Beneath Buzhou Mountain, within an extremely hidden crevice.

A man surnamed Zhou looked around, frowning. Around him, strands of pure Yang and supremely firm dragon-shaped Qi circulated, concealing cause and effect, shielding his aura. This place was a tear in the earth from the great battle of turbid Qi back then, obtained at the cost of a large number of merit points in Guixu.

Not far away, his teammate Su Ke'er held a jade slip that was also swirling with energy, similarly concealing cause and effect.

The other teammates each had their own methods.

All of them had encountered fortuitous events during these past few missions, obtaining magical treasures that had the effect of concealing cause and effect, intending to come here to peek at the origins of Yuxu. However, they searched for a long time and still couldn't find the black-haired man with a blade on his back and twelve deadly flying knives on his waist, whom they had discussed with in Guixu.

The youth with a classical hairstyle and large, gentle eyes was puzzled, "Why interfere?"

Zhang Ruosu laughed a few times, looking around at all living things gathered here. He could hear the cries of Luan birds in the wind and the roars of tigers and leopards on the ground. Feeling more and more delighted, he said:

"Drink if you want to drink!

"Today's scenery is truly delightful. Later, I'll make you a bowl of talisman water to dispel the alcohol's effects. This time, I'll let you get drunk too."

He waved his hand magnanimously, directly conjuring a small wine cup. It also contained the method of "a pot within the heavens."

Enough to hold an entire reservoir's worth.

Then, with a flick of his hand, a water dragon-like entity flew out of his own wine gourd, majestic and complete with claws and scales, flying directly into the wine cup. Then, he handed it to the youth, smiling, "Come, little fellow, drink.

"Don't let the small size of this cup fool you. The amount inside is immense.

"Enough to fill you up today!"

The youth's eyes brightened slightly, holding the wine cup, only feeling a fragrant aroma.

He came from a royal family of the Age of Gods. Although not a large country, he was not short on wine. Taking advantage of Zhang Ruosu's conversation with the old man with some missing teeth next to him, and without noticing him, he held the wine cup in both hands, bold and unrestrained, and drank it all in one gulp.

By the time Zhang Ruosu noticed something was wrong, the seemingly well-behaved youth with the ancient hairstyle was already flushed red, hiccuping and swaying. The old Daoist saw that something was wrong and glanced at the wine cup, his lips twitching.

Holy crap?!!!

He drank it all?!

This little brat... Innate divine power? Zhang Ruosu's forehead twitched.

Just then, he suddenly heard the sound of whistling wind and snow, and his expression turned serious as he turned his head.

The ninety-year-old man stroked his beard, lowered his eyes, and looked up with a smile. The green ox he sat on, although not yet a sentient spirit, also seemed to sense a familiar aura and made a low sound.

Only the young cultivator swayed unsteadily, already knocked over by modern industrial baijiu (white alcohol).

And leaving an extremely strong shadow in his young mind.

The Guixu wanderers hiding in extremely concealed locations also looked up. "Finally here!!!"

The man surnamed Zhou was excited, his eyes widened, as he saw a white-haired Daoist in a green robe walking slowly in the void, holding the hand of a young Daoist who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, or perhaps fourteen or fifteen. The young Daoist had a flame mark between his eyebrows.

It faintly caused the jade pendant in his hand, which suppressed cause and effect, to hum incessantly. This, this is!

"Curator Wei, this, this is..."

A Xuan was startled by such a large display and subconsciously tightened his grip on the Daoist's sleeve. Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and smiled, "Listen to the Dharma later. Also, you have another junior brother..."

A Xuan was stunned, "Junior brother?"

"Yes."

Ye Ming technically entered later.

The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes, relying on the information he had 'gathered' in Guixu beforehand.

He saw the Guixu wanderers hiding with magical treasures. Hmm, very cautious and confident.

The Lord of Guixu indeed had some tricks up his sleeve. If he hadn't known their hiding place and the characteristics of their magical treasures in advance, he might have been fooled. But now, of course, that couldn't be allowed.

Nor could he casually deal with them.

His eyes swept across all living things, seeing Gonggong, Buzhou Mountain, and Nuwa.

The green-robed Daoist's white hair fell to his waist, tied at the end with a red string similar to jade.

His expression was calm and gentle, his five fingers slightly gathered in his sleeve. He had originally wanted to take a willow branch as a whip to imitate the [Mountain-Driving Whip] from mythology, but then he found it boring. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if reflecting the vastness of time and the myriad things of cause and effect.

The vast and boundless world seemed to be entirely within the Daoist's eyes, in the palm of his hand.

Cause and effect are constant, unchanging. The plain utterance resonated like the shaking of heaven and earth, the harmony of all laws.

"Those with fate, come; those without fate, depart."

Su Ke'er held the jade bead, even such a magical treasure that concealed cause and effect could only barely protect her, causing her body to tremble and her mind to go blank. At this time, she suddenly heard a rumbling sound, and the huge tremor made her limbs go limp, and she sat on the ground.

Then she saw the other Guixu wanderers moving quickly.

She saw mountains running, clouds retreating at a terrifying speed. No, they were not moving.

It was the earth and mountains themselves that were moving rapidly!

She widened her eyes, staring blankly as the crevice they were in seemed to come to life, as if following the Daoist's plain words, "those without fate, depart," and rumbled away, carrying them away to the distance.

Sitting down, traveling eighty thousand miles a day.

Fear appeared in the woman's eyes. "This, this is... Words becoming law?"

"Words becoming law!"

In boundless fear, she suddenly felt a loosening in her hand. The magical treasure connected to her heart and blood suddenly broke free, emitting a bright light. Its true spirit manifested, like a Qilin running and leaping among the mountains.

Then it was the pure Yang jade pendant, and the spiritual treasures that concealed cause and effect all flew out.

Transforming into a huge azure dragon, a long-singing fire phoenix.

And even a roaring tiger.

Then constantly shrinking, constantly swirling, flying into the Daoist's sleeve, without a trace of fanfare.

Severing the connection between mind and magical treasure in an instant?!