Chapter 1 Looking Back and Hesitating

　　Looking at the written words, Wei Yuan paused, feeling that he couldn't be so direct, so reckless. It wasn't that he was considering Ye Ming's feelings; in fact, if he could suffocate Him to death with words, Wei Yuan would be quite happy to do so.

　　But Wei Yuan had a premonition that if he said it like that, Ye Ming would probably subconsciously connect it to those few guys he knew who would talk like that, and then, through investigation and the extremely high status of the Lord of Years, his first reaction might directly point to him.

　　Hmm, he couldn't reveal his own style so directly.

　　Speaking of which, was his style really that direct…?

　　Wei Yuan complained inwardly, thought for a while, and modified the line of text, making it a little more tactful:

　　‘Recently, I heard that the god of the North Sea, the Black Emperor Yu Qiang, wants to marry a wife. The woman he seeks is fair in appearance, with an aura of tolerance for all things, seemingly the Hou Tu Niangniang who has been missing for a long time, having lost her memory and position. Knowing your background, I inform you of this.’

　　Wei Yuan blew on the tip of his brush.

　　He felt that if he said it like this, even Master Confucius would give him a passing grade.

　　Satisfied, he passed through the Heavenly Connection constructed by Fuxi and directly threw it to Ye Ming.

　　The destinies of all living beings converge to form the River of Fate without will. These intersecting fates evolve all the possibilities of the future. To transcend fate, precisely lock onto a target, and transmit information for communication requires extremely profound Heavenly Secrets techniques.

　　Even Qi and A Liang couldn’t do it.

　　If he couldn't bring things in, he really wanted to record a video.

　　Wei Yuan sighed in his heart.

　　……………………

　　The Great Wilderness—

　　The closed-eyed Ye Ming suddenly sensed a change in the Heavenly Secrets, vaguely feeling a premonition. Although his eyes remained closed, he slightly raised his head, and the white hair at his temples suddenly fluttered. The firelight in front of him flickered, and the light of the stars flowed down, transforming into a human figure.

　　Then, a stream of information purely evolved from Heavenly Secrets flew directly towards Ye Ming.

　　Ye Ming lightly tapped his finger, shattering this 'letter'.

　　His voice was calm and gentle.

　　"Visitors are guests."

　　"Who might you be?"

　　Wei Yuan's voice was distorted by Fuxi's Heavenly Secrets, and said, "It's just a letter. Deputy of the Celestial Emperor, are you afraid to even take a look?"

　　Ye Ming shook his head with a smile. His divine soul swept over it, instantly scanning the contents.

　　Then, the calm and gentle aura instantly disappeared.

　　Replaced by a terror as if time had solidified, the vastness of the end of time and the weight of history. He swept his fingers together, and his aura instantly soared, as if the years had been sealed.

　　In an instant, beneath that gentleness, he displayed an extremely powerful ferocity.

　　The human figure transformed by Wei Yuan easily avoided this move. After all, it was just a form of Heavenly Secrets applied through Fuxi. In the realm of Heavenly Secrets, the prepared Fuxi was the strongest; there was almost no need to doubt this.

　　Ye Ming stood up, the scabbard of the Bai Ju Sword (White Steed Sword) in his right hand fell, and the blade of his left hand stabbed forward.

　　The sword energy crisscrossed, existing simultaneously in the past, present, and future.

　　The human figure with his right hand behind his back, formed by the twisted Heavenly Secrets, pinched the sword's blade with two fingers of his left hand.

　　The sword's blade hummed.

　　Wei Yuan's pupils constricted slightly.

　　He actually pierced through the Heavenly Secrets with his sword. He was only a hair's breadth away from relying on his sword intent to tear apart space and Heavenly Secrets, directly crossing endless distances. This guy… Ye Ming, had he been hiding his true strength all along? He looked at the heavenly god with his compelling eyes and gentle, handsome face.

　　And, Ye Ming was truly enraged.

　　If it weren't for the information transmitted by Fuxi.

　　If his own swordsmanship wasn't good enough.

　　This sword, perhaps, would have truly followed the Heavenly Secrets and directly killed him…

　　A true, ancient version of killing you over the internet.

　　Wei Yuan exhaled a breath of air.

　　Ye Ming said gently:

　　"...Who exactly are you?!"

　　Wei Yuan thought to himself, should he say, 'I'm here to help you,' or, following the Tu Shan style, reply with, "Guess?" But looking at Ye Ming's current emotional state, if he answered in the Tu Shan tone again, He would definitely go berserk. Hmm… the current anger level was already sufficient.

　　Wei Yuan thought of the jade pendant, and his heart stirred slightly.

　　Sensing the increasingly surging aura on Ye Ming's sword's blade, he exhaled a breath of turbid air.

　　With his right hand behind his back, deliberately facing the enemy with his left hand, he flicked his finger, and the Bai Ju Sword returned to its scabbard. Wei Yuan shook his sleeves, and the Heavenly Secrets around him intertwined, vast and majestic. He cupped his hands slightly in a salute, his voice indifferent and distant, as if from an immeasurable place, and a dark jade pendant appeared at his waist—

　　"Names are but illusions of the past."

　　"The present self is the only truth."

　　"You may call me…"

　　"Geng Seventeen."

　　Before the words could finish, the person had already disappeared.

　　Only that vast, heaven-like aura remained, lingering for a long time.

　　Ye Ming held his sword, calmly [staring] ahead. It was still peaceful here, as if nothing had happened. He muttered to himself, "Geng Seventeen…"

　　"The core of Guixu."

　　A wisp of Wei Yuan's true spirit returned to where Fuxi was, and Fuxi breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"That kid Ye Ming… he's been hiding his strength all along?"

　　"Even when I captured him, he didn't reveal this part of his strength…"

　　Fuxi stroked his chin, looking at Wei Yuan strangely: "You kid…"

　　"Are you very good at poking at other people's sore spots?"

　　"Just a coincidence…"

　　Wei Yuan thought for a while and replied, "I'm always kind to people."

　　After bidding farewell to Fuxi, Wei Yuan's true spirit returned to his body. In the lucid dream, the He Tu Luo Shu (River Diagram and Luo Scroll) collapsed again, foaming at the mouth. When Wei Yuan opened his eyes, he saw the two old men, Shu and Hu, gathered in front of him.

　　"How was it?"

　　Wei Yuan replied, "I contacted a very strong reinforcement."

　　"Hmm, reinforcement, roughly…"

　　It was probably the first time in thousands of years that Ye Ming had truly become enraged.

　　And he shifted the aggro to Guixu.

　　Even if Ye Ming tried to divine the existence of Guixu's Geng Seventeen afterward, even with Dijun's assistance, he would only learn that Geng Seventeen was already dead. This would only make Ye Ming more wary of this identity and feel that the so-called 'Geng Seventeen' was terrifying.

　　This was utilizing Fuxi's superior ability to shield the Heavenly Secrets compared to Dijun...

　　Of course, Dijun was also extremely skilled at suppressing his own fate.

　　He wondered if the two of them had ever competed.

　　Wei Yuan's thoughts turned. The two Emperors, Shu and Hu, breathed a sigh of relief and said:

　　"Phew, that's good, that's good!"

　　"While the Great Wilderness is still in chaos, let's go to Buzhou Fuzi Mountain!"

　　Wei Yuan nodded, then remembered and said, "But, won't briefly borrowing the power of Buzhou Fuzi Mountain affect the old man of Buzhou Mountain?"

　　Emperor Shu said as a matter of course, "Of course it will!"

　　"He will notice it immediately."

　　"Then he will fly over with the mountain."

　　Emperor Hu added, "So, forcibly activating it in this state is equivalent to bringing the real old Buzhou over. Whether you go yourself or old Buzhou comes over in a rage, that old turtle Yu Qiang is doomed!"

　　Emperor Shu gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to strip off his turtle shell and use it as a chamber pot!"

　　Emperor Hu gnashed his teeth and said, "I'm going to throw him into a pot and stew him into a turtle soup!"

　　The two ancient gods looked at each other and roared, "Listen to me!"

　　Wei Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, thought for a while, and took out the core waist tag of the Guixu forces. After thinking about it, he decided to put it away. Well, he would deal with Guixu after this matter was resolved. Just as he was about to do so, the token in his hand suddenly lit up slightly.

　　"Hmm?"

　　"Inquiries from the Guixu Heavens?" Emperor Shu leaned over.

　　Emperor Hu said, "Oh, right, this place also belongs to the Guixu range after all."

　　"Let's see what it is?"

　　……………………

　　Guixu - the Ravine of the East Sea.

　　The Core World.

　　Dai Xioneng completed the delivery of his task, walked out of the central palace, greeted a few friends, and came here. His expression was a bit heavy. The magnificence of the pre-Qin era had brought him a huge shock, and he still hadn't recovered.

　　This place was formed by thirty-six interconnected small worlds, turning into an exchange area that supported one side of the heavens. It contained countless precious books and treasures coveted by heroes from various worlds. For example, there was one similar to the *Evil-Slaying Sword Manual*.

　　The cultivation speed was fast, and the strength was strong enough to reach the peak of the first stage of Guixu.

　　But now it was not selling well, it was dirt cheap, and no one was exchanging for it.

　　Of course, it wasn't because of the harsh requirement of [If you want to practice this divine skill, you must castrate yourself].

　　This matter had to be blamed on Dai Xioneng. After he went to that small world and obtained this thing similar to the *Evil-Slaying Sword Manual*, he felt that making a bloody storm for such a thing was so boring. Then, he casually took out a modern printer from his backpack.

　　He printed a full three thousand copies of the *Evil-Slaying Sword Manual*.

　　Then, he hired people to copy even more and distributed them directly to all the major sects in the martial world.

　　Since then, the martial world had entered an era of internal competition. Everyone knew this sword technique, and they knew it was very strong.

　　If you didn't practice the *Evil-Slaying Sword Manual*, you would be instantly killed as a weakling.

　　If you practiced it, you had to castrate yourself.

　　If you didn't practice it, you were weak; if you practiced it, you had to castrate yourself. In the end, this internally competitive martial world directly headed for destruction. Dai Xioneng received a very high evaluation in that mission and obtained the 'Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman', which also led to the *Evil-Slaying Sword Manual* becoming dirt cheap.

　　Even the Guixu of the myriad worlds had to follow the laws of the big market.

　　Dai Xioneng felt that at least the keyboard warrior strategies he learned on the internet were still useful.

　　At this moment, he recalled the pre-Qin era he had seen before, looked at the exchange system, and fell into silence. Originally, his trump card, the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman, was to cope with this major mission, but it was useless. The domineering momentum of the Qin army's charge caused this elite Guixu three-person team to instantly lose their fighting spirit.

　　Their individual strength was indeed stronger than a single Qin soldier.

　　But, there were three thousand of them!

　　Three thousand!

　　Moreover, riding those strange beasts, bearing burdens of four to five thousand *jin*, charging together, with the First Emperor personally leading the expedition. At that moment, Dai Xioneng felt lucky that he wasn't trampled into meat paste, so he chose to pay a certain price and immediately terminate the mission.

　　Coming here, he originally wanted to exchange for a higher level of cultivation technique, but he saw the intelligence column.

　　His fingers unconsciously clicked.

　　Searching for information about the human world.

　　But the things that instantly appeared caused his thoughts to stagnate.

　　[Insufficient Permissions].

　　Insufficient permissions, but, how could that be…

　　That was just a world without magic.

　　I didn't even ask for the password to the armory of a major country or that level of intelligence.

　　Why couldn't he see anything?

　　What happened to the human world?

　　Dai Xioneng closed his eyes. The rationality he gained from experiencing life and death led him to choose other methods, and it also made him feel this opportunity. Having experienced the impact of the information age, he understood that intelligence, intelligence was the most valuable thing.

　　After a moment of silence, he put down his merits and the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman in his hand—

　　Gamblers are happy!

　　You might win, but I'm always happy!

　　"Inquire about the recent major events in the human world."

　　He was originally just taking a gamble, but he didn't expect that someone would actually respond.

　　Dai Xioneng murmured, "Geng Seventeen?"

　　Wei Yuan had seen that the price paid was a Yellow Turban Warrior protection curse, so he went along with it. After a slight thought, he realized that the other party was asking this, so he probably didn't know about the war in the human world. After all, even in the Great Wilderness, one had to reach a certain realm and strength to know.

　　Not to mention Guixu, a ten-thousand-world mercenary for small-world training.

　　"Kid, the Guixu system will identify truth and falsehood, so don't attract attention," Emperor Shu added.

　　"After all, this is a fake," Emperor Hu was also a little cowardly.

　　Don't go charging in headfirst.

　　"Yes, I understand. Real information, but it's best to make them underestimate the strength of the human world, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble." Wei Yuan was thoughtful, and then casually made a reply. The light on the Guixu token flashed, confirming the authenticity of this information, and then successfully passed the judgment in the next moment.

　　"Phew… real information."

　　Dai Xioneng breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart ached as he saw his Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman disappear.

　　Farewell, my Liu Niu (Liu the Ox).

　　I hope the other side treats you well, Liu Niu. Take care of yourself after I'm gone, take care of yourself.

　　Wuwuwu… what a great loss.

　　I hope this intelligence is worth the price and doesn't make me look like an idiot.

　　Dai Xioneng opened the intelligence with a dejected expression. The text above was in the standard Guixu script. He glanced at it.

　　Then, his whole person was as if struck by lightning, his face turning pale little by little. Finally, as a martial artist, his hands trembled uncontrollably. This piece of intelligence slowly fell, landing directly on the floor of the team's room. His teammates saw the captain like this for the first time and subconsciously looked down.

　　Only one line was written on the white paper.

　　"The Western Queen Mother and Gonggong fought a decisive battle on the shores of the East Sea!"

　　The surroundings suddenly became deathly silent.

　　Even breathing seemed to cease to exist.

　　Silence was like thunder.

　　ps: Today's second update… three thousand eight hundred words…