affairs.

But in the end, he chose to return to the museum, to the old street.

He exhaled, feeling refreshed. After washing up and eating breakfast, leaving some for Jue, he picked up his sword and strode out, soaring through the air, heading straight for Longhu Mountain. When he arrived at Longhu Mountain, the Old Celestial Master was eating millet porridge with pickled vegetables, almost choking Wei Yuan to death.

Then he looked at Wei Yuan strangely, "What did you go do?"

"Why are you so refreshed?"

"Oh right, here are two tickets. When are you planning to leave?"

Wei Yuan pulled out one, saying, "One is enough."

The old man was puzzled, "One is enough?"

Wei Yuan laughed heartily, "That place is too dirty. Jue would feel offended even stepping on it."

Zhang Ruosu: "…………"

Why can you say such harsh words with such a cheerful smile?

His mouth twitched, "Curator Wei, shouldn't there be some respect, as fellow ancient civilizations?"

Wei Yuan retorted, "Then do you think that place is dirty?"

"Dirty."

The old Daoist honestly replied.

After a moment of silence, he expressed his weak resistance, saying, "But, this might be the people over there, yes, their national conditions are like that, it's a characteristic."

Wei Yuan nodded and smiled, "Ah, yes, yes, yes."

"Everything you say is right."

Oh yeah, this guy had a past relationship over there.

The old Daoist: "…………"

Wei Yuan sat down on his own, picked up a bowl of millet porridge from the side, and poured himself a bowl. The craftsmanship of Longhu Mountain was actually quite good, mainly because it was free, which doubled the deliciousness, a must-try. The old man helplessly made room for him, saying, "Then what are you here for?"

"I want to know the power levels of the Indian pantheon."

Wei Yuan picked up a piece of pickled radish, his expression serious, "I recently understood the upper limits of the gods' powers. I don't know enough about the ancient Indian system, and I'm a bit worried about being caught off guard, after all, these guys' mythological descriptions are just too strong."

Not to mention the other gods.

The Trimurti, Brahma—the embodiment of the universe's will!

The Destroyer Shiva—immense power enough to restart the universe!

And Vishnu—according to legend, He created Brahma, meaning the true creator god!

Not to mention the other three goddesses, the Four Heavenly Kings, the goddess Lakshmi, the Eight Legions and so on.

Their reputations and myths were all unparalleled.

One year for humans is one day and night for the gods. Four thousand years for the gods is one "complete era," three thousand years for the gods is the "three-part era," two thousand years for the gods is the "two-part era," and one thousand years for the gods is the "era of strife." The end of four eras is one kalpa, and then the world is recreated.

There was immense power enough to burn the universe with their anger.

Everything was just a high-reaching soul waking up and falling asleep.

The power to be immortal with just a blessing.

Divine weapons that could destroy everything with just a blessing and empowerment.

Having witnessed the power of Chong, Wei Yuan was highly wary of these myths.

Zhang Ruosu said slowly, "That's indeed the case. Indian mythology is not to be underestimated. Judging from the things in ancient books and legends, it can be called unmatched. Even if there are parts that have been embellished by later generations, it's still truly daunting. And these myths are too distant, and there are still people fighting over it now."

"Believing that the ancient Indian pantheon is more powerful than the Yanhuang pantheon."

He shook his head and said:

"But there's no way around it. Speaking of which, I've heard a saying."

"If you want to know which side is stronger, just pull out the authors who added embellishments and increased the legends throughout history and have them fight. Whoever wins, that side's mythology is stronger. It's just a joke. With such a long history, who can pull out so many people who passed down the legends by word of mouth?"

"But I can talk about it, starting from their ancient myths."

"Around 3000 BC, roughly around that time, ancient Indian mythology saw the emergence of civilization."

Wei Yuan nodded, "Similar to the time when the Yanhuang lineage came to the human world."

The Old Celestial Master nodded, "Yes."

"And after a period of time, the Aryan pantheon came. In the end, it took hundreds of years. Through war and fusion, they destroyed, devoured, and accommodated, ultimately strengthening and expanding the original Indus Valley pantheon, making it even more powerful and domineering."

"Finally, it transformed into the even more powerful and magnificent Ganges pantheon."

"And this period was the peak of the Age of Gods!"

"It was also the source of power for the emergence of the Trimurti."

"It was also the era that countless historical books and legends sang about, a time of upheaval and excitement."

"They went on expeditions to the east and west, spending hundreds of years conquering and suppressing the original Indian civilization. Then they reached unprecedented prosperity. Countless heroes and gods, with soaring ambition, sang triumphant songs, led by the Trimurti, crossing the Kunlun Mountains, and launched a war of the gods against Shenzhou from the northwest."

"The three goddesses were in the front, the Eight Legions were in the rear, and many gods sang praises."

"The Destroyer Shiva held the trident that could destroy everything in his hand, and the vertical eye between his eyebrows seemed to emanate the anger that could destroy the universe and restart time and everything, riding on his great mount; each head of Brahma was whispering the truth of the world, representing the mysteries of the universe's will, creating all things."

"And Vishnu held the power to maintain the universe, his awakening and sleeping representing the cycle and restart of a world."

"The great god of war beat the drums, the snow mountain goddess Parvati smiled at everything, the three goddesses wrote the epic of victory, Garuda flew in the flames, the Heavenly Emperor Indra led countless great heroes who were active in mythology and sang together, the Eight Legions clapped and smiled."

"Even, there were ancient gods who didn't exist in mythology faintly appearing."

Wei Yuan frowned.

The little Daoists who had been attracted nearby listened with fascination. The old Daoist, who had once attracted the hearts of many talented and beautiful women, naturally had a silver tongue in addition to his superb swordsmanship and unrestrained spirit. The stories he told were lifelike, as if this divine war, more magnificent than all Indian myths, was about to break out!

Especially since their opponents seemed to be the Shenzhou Age of Gods.

A bunch of little Daoists who had gathered around couldn't help but urge, "And then, and then?"

Even Wei Yuan felt solemn about these secrets.

The old man put down his teacup and replied indifferently:

"Gaozong attacked the Guifang and conquered them in three years."

"That's all."

The little Daoists were stunned.

From the surging, mysterious, and vast mythology, they instantly returned to the cold historical records.

History and mythology intersected at this moment.

The romance of mythology was dispelled by the vicissitudes of time, a vast and cold implication.

The heroism and ambition of foreign heroes would be recorded in the epics of their countries, those love-hate entanglements, countless so-called tear-jerking stories.

The history books of Shenzhou.

Only nine characters were left about this matter.

The old man looked at Wei Yuan and said plainly:

"Twenty years ago, we discovered the tomb of Fu Hao, the wife of King Wu Ding of the Shang Dynasty in the Age of Gods."

"In the tomb, we found the remains of Aryans as spoils of war, only the heads, which had been beheaded by battle axes. You should understand what this means in the Shang Dynasty of the Age of Gods, and the heads were filled with foreign divinity."

"Wei Yuan, do you want to take two?"

The old man held his teacup and asked with a smile:

"Perhaps, they are old acquaintances of the Trimurti."

PS: Today's second update... Gaozong is Wu Ding.

In 1997, in Fu Hao's tomb, the skulls of Aryans who conquered India were found as burial objects, probably from the period of more than a thousand years BC. Experts speculate that they were the Guifang who were conquered, but it is not completely certain.

But this is solid evidence, representing the barbarians who once invaded Shenzhou, were conquered by Fu Hao leading the army. By the way, there were two large axes buried with her, the dragon-patterned great yue and the tiger-patterned great yue, which belonged to Fu Hao, yes, it was yue (battle axe).

Full of martial virtue.