The statue wasn't particularly remarkable craftsmanship. One could discern the ancient human style, pursuing the spirit rather than the likeness. Eroded by the passage of time, it had become somewhat mottled. Yet, it had stood here for thousands of years, undoubtedly because the artisans of that era had used the best materials they could find.

Wei Yuan reached out, and the cloud-like energy, which should have been stone, flowed over and rested on his palm.

The Xuanhuang energy ceaselessly circulated, as if one could still hear the expectations and prayers of the masses.

Much of it contained the aura of [Hou].

Wei Yuan clenched his five fingers, grasping the causalities. He faintly 'saw' the disaster of the Turbid World in the past. The sea turned black, and the turbid Qi corrupted the Clear World. The entire sea area, spanning millions of miles, went crazy and violent, only to be suppressed by the gentle-faced woman, who rescued the creatures swept into the sea by the Turbid World waves.

Wei Yuan bore the karma of saving those people at that time.

So, theoretically, Wei Yuan could use this cloud-like magical treasure.

And within this yellow cloud, there was a very, very obvious aura of profoundness.

[Hou]'s partial foundational essence.

"And the continuous power of the masses' wishes and gratitude over the past six thousand years." Although not considered powerful, it at least had a faint tendency to transform into a spiritual treasure.

Wei Yuan was thoughtful.

It simultaneously occupied the pure power of both the [Earth] and [Human] categories.

The Qi of the earth's virtue of bearing all things, and the pure power of the masses' wishes.

It possessed powerful defensive capabilities for both the [physical body] and the [soul]. At the same time, it naturally possessed the divine ability to be as large or small as one wished, and to transform endlessly.

Wei Yuan thought for a moment, swept his Daoist robe, and a wisp of clear Qi flew out from his sleeve, flowing ceaselessly. It was a pity that there was a crack in it, causing the original roundness and flow to lose its perfection, and many problems appeared. It was the fragment of the sky.

It was a pity that when he fought against the Turbid World Fuxi.

He was forcibly attacked by the latter with the Divine Prison Heavenly Tribulation.

The Clear Qi of the Sky could not withstand it, and it was now in a state of self-healing after being shattered.

The Daoist looked at the yellow aura on the side, which carried the virtue of the earth and bore the hopes of the people, and then looked at the formless and immaterial, light and changing Clear Qi of the Sky. He muttered to himself: "[Heaven], [Earth], [Human], if we unite them with Daoist principles and fuse them together, we should be able to forge a treasure to resist the erosion of [Truth] with the pure wishes of the masses."

The Four Great Within the Realm, circulating endlessly, forming a self-contained system.

It would be far more effective than just the earth's virtue of bearing all things and the pure wishes of the masses.

It was equivalent to every prayer of the hundred coastal tribes over the past six thousand years being regarded as an anchor point.

Enough to resist Truth to a considerable extent.

Of course, it was impossible to completely counterbalance one of the Ten Great Peaks.

However, the time it took to resist its authority was enough for Wei Yuan to kill that [Truth] with a single sword strike.

Wei Yuan reached out, just about to collect this cloud of Qi. As the Qi rose, he felt the earth beneath his feet begin to.

Violently shake, as if this land could not bear it. The waves that had already calmed down suddenly became turbulent, majestic and terrifying, as if they were about to erupt in an instant.

Wei Yuan paused.

He looked at this yellow celebratory cloud, thoughtfully:

"Is it because the power of the masses' wishes, and the foundation of the earth left behind by [Hou], that they suppressed the turbid Qi sea here?"

He turned to look at the city behind this place and saw the residents inside. The reason why this place was safe and sound, and the turbid Qi sea could not invade, was simply because this treasure was suppressing the Qi. If Wei Yuan took this item away now, it would be equivalent to opening the floodgates in an instant. The turbid Qi and waves would turn into waves in the next moment, rushing fiercely and domineeringly towards the front, bringing all the cities and mountains under the tide of the Turbid World.

In the end, it would lead to a large-scale outbreak of turbid Qi and death.

Wei Yuan thought for a moment, and his five fingers spread slightly, the Clear Qi of the Sky escaped and surged towards the yellow cloud of Qi. Then, the Clear Qi of the Sky and the Xuanhuang cloud Qi presented a circular state, surrounding each other and flowing endlessly. They could not be integrated together, let alone be tempered into one.

"... I only know how to make pottery and cook. This thing, refining magical treasures, is not my specialty."

Wei Yuan had a headache.

Perhaps only Zhurong was qualified to refine this thing.

Only by defeating the Turbid World and allowing Zhurong to return to normal.

Only then could Zhurong refine this treasure for Wei Yuan.

Then, how could he be sure of defeating the Truth of the Turbid World?

Answer, he needed this magical treasure.

Wasn't this going in circles?

Wei Yuan rubbed his temples, complaining in his heart for a moment, and then tried hard to find useful methods in his mind. The techniques of refining weapons from the Black Ice Terrace in the past were obviously not qualified. During the Three Kingdoms period, he only specialized in talismans and some Taoist arts, which would not work. During the Tang Dynasty... damn it, Chang'an Sword during the Tang Dynasty was helped by Xuanzang.

Modern technology?

Not to mention that he couldn't get out now.

Modern technology had no problem with the forging of ordinary steel. The reforged Chang'an Sword had definitely reached the upper level of divine weapons.

However, this was a mysterious concept. It was using clouds to cast weapons and magical treasures. The progress of the human world in this project was still relatively low. Re-developing the ability to dabble in these special materials would probably require a considerable amount of time to re-climb the technology tree. This time consumption was too long.

Until Wei Yuan searched the memories that Nuwa had packed for him in his mind.

His expression froze slightly.

Then his pupils widened.

Huh?

This is...

A trace of surprise flashed across Wei Yuan's face.

There really was!

Of course, Nuwa was not good at refining magical treasures, but Fuxi was different. Innate Bagua, Qimen formations, even many of the magical weapons and treasures of later generations, could not do without these things. A series of images appeared in front of Wei Yuan's eyes, seeing Fuxi saying triumphantly to Nuwa: "A'wa, do you know, about the refining of many magical treasures in this world?"

"Hmph, that kid Zhurong uses the fire of the myriad worlds and the water of the East Sea to forge magical treasures."

"Exhausting the power of humans and gods is not bad."

"However, it is ultimately acquired. What is acquired? Using manpower, using flames, using the power of gods, performing all kinds of incredible actions to give weapons supernatural powers. It takes a long time, or several years, or hundreds of years, to finally become a weapon. The power is indeed good, but it is still a little weak."

"And the innate thing is a superior spiritual object that is naturally born. Just ignore it."

"Although it is said to be made by heaven and earth, round and flawless, it is too random. No one knows what it will produce. There are even those that are made by heaven and earth, and will never be hot or cold as long as they are held in the hand, but cannot fight; there is a broken blade that radiates cold light but can only cut lifeless things. No one knows what use the item in hand will be."

"Both innate and acquired are the worst choices. Your brother, I, have just realized how to forge my own weapons."

"The real method of forging weapons is to use heaven and earth as a furnace, and yin and yang, clear and turbid, as charcoal."

"Use the many spiritual concepts of this myriad of things as copper and iron."

"Then replace the heart of heaven with my heart, and forge it with the laws of all living beings..."

"The method of forging this thing is neither innate nor acquired, it is round and unhindered, all laws avoid it, and all laws do not touch it..."

Fuxi was bragging in front of the young Nuwa.

He said a lot in a flamboyant manner, and then casually wrote down the first line of the Qian hexagram on a piece of white paper. The Vault of Heaven and Myriad Laws, originally a chaotic mess, suddenly split from the middle in an instant, with great momentum. Fuxi's opening of the sky with one stroke attracted the attention of the Heavenly Emperor and Huntian at that time. The young man's face stiffened, without the slightest interest, turned around, and reached out.

He grabbed his sister under his arm.

Slipped away.

The scene dissipated, and the corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

So, that's the reason for the One Stroke Opening the Sky?

Bragging in front of his sister, and his sister didn't believe him.

So, in order to prove that he was really awesome, he simply and neatly opened the sky with one stroke.

To make a big one.

He ran away after attracting the attention of Huntian and Dijun at that time. As expected of you, Fuxi!

In order to make his sister happy, he even split the sky once.

Fuxi, this guy, really has no bottom line in doing things, no... can't say that.

It can only be said that Nuwa is his moral bottom line.

With Nuwa around, Fuxi is still Fuxi.

If something happens to Nuwa...

Wei Yuan shook his head and did not continue to think about it. He once again sincerely thanked Nuwa for the [Ancient Knowledge Gift Pack · Compilation Version], and also thanked Fuxi. Then he turned to look at the two auras in front of him and muttered to himself: "...Innate tempering, causal blending, right..."

The Daoist seemed to have grasped the core.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his vast True Spirit Divine Sense was no longer controlled, allowing it to cover the world.

He 'saw' children whose fathers and brothers had ventured out and had not returned.

He 'saw' ordinary people who were panic-stricken in the face of this terrifying turbid Qi and didn't know what to do.

He 'saw' people whose bodies were already weak, but because of the turbid Qi entering their bodies, their illnesses worsened again and they were desperate.

He 'saw' many people who were shocked and died from the turbid Qi, and heard their last wish was still that this disaster would pass sooner. They held the hands of their relatives by the bed, saying they hoped to see the sun during the day again. He even saw ferocious beasts roaring at the sky, wolves howling sadly, the withering of flowers, plants and trees, and the folding wings of butterflies...

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Even in the state of neither joy nor sorrow at this time, he still had compassion. The Daoist's Taishang Wangqing (Supreme Emptiness) does not mean that he does not love all things.

It is precisely to treat all things and living beings equally. Because of the great love for all things, he abandoned his own small emotions.

Wei Yuan suddenly understood Dijun's saying of Great Love for the World.

Suddenly, he muttered to himself:

"No Sect, No Supreme."

"Taishang Wangqing."

"I am the Yuanshi Tianzun."

His five fingers clenched, and his sleeves covered the two auras. Then, the turbid Qi surged, and the sea was turbulent, with waves rising and falling, roaring like thunder, as if they were about to sweep across the world. The Daoist stepped forward three steps, Taiqing, Taishang, Yuxu, standing between heaven and earth. His left hand pinched a void, symbolizing the state of Wuji (Limitless) when "heaven and earth were not formed, chaos was not opened, and all things were not born."

His right hand held a void.

To commemorate the time of chaos when yin and yang were not distinguished.

His voice was calm and said: "Go."

The fragment of the sky transformed into clear Qi.

The Xuanhuang of the earth followed closely behind.

Between heaven and earth, a roar vibrated in an instant.

In most areas of the South China Sea, East China Sea, and West China Sea, the sky was already filled with countless dim dark red streamers. Turbid Qi flowed, and blood lightning filled the sky. Suddenly, a bright and dazzling streamer appeared in the void, swift and composed, covering up the red dimness, suppressing the blood lightning, bright and warm. Then, all the creatures in the entire South China Sea, East China Sea, and West China Sea subconsciously raised their heads.

They heard the light and casual voice from above the Nine Heavens:

"Go."

Then, heaven and earth tore apart.

The Daoist's sleeves fluttered, and his right hand was behind his back.

The Xuanhuang Zhutian Qingyun (Celebratory Clouds of the Heavens) suddenly unfolded.

The yellow cloud Qi surged, supporting the Turbid World and suppressing the sea below. Vastly spanning thousands of miles, in the Turbid World, he reopened a world.

The Daoist stood within it.

His mind was without sorrow or joy.

Suddenly, he felt something and looked into the distance.

At the core of the Turbid Qi.

[Truth] was frowning and pondering the Daoist. Suddenly, his expression condensed slightly and he looked in that direction.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted.

A terrifying killing intent crossed heaven and earth and directly locked onto him.