Chapter 107 Old Grudges

"Cough, cough, cough… That scum snake Fuxi, he's really going for it."

Outside the River of Time, Wei Yuan clutched his chest. Fuxi definitely aimed to kill with that move. Dark-hearted and ruthless, but unfortunately, Head Curator Wei had fought him hundreds if not thousands of times, and was already intimately familiar with his moves.

'Still using such an outdated starting move to attack me?'

Old thing, your moves are the most useless!

Damn it!

The Daoist flipped him off, feeling that his Innate Qi body was about to be used up. After all, his own foundation couldn't compare to Fuxi's. The reason he managed to turn the tables with one move was partly because the guy was too careless, and partly because he was so familiar with the moves.

However, this was the limit.

Fuxi was, after all, one of the strongest. When he encountered [himself from the future] trying to snatch away A’Wa, he obviously triggered an enraged buff. In the end, his realm was still empty. On the one hand, he hadn't even created or perfected his own unique cultivation method.

On the other hand, he had too few imprints, only existing in the [past] and [present].

As for the future, he had none at all.

After all, he didn't have [Myriad Stars and Phenomena], [Vast Earth and Sky], or [Mount Buzhou] like those others – iconic coordinates that existed in the past, present, and future, piercing through all time. Others could look up and see the sky, with its myriad stars and phenomena, stand on the earth, and walk between the heaven and earth supported by Mount Buzhou.

These figures' anchors and concepts would be naturally recognized and observed.

Their existence would be taken for granted.

That's why Wei Yuan wanted to try to use Old Buzhou's Mount Buzhou to connect the concepts of Mount Buzhou and his own [Jade Void Palace]. As long as people saw Mount Buzhou, they would think of the Jade Void Palace. Using a false image to cultivate the truth, grafting one thing onto another.

In a word, it was borrowing.

In two words, it was freeloading.

In three words, it was hitching a ride.

"...Damn it, is Zhao Gongming's curse really that powerful?"

The white-haired Daoist ruffled his hair until it was a mess. The thought that he had to leech off others even for the first step of establishing his own Dao style and laying down his first core landmark made him feel like the word "poverty" had seeped into every drop of his blood.

Every pore of the Jade Void Palace Yuanshi Heavenly Lord of the mortal realm flowed with poverty and debt.

However, this time could still be considered a gain.

At least he had tried the possibility of stepping into the River of Time and returning to the past. Traveling through the ages was wonderful, but the restrictions were also great. First, there had to be clear time coordinates.

For example, Jia Yi, or rather, a [brand].

Otherwise, he would get lost directly in the River of Time. Going back too early or too late would be fine.

The worst thing would be if he took one step and didn't even know which era he had been flung into.

Second, he couldn't interfere with the past.

Or rather, it was extremely strict. Under normal circumstances, enjoying delicious food, traveling to see the scenery, and wandering the Northern Sea in the morning and the Cangming Sea in the evening were all fine. But once he tried to interfere with the past again, it would bring a huge backlash. Before, it was the [Hun Tian aura] that had protected him.

Secondly, it was because of the [collapse of Mount Buzhou] that he had supported the heavens and the earth, and that era needed him.

But Wei Yuan discovered that, relying on the extremely pushed [Law Follows Words], there was a small probability that he could try to indirectly communicate with those who had entered the tribulation in that era. For example, he imitated the Hun Tian letter and left a letter for [Hou Tu].

Inside contained a strand of Wei Yuan's own sword qi.

In special circumstances, it could be thrown out as a move. It could also be considered a preliminary attempt in terms of karma…

Hopefully, it wouldn't end up in a tragic situation where, although the letter containing the sword qi was delivered, it couldn't be used when thrown out…

No, it shouldn't. It shouldn't.

My luck shouldn't be that bad.

The Daoist smiled self-deprecatingly, not lingering here. His own [Innate Qi] was about to be exhausted. Based on Head Curator Wei's understanding of a certain scum-human and snake-scum hybrid, after appeasing the Wa Emperor, He would definitely rush here as quickly as possible to take revenge.

Wei Yuan wasn't worried. He flicked the spiritual materials in his hand and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Almost in the next instant.

Ripples appeared in space, and many laws and concepts flowed, transforming into a dashing and unrestrained youth in a green shirt. His eyes were like dragons and snakes, sweeping around, and he also casually calculated the secrets of heaven. He frowned, "Always one step away? Only one step away?"

"Hmph, karma…"

"I don't believe it!"

He flicked his sleeves and shattered those karmas, secrets of heaven, and fates. He instantly took a step, filled with killing intent, and continued to pursue relentlessly. But no matter what means He used, the distance between him and the other party was always that line of chasm, forever only able to see his back, unable to get close by even half a point.

Until the end, the Daoist stood in the void, suddenly turned his head, his eyes ancient, surrounded by a layer of real but also illusory firmament, which made the young Fuxi's heart sink slightly, instinctively vigilant. His face showed a hearty smile and said, "You're finally willing to turn your head?"

The white-haired Daoist looked at him deeply, his eyes deep and profound, and said calmly:

"You can't catch up with me."

His voice paused slightly, his fingers gently stroked across the fate and years in front of him, his expression desolate, and said:

"Fate is like this."

Then the white-haired Daoist, whose face could not be seen clearly, cupped his hands and shook a salute.

He completely disappeared in front of Fuxi's eyes.

The smile on Fuxi's face disappeared bit by bit, and his huge divine sense swept across the surrounding area, but he gained nothing, leaving only the fear in his eyes - "Karma, fate..."

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"...He's really holding a grudge."

"If I hadn't sneaked over from the future, if the fate of the living beings of heaven and earth hadn't turned into a long river to block between us, that scum snake would definitely have been able to catch up... Sss, wait, why does it feel like this guy's operation is so skilled?"

"Search for abnormal timelines, and then filter out these timelines from the concept of the innate eight trigrams."

"Finally, directly follow the karma to kill over."

"It's all too skilled. How many times has this guy done this?"

"Who has He been chasing and killing so many times?"

The white-haired Daoist rubbed his eyebrows and finally fell into silence.

Ah, after all, that's Fuxi.

This answer is too clear and visible.

Faced with this kind of terrifying thing.

Whether it is a saint with a high level of morality or a scumbag with a low level of morality will fall into silence.

Then Head Curator Wei rationally decided not to delve into this matter any further.

Sure enough, this guy is really problematic as the Grand Purity Moral Celestial, the Grand Supreme Moral Celestial is almost the Grand Bottom Moral Baseline, if [Hun Tian] is still there, it would be most appropriate for Hun Tian to receive the seal of this position...

He grasped the secrets of heaven and karma, moved his body, and dissipated into nothing.

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Jade Void Palace Small World.

Jia Yi was sweeping the ground. It had already watered today's spiritual materials, counted the creatures raised in this Jade Void Palace, and repaired the damaged and weathered ground. The green bamboo forest became more secluded, and the projection of the great sun in this small world was also warm and gentle.

The automaton Jia Yi sat next to the first tree of that year, repeating the process of completing the five-element formation cycle. After all, it was only a prototype-level automaton. Even if it had eavesdropped on the Daoist discussions of Wei Yuan and the others, the parts it had grasped and the parts it could actually use skillfully were quite limited.

Day after day, life had been repeated for thousands of years.

But Jia Yi didn't find it boring.

On the contrary, it was full of anticipation.

Because when the Master returned, it would be able to see a more complete and solid Jade Void Palace defense formation.

It would be able to see the flourishing spirit herb garden, and the abundant material reserves in the Taoist temple. Just thinking about these things, even for a pure mechanical creation with not very strong spirituality, Jia Yi felt a real joy in its heart.

As for when the Master would return?

Jia Yi was not worried at all, because the Master had said that he would be back soon this time, so it would wait slowly. And it had calculated that its existence should be several thousand years long, so it was not in a hurry at all. The Master could also slowly do his own things and did not need to rush back.

Even, Jia Yi was thinking, it would be best if it could come back later.

That way, it could decorate the entire temple once, so that the flowers and trees planted by the Daoist back then would bloom all over the small world. It would be best in spring, so that you could see the birth of all things. Summer would also be good, with green trees and lush flowers and plants. In autumn, a piece of golden color surrounds the Jade Void, and there is also Qingya in the bleakness, and winter is actually very good.

If the fallen white snow is swept away, it will be even more Qingjing of this Daoist door.

In the spring, birds chirped, and birds and beasts fell on Jia Yi, who had no aura of life. Because it had no characteristics of life, Jia Yi was often regarded by the creatures born in these small worlds as an inherent thing in this world, like a rockery or a bluestone, and often played with it closely.

The sound of the formation opening and closing came from outside, but it did not sense a familiar aura. Jia Yi was nervous, picked up the broom in his hand, and rushed out in a hurry. Although the tone was still a bit rigid, it was faintly alert, and said: "Which guest is it?"

Jia Yi rushed outside the main hall.

I saw the Daoist in white hair and green shirt under the tree where the three of them discussed the Taoism back then, looking up at the flowers blooming on the tree, looking at the Jade Void Palace Taoist temple, focused and lost in thought, just like when he left back then, but unfortunately, there was no longer the dark and profound [Hun Tian] and the Hou who carried virtue and carried things, and there was inevitably a bit of bleakness.

Jia Yi's mind was stagnant, and it was obviously just a mechanical creation, but a great joy arose in its heart.

"Master..."

"From now on, you should call him Head Teacher."

The white-haired Daoist shrugged and said a sentence like a joke, stretched out his hand to catch the falling flowers, and then casually let them fall again, just like back then, and said: "Make a pot of tea, the kind I liked back then."

"Yes, Master!"

Jia Yi's voice was excited.

Then he paused, and then realized, and said: "Yes, Head Teacher."

It served the Daoist a pot of tea and curiously said:

"Master..., Head Teacher, are you going to open a sect?"

"Well, probably." The Daoist took a sip of tea and sighed. Sure enough, Jia Yi's tea was more to his liking. He said, "By the way, I also want to introduce you to your brother..."

The white-haired Daoist's voice paused slightly, thinking of the Vice-Monarch of Heaven at this moment, his eyes were quite playful.

I really want to see the expression on that guy's face when he calls Jia Yi his brother.

Well, strictly speaking, they are cousins?

After all, when Jia Yi was created, [Hou Tu] also tried to transform the talisman.

But the creation of Ye Ming has nothing to do with Head Curator Wei at all.

It is the ultimate creation of [Hou] and [Wa Emperor].

The top experts of the first echelon below the top ten peaks.

Wait, how should this relationship be sorted out?

Myself and Hou Tu jointly created and perfected Jia Yi.

Hou Tu and the Wa Emperor jointly created Ye Ming.

And I am also the human race opened up by the Wa Emperor... From this point of view, myself and Ye Ming are brothers to some extent?

Head Curator Wei was slightly stunned, and then crossed his left and right hands with his fingers against his chin.

I am the uncle of my 'brother', and I also created the brother of my 'brother'?

Yuanshi Heavenly Lord, fell into contemplation.

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Great Wilderness Southern Region.

"Oh my god, baldie, can you do it or not..."

Hu Di cried weakly. His obesity was beyond imagination, and Yuanjue over there was already sweating on his forehead, and said: "Master benefactor, please bear with me a little, the poor monk is a monk, but the path of this brand is completely Taoist."

"There's no way... This is not the right major, and the Buddha can't do anything about it."

Yuanjue's bald head was sweating.

The Buddha's brand in front of him was completely Taoist, and finally turned into a Buddha, with a gentle face and said: "Amitabha, the Buddha friend's password is wrong, please log in again..."

"The Buddha friend's password is wrong, please log in again..."

"The Buddha friend's password is wrong three times, this brand will suspend service for three hours."

Yuanjue: "…………"

Hu Di: "…………"

"There is only one choice left..." the monk whispered.

"One choice?" Hu Di was nervous.

The monk raised his head little by little, looked at Hu Di, and said seriously:

"Master, which service do you like, the Buddhist rebirth curse or the Taoist soul crossing method?"

Hu Di's expression was sluggish: "Hey, hey, hey!"

Don't give up on me so easily!

I think I can still be saved!

………………

At this time, the depths of the Nine Nether.

The woman in the blue shirt was playing with the bell in her hand. A few strands of white hair had grown on her temples, her expression was peaceful and gentle, and the sound of footsteps came. The god officer guarding in this deepest place frowned, his right hand on the sword, ready to stop the disturber who appeared here regardless of the Lord's order.

She stepped out, her expression slightly sinking, quite displeased, and then saw the person coming.

The movement froze, and her pupils contracted.

An unspeakable fear instantly clenched her heart, causing her heart to beat faster and faster, as if it was about to completely burst her chest, her face was pale, her movements were stiff, and she watched helplessly as the gray-robed, cold and indifferent temperament God passed her, without turning around, just slowly walked into this room, stepped into the depths of the Nine Nether.

Above the Nine Nether Firmament, the huge Zhulong true body slowly swam, the scales opened and closed, breathing like clouds, vast and mighty.

The kings of the Nine Nether do not see each other.

But today, the routine has been broken.

The woman in the blue shirt raised her eyes to look at another 'herself', the corner of her mouth raised a smile: "You're here."

She played with the bell in her hand and asked softly:

"Are you here to collect debts?"