Yeming, in the Great Wilderness Sequence, was second only to the Celestial Emperor Dijun.

His own strength also placed him in the first tier of members outside the top ten of the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

Hou Tu’s direct descendant, taught techniques by Dijun, in charge of the years, deputy of the heavens, the years are the closest power to fate. As Yeming, who is in charge of the concept of years, he is somewhat involved in the power of fate that evolves from heavenly secrets. That's why he broke through the defense measures left by the Potter with ease.

Then he discovered that there was another layer further ahead.

‘Simple superimposed defensive measures.

‘Hiding the truth beneath the surface.’

Yeming was a smart person, so he easily discovered the 'truth', and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Knowing how to hide a trick behind, hiding the truth under falsehood, it seems that this Potter has improved quite a bit."

"Then, let me see..."

Yeming broke through the last layer of defense.

The sight in front of him changed in an instant, and the surrounding environment solidified, then shattered piece by piece, as if he had left the Great Wilderness and arrived at the end of time and fate. In this place where all laws return to the origin, he saw a man with his back to him, black hair falling to the ground.

Yeming's pupils constricted.

The upper body of the youth opposite was human, but the lower body was a snake's body.

The mythical form is like this, and it is male, without the violent aura of Gonggong...

"Great God Fuxi..."

A large number of thoughts floated in Yeming's mind in an instant, constantly surging.

In the depths of his calm heart, there was a trace of emotion that shouldn't be there—

Potter, you have no heart.

Damn it! You don't even spare the [Blind Man]?!

It was intentional. Even the aura he had noticed before was all intentional. It was intentionally perceived by him. In that case, could it be said that his initial incompetence in heavenly secrets and calculations was also an intentional flaw?

If he has a relationship with Fuxi, it is impossible for him to be bad at innate divination!

So, he deliberately gave a flaw that he was not good at divination, and then deliberately spied.

And finally led himself to Fuxi?

What deep scheming!

Potter, I've learned something...

Worthy of being from the Tu Shan clan.

That's right, how could someone who grew up in Tu Shan be an honest fool?

Is even the fool just a disguise?

Wei Yuan, this child, is deeply scheming!

Fuxi was surprised, then chuckled: "Haha, so that's how it is. Is that little fellow sending you here to relieve my boredom? A descendant created by Hou Tu, don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Let's play a game..."

Yeming exhaled and smiled: "Then, I've learned something."

A moment later, Yeming was completely defeated.

His divine soul was in a trance, and then Fuxi, who was sitting outside of time, directly erased his memory of this period and threw him back.

Great Wilderness, the God's Mansion of the Lord of Years.

Yeming only felt a moment of trance.

Then he pondered, feeling the feeling of being spied on earlier.

'Huh? I was spied on...'

Yeming was surprised. Yeming was lost in thought.

Then he went happily.

'Interesting, I want to see, who is so bold...'

'Oh? Is it that Potter?'

'Isn't he bad at heavenly secrets?'

'Interesting, then I'll compete with you...'

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Yeming's mouth, and he pointed his fingers slightly, confidently pursuing in reverse.

Counterattack!

His face stiffened, and his eyes lost their light.

Then, Yeming lost his previous memory again.

Yeming was in a trance.

He pressed his fingers against his chin.

He closed his eyes and pondered.

'Huh? This feeling, am I being spied on?'

'Interesting, I want to see, who is so bold...'

Yeming seemed interested.

'Huh, is it that Potter?'

'Isn't he bad at heavenly secrets?'

'Interesting, then I'll compete with you...'

Yeming, counterattacked confidently again!

Appearing grandly!

After who knows how many times, when Yeming was pondering again, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. He suddenly turned his head and noticed that the outside was already pitch black, and his perception of time was still stuck half a day ago. His thoughts stagnated, and then a cold sweat broke out on his back.

The finger that was originally intended to counterattack stopped in mid-air, unable to move for a while.

"Potter..."

"Deeply scheming!"

...

"Achoo!"

Wei Yuan sneezed, looked up at the sky, this time, it was still a bit chilly. He carried a bunch of food, rode a shared bicycle slowly towards home, parked the bicycle on the side, locked it, and walked towards the museum with a bunch of vegetables.

Before he went in, he heard an exasperated voice from inside the museum:

"Impossible, this is impossible, this is really genuine!"

"If there weren't no other knowledgeable places nearby, would I come to your little place?"

"Your place, my treasure, even a small corner is enough to buy your place ten times, ten times, do you know!"

He pushed the door open and went in. A middle-aged man was there with a treasure, saying.

It was an ancient jade from the Warring States period.

According to legend, it was still a treasure of the royal family of the Seven Kingdoms, and it was described vividly.

Even the historical records were taken out. Behind the table sat the First Emperor, wearing black clothes and a Qin Dynasty hair crown, holding a tea cup, and said calmly: "This is a fake."

The middle-aged man became even more angry and shouted: "You say it's a fake, then it's a fake?!"

"It's fine if you don't accept it, but if you say it's a fake, you have to give me an explanation!"

The First Emperor said lightly: "It doesn't feel right."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then became furious.

Who are you? You say it's not right, and it's not right? You even feel it's not right?!

He wanted to say something rude, but for some reason, he felt a little怂 in his heart, and finally didn't say it, just muttered and left with a look of displeasure. Wei Yuan pushed the door open and came in. The First Emperor, dressed in modern clothes, slowly sipped his tea.

Wei Yuan asked doubtfully: "That was..."

"He said it was Zhao Wuling's jade pendant and wanted us to identify it and stamp it."

Zhao Wuling's jade pendant, this man was in the age of gods.

Wei Yuan asked in surprise: "Brother Zheng, do you even know how to identify things?"

The First Emperor shook his head and said: "Of course not."

He slowly drank tea and said, "It's just because the real one has been split by me."

"That's all."

Wei Yuan: "..."

For some reason, he suddenly felt heartache.

If this was left in this era, how much would it be worth?

Next time he goes to Longhu Mountain, he will ask Zhao Gongming to bless him in person, 'You will definitely find money when you go out, you will definitely win the first prize in the lottery, and you will definitely make a lot of money in the stock market.' The First Emperor leaned back slightly and smiled: "Do you want it? I think your life in the human world is quite tight."

"Yes!"

Immediate answer!

The First Emperor seemed stunned for a moment, then blew on the white air on the tea and smiled: "Is that so?"

"But you can't accept rewards for nothing, and besides, you are still a subordinate who needs me to protect."

"But a gentleman never goes back on his words."

"If you have a daughter, when your daughter is born, I will send the best treasures of the Seven Kingdoms. If you have a son, then I will open the armory and let him take a sword, even Tai'a is fine."

"Ah, this..."

"Really? Tai'a..."

The First Emperor said casually: "The name of power is only with me. The reason why Tai'a stands out among the swords is only because the person holding this sword is me, not others. If your son likes it, it's okay to give it away."

"So, when are you going to have one?"

The First Emperor seemed serious.

Wei Yuan retreated.

"I'm going to cook!"

"Heh..."

A smile was on the corner of the monarch's mouth. Since the war, the First Emperor has lost the blessing of the imperial tomb, and his overall strength has fallen from the first line below the top ten of the Three Realms. It is as if he has changed his personality and truly has the appearance of growing old in the human world. His tone is gentle and peaceful, without the indifference of holding a sword and whipping the world in the past.

The white-clothed counselor in front said: "Your Majesty the First Emperor, what a good mood."

The First Emperor replied with a calm expression:

"The Great Qin no longer exists, and I am willing to let go of China."

"Naturally, I should also enjoy some ordinary pleasures."

The boy said: "Is that so?"

"Of course, what do you think I am thinking?"

"...Liang, I also think so..."

"Hahaha...as expected of a smart person."

The First Emperor, who had returned to his youth, laughed several times, supported himself with his sword, and brushed his sleeves. The ink-colored sleeves passed by like dark clouds covering the sky and the earth. He stepped forward and left, his eyes looking straight at the Three Realms. The white-clothed counselor shook his feather fan slightly, pressed it to his heart, bowed slightly, his eyes lowered, and his smile was gentle.

Black robes and white clothes passed by each other.

Zhuge Wuhou exhaled, turned his head and looked at the black-clothed monarch walking out of the museum.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Walking on thin ice.

Why are the people around Ah Yuan more difficult to deal with than the others?

The First Emperor, the creator of the Imperial Jade Seal, the wielder of the Twelve Bronze Men, which is slightly inferior to the Nine Cauldrons.

The Human Emperor who wields power.

A truly unparalleled overlord.

Retiring?!

Liang would rather believe that Ah Yuan will immediately comprehend the innate eight trigrams.

Ah, if it was Xuande, such a person, is really not someone I am good at dealing with.

The boy exhaled.

In the five thousand years of Yan and Huang, most of the heroes have their own personality characteristics. In a sense, they are all thorns. Guan Yunchang's thorns are actually easy to get along with in such a long time span.

If it weren't for Ah Yuan, these people would probably start fighting each other first.

Why not find a way to let Ah Yuan have children earlier and ease the contradictions of these guys...

After a meal, Qi, who sits outside the ten directions, wiped his mouth unhurriedly. The First Emperor had a calm expression. The Overlord of Western Chu forced himself not to look at the dignified monarch. Huo Qubing, who was beaten black and blue, gritted his teeth and stared at the Overlord of Chu. The mountain gods and water gods surrounded Jue. Ah Liang sighed.

He always felt that this table could start fighting at any time.

Then he silently collected intelligence and prepared backup plans for the possible riots of each thorn.

So none of the people at this table are normal.

At best, they are explicit or implicit.

But fortunately, there are other things that can divert attention. Wei Yuan carefully inquired about Su Yu'er and Chaoge City. As the only and most stable passage from the human world to Kunlun and the Great Wilderness at this moment, it is very important to them at this moment.

Yes, that's right, but Ah Liang noticed that Qi and the First Emperor also attached great importance to this matter.

For some reason, Nüjiao was tight-lipped about this matter.

She told them to find it themselves.

It's time to go out and find Daji's whereabouts...

Ah Liang's thoughts diverged.

The ancient monarch, the participating party in the most famous war in the Yanhuang God Dynasty.

And the most well-known existence in the line of the Nine-Tailed Fox.

Okay, are the thorns in the old street going to increase again? By the way, should I report to Longhu Mountain in advance? Ah, by the way, if [Di Xin] is used as a 'holy relic' to chain summon, can I also find the true spirits of Jiang Taigong and King Wu Jifa.

Then, Di Xin, the ghost god emperor, King Wu, the emperor of the sky, and Ying Zheng, the human emperor of power, the meeting of the three kings?

One has a fierce and violent personality, one has a kind and gentle personality, and one has a domineering and egoistic personality.

Ah... Ah Yuan, why did you dig me out?

I want to go back and lie down.

Yueying, take me away.

The boy suddenly began to miss the silence of death.

Is the opposition between these three and Xuande, Cao Cao, and Sun Zhongmou too terrifying?

"Su Daji's aura..."

Wei Yuan was thoughtful and said, "Then, let's go and take a look nearby now."

He raised his hand and patted Ah Liang on the back and said, "Ah Liang, you go too."

"Ah, okay..."

So the young counselor returned to reality, sighed, ate a piece of candy, and stood up reluctantly.

He turned his head and saw that Bai Ze had disappeared. The corners of his mouth twitched. Bai Ze, who was still there just now, had long heard the possibility of going on an assignment and slipped away directly, and very cautiously did not go to his room, but went to the room of the war soul.

He closed the door, and Bai Ze was triumphant.

During this period of going out to find someone, Wuhou will 100% take him along.

Slipped away in advance.

Well, but, this is the first time I have come to the place of the soldier soul.

I always feel that it is so clean that it doesn't look like a single male.

Bai Ze looked up and down, tsk tsking in wonder, and then suddenly found a locked place. With the character of the soldier soul, that was cultivated by General Qi Jiguang, upright and aboveboard, would he actually hide things?

Bai Ze suddenly itchy, struggled in his heart, turned his head as if nothing had happened.

He raised his hand and directly split the chain.

Born with mythological concepts, if Bai Ze really fights, there are not many people who can capture him.

"Hehe, let me see, it is said that these old-fashioned men whose rooms are particularly clean must hide little yellow books, just like in the comics, hehehe, old soldier, let me see!"

Bai Ze, who had a natural intuition for black history, triumphantly opened the box.

Inside was a thick stack of photos.

"Sure enough!"

"Hahaha, I found it...right?"

Bai Ze opened it, and then the smile on his face froze.

There were many photos on it, it was hard to imagine that a hard-line old man like the soldier soul would hide this thing, and then he saw the beauty on it, her hair as white as frost, braided on the left, and falling softly on the right, her eyes gentle, red as blood, with the kind of hope of looking at the light in the darkness, like the dawn.

??!

Bai Ze: "..."

His palms were stiff, and sweat broke out on his palms.

Damn!

Footsteps sounded, Bai Ze stiffly turned his head little by little, and saw the honest soldier soul standing quietly behind him, not knowing how long he had been standing, and then said faintly: "You have seen it all..."

Squeak—

The door closed slowly.

Bai Ze: "!!!"

"Damn it!"

"You, don't come over here!"

ps: Today's first update...