Wei Yuan!

The two familiar words fell into his ears like a thunderclap.

Images flashed before him – from the Tang Dynasty, when he and Yuan Tiangang completed the Tui Bei Tu (Push Back Diagram) and left the Wohu Token (Crouching Tiger Token), saying that during the great calamity, a person named Wei Yuan would appear, and then he left.

Even as Wei Yuan began to lose his memory due to the backlash from fate and the side effects of that all-sacrificing sword strike, he still recalled the words he spoke to Yuan Tiangang in the Tang Dynasty. He felt a violent struggle within him, his eyes widening as he realized that he was not his grandfather's child at all, but had been brought to him by the woman in the image before him.

But, who was she?

Why was he brought to his current life by her after his birth?

He seemed to want to see clearly who that woman was, his eyes widening. The authority of the Yuanshi Tianzun unconsciously flowed unceasingly.

At that moment in the human world, the baby, who should have been swaddled tightly, suddenly slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes were bright and intelligent, like a clever child, yet they didn't seem like those of a newborn at all. The still-young Wei family patriarch was stunned to see that the child's eyes were gentle and profound, with a hint of astonishing serenity, as peaceful as the night sky above.

Then, Wei Yuan saw the woman holding an oil-paper umbrella on a snowy day.

He saw her dignified and beautiful features, radiant and captivating. Her eyes sparkled with brilliance. She was not only a peerless beauty, but also possessed the majesty of a deity. He was slightly taken aback. Even as his memories began to slowly fade, Wei Yuan recognized her. It was the woman who had asked him more than once if he regretted his choices.

The Kunlun Queen Mother of the West!

"Hmm, truly intelligent. It seems it was worth it."

"The only one in all realms, the only one in all time?"

Just as Wei Yuan recognized her, the dignified woman laughed generously. Suddenly, she extended two fingers and directly touched the child's brow. In that instant, the Kunlun Xi Huang (Queen Mother of the West), one of the ten peak existences, placed a temporary seal on Wei Yuan's true spirit, causing him to unconsciously forget about his parents as he grew up, only remembering that he and his grandfather were dependent on each other.

Then, the graceful and generous beauty smiled brightly. With a flick of her fingers, she took the baby from Wei Yuan's grandfather's arms. The corners of her lips curved slightly. She released the oil-paper umbrella with her right hand, but the umbrella, its surface like a frozen jade dragon amidst snowy peaks, did not fall. It merely hovered in the air, slowly rotating.

Then, she raised her right hand, her thumb gently hooking the nail of her middle finger. Her palm was fair and slender, like beautiful jade, softer than jade and whiter than snow. The corners of her lips curved slightly, and she gathered momentum.

Explosion!

With a *bo er* sound, a finger flick struck the brow of the infant Yuanshi Tianzun.

??!

The child froze, then his dark eyes filled with tears.

Finally, with two large bags of tears, he burst into loud sobs.

The Xi Huang, with a smile of vengeance fulfilled and the joy of meeting an old friend, said, "Cry, cry, cry your heart out. Your tears make me happy."

"Who told you to dare knock on my forehead back in the Ming Dynasty? Ahem, I mean, since ancient times, no one has dared to take such advantage of me, making me suffer such a great loss. No, no, no."

"The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I feel like just one flick is not enough."

The noble woman extended her fingers and tapped the child's forehead repeatedly, *dang dang dang dang dang*.

The old Wei, who was nearby, was shocked and rushed forward, snatching the child back into his arms. He nervously checked the baby over and angrily said, "You, you, you! What are you doing?! How can you hit him like that? This child was just born not long ago, and you're an adult. What if you break his head?"

"Break his head...?"

The dignified woman was stunned, then seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world.

She couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

Her laughter was clear and melodious, like jade breaking in the Kunlun Mountains. Although it was a rather undignified laugh, it was still so dazzling that it made people lose their minds. It was hard to imagine why such a beauty would laugh so heartily at such an obvious worry, as if it were truly the most ridiculous joke.

"Don't, don't worry."

"His head can't be broken with just a flick."

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fair fingers, took a breath, and said, "His head is really hard, though."

"Like hundred-refined King Kong iron." After saying this, she couldn't help but laugh again.

She laughed for a long time before finally calming down.

"Hoo, well, my mood is finally a bit better."

"Don't worry, if you raise this child, you'll get a great reward."

Wei Yuan's grandfather held the child and retorted angrily, "Since he's my child,"

"Of course, I'll raise him. What reward do I need?!"

"Take it back, take it back!"

The noble and beautiful woman was stunned, smiled freely, and put away the wealth she was about to take out, saying:

"It must be fate that brought you together."

She didn't dwell on these things.

She grasped the oil-paper umbrella painted with the scenery of a jade dragon amidst a snowy kingdom, flicked her sleeves freely, turned and walked away. Behind her was the bustling human world, with snowflakes falling from the sky. The woman wore light-colored, thin-soled shoes, a long dress, and carried an oil-paper umbrella. Many jade ornaments at her waist gently collided, making a clanging sound, yet it only felt unrestrained.

She looked back at the humble home, the old man and the child.

Suddenly, she whispered playfully and stepped forward.

"He who cares for the Heavenly Venerate will be free from all diseases and suffering."

"He who cares for the Heavenly Venerate will be free from all evil and calamity."

"May he live out his years and die without illness."

"May he see the red dust of the human world and enjoy a lifetime free from disaster."

Only the oil-paper umbrella in her hand lightly spun, the jade ornaments at her waist rang clearly, above her were snowflakes falling on the human world, behind her were ten thousand *zhang* of mortal affairs.

Kunlun Xi Huang. The image ended, and Wei Yuan groaned, taking a step back. This was, after all, a move left behind by an expert of the same level, one of the ten peaks, stronger than his current power. The Kunlun God System's master had personally left a seal on him when he was at his weakest. "And it was extremely secretive, extremely difficult to find. Only now, by chance, was it triggered, allowing me to see this scene."

The image dissipated, but many doubts still churned in Wei Yuan's heart.

Why was the Queen Mother of the West able to find his reincarnated self?

What was she trying to accomplish by suppressing this memory?

Where exactly was the Queen Mother of the West? What had she done? Was that once-in-a-century heavy snow related to her?

As these questions churned, they were incredibly intense and vivid, but in the blink of an eye, they faded in color. This memory also fell into slumber in an instant. Up until this moment, Wei Yuan's various experiences in the modern human world were temporarily sealed, and he briefly entered a state of amnesia. Then, the memories of the Ming Dynasty followed, from the last encounter with the Queen Mother of the West, to sending away Xiaoqing, assassinating Jiajing, and encountering the reincarnated Shi Pan Tuo – countless past memories fading and disappearing against the normal timeline.

He had too many memories, too weighty.

Even if his true spirit was asleep, it was impossible to forget and suppress everything in an instant.

It required a gradual process.

Just as Wei Yuan was about to forget everything, he suddenly heard thunder rumbling in his ears. Then, a streak of blood-colored lightning exploded in the sky, rushing across the heavens with an unparalleled domineering aura.

It arrived before Wei Yuan in an instant. Seeing the swordsman, whose aura was fluctuating, one hand on his forehead, his face filled with pain, the Turbid World Thunder God was stunned, then sneered:

"So, the mere rebellion against convention could unleash such a sword strike. It seems you paid a heavy price."

"Nuwa's power has its limits. Your body is severely injured, your divine soul is damaged, and even your true spirit has entered a state of slumber. Daring to resist in such a weakened state? Why not surrender immediately!" Language was just bait and a weapon to paralyze the opponent's thoughts. In an instant, the tall and slender Turbid World Thunder Lord attacked fiercely.

Blood-colored thunder shook the heavens. Streaks of blood-colored light twisted and turned, radiating an extremely terrifying power.

Then, they twisted and coiled, transforming into a huge blood sword that tore through the sky. In a flash, it crashed down with lightning speed. Between heaven and earth, countless lightning plasma crashed down, emitting extreme destructive power, extreme danger and slaughter, and terrifying high temperatures enough to incinerate the true spirit. Suddenly, a sword cry was heard. The Turbid World Thunder Lord recoiled in pain, feeling an unbearable piercing pain between her brows.

The sword light swept across fiercely.

Stepping forward, sweeping a sleeve.

The swordsman, who clearly no longer had the Kunlun Sword in his hand, broke through the endless lightning blockade in an instant.

Long robes, white hair, sword energy rolling on the sleeve.

In an instant, he traversed three thousand *li*.

Straight into the sky!

"What?!"

Aura connected, only the sword matters.

Countless thunders roared and raged, yet a central stream separated from within.

In this world, abundant primordial energy became a long sword.

Cleaving mountains, cutting through water, even that magnificent thunder, could be split in two with a single sword strike.

People say that one can muster strength at the first drumbeat, weaken at the second, and fail at the third; and that the soaring dragon will regret, and fullness cannot last long. After reaching the limit and peak, the decline of aura is an unstoppable change. But no matter how much it declines,

That sharp edge could not be completely dissipated. The Daoist exchanged several blows with the Thunder Lord in an instant. In the sky, there was thunder, and on the ground, there was also thunder, transforming into a grand and terrifying prison of thunder.

Restraining yang and hardness, any living being that touched a bit would be destroyed in both body and soul.

It was the authority of pure combat.

The swordsman rolled his sleeves and clenched his fingers fiercely. Even in a state of memory loss, he still displayed an extremely terrifying realm of swordsmanship. Thunder gathered, transforming into a cyan-purple long sword. It was as if this swordsman, in this state of amnesia, had emptied his mind, no longer bound by what a sword should be. Even if it was the enemy's thunder.

As long as it's in my hand.

Then it is a sword.

It is this three-foot Qingfeng!

The Turbid World Foundation, who was rushing after the Thunder Lord on the orders of the Turbid World Great Lord, only saw the terrifying thunder and lightning from afar. Streaks of purple thunder and blood-colored thunder, containing violent power, crashed down on one point, creating a terrifying picture of the end of the world, the destruction of all things. Then, a cold light suddenly slashed horizontally, separating the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the thunder was extinguished.

Only a faint sword light remained, fading into the distance.

By the time he arrived, he saw the Turbid World Thunder Lord reaching out, pressing against her cheek. A hideous sword mark had slashed across her beautiful face, slicing the cheek along with her right eye into a bloody mess. The dense sword intent permeated the surroundings, causing her body to tremble slightly. She never expected that the swordsman, even though exhausted, still possessed such terrifying power.

The waning moon does not change its light.

The broken sword does not change its strength.

The Turbid World Thunder Lord stopped.

And Wei Yuan finally broke out of the Turbid World and returned to Kunlun.

Large pieces of his memory scattered. By this time, he no longer remembered even the things he had experienced in the Kunlun Mountains, nor the white-haired girl. Modern, Ming Dynasty, all memories scattered.

In the end, he stopped at the time when Xuanzang passed away in the Tang Dynasty, when he and Geng Chen ascended Kunlun Mountain, staggering and kneeling, walking down the mountain.

And at this time.

That white-haired girl with deep, dark pupils had been waiting in the human world for a full thirty years.

ps: Today's first update….

Wei Yuan chose his name in the Tang Dynasty, when he and Yuan Tiangang, the incarnation of Zhujiuyin, completed the Tui Bei Tu (Push Back Diagram).

The Tang Dynasty ended and died, and the Ming Dynasty had nothing to do with the Tang Dynasty... Only Xuanzang's Buddhism led to the awakening of his true spirit.

I saw some book reviews that got it wrong before, so I'm explaining it.