"That's me..."

"That's me..."

A faint sense of recognition and bewilderment, a wordless feeling of disbelief mixed with undeniable reality. He watched as the connection through the Heavenly Court talisman faded, the image no longer that of a junior he could amusingly observe.

Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That's... Curator Wei?" Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself and even greeted him before leaving.

"Yes…"

"The Curator Wei you know. The Celestial Venerable of Yuxu Palace. The peerless figure who will soon dominate the world, one of the top figures of this era, perhaps eleven, twelve, or thirteen at most, at the peak of his power. He can suppress the world with a flick of his hand and protect an entire realm." Hu Di sighed, expressing his regrets and lamentations.

It was a rare moment of remorse and resentment for allowing himself to drift for so long.

He felt regret for not cherishing his talent and realm. To stagnate for ten thousand years and fail to take that final step was truly disgraceful, surpassed by Houtu, Zhurong, and the other juniors.

"That's me..."

"That's me..." The increasingly gaunt Hu Di murmured to himself, a dreamlike feeling of illusion and bewilderment. A faint, wordless sense of disbelief mingled with undeniable reality. He watched as the image connected through the Heavenly Court talisman slowly dissipated. The person on the other side was no longer the junior he had first met, no longer someone he could watch for amusement.

Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That's... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished. Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself and even greeted him before leaving.

"Yes…"

"The Curator Wei you know. The Celestial Venerable of Yuxu Palace. The peerless figure who will soon dominate the world, one of the top figures of this era, perhaps eleven, twelve, or thirteen at most, at the peak of his power. He can suppress the world with a flick of his hand and protect an entire realm, the master of the Great Dao."

Hu Di sighed, expressing his regrets and lamentations.

It was a rare moment of remorse and resentment for allowing himself to drift for so long.

He felt regret for not cherishing his talent and realm. To stagnate for ten thousand years and fail to take that final step was truly disgraceful, surpassed one by one by Houtu, Zhurong, and the other juniors. "That's me..."

"That's me..."

The increasingly gaunt Hu Di murmured to himself, a dreamlike feeling of illusion and bewilderment. A faint, wordless sense of disbelief mingled with undeniable reality. He watched as the image connected through the Heavenly Court talisman faded, the person on the other side no longer the junior he had first met.

No longer someone he could watch for amusement.

Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight

"That's... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself and even greeted him before leaving.

"Yes…"

The peerless figure who will soon dominate the world, one of the top figures of this era, perhaps eleven, twelve, or thirteen at most, at the peak of his power. He can suppress the world with a flick of his hand and protect an entire realm, the master of the Great Dao. Hu Di sighed, expressing his regrets and lamentations.

It was a rare moment of remorse and resentment for allowing himself to drift for so long.

He felt regret for not cherishing his talent and realm. To stagnate for ten thousand years and fail to take that final step was truly disgraceful, surpassed one by one by Houtu, Zhurong, and the other juniors. "That's me..."

"That's me..."

No longer someone he could watch for amusement.

Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That's... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself and even greeted him before leaving.

"Yes…"

"The Curator Wei you know. The Celestial Venerable of Yuxu Palace. The peerless figure who will soon dominate the world, one of the top figures of this era, perhaps eleven, twelve, or thirteen at most, at the peak of his power. He can suppress the world with a flick of his hand and protect an entire realm, the master of the Great Dao."

Hu Di sighed, expressing his regrets and lamentations.

It was a rare moment of remorse and resentment for allowing himself to drift for so long.

He felt regret for not cherishing his talent and realm. To stagnate for ten thousand years and fail to take that final step was truly disgraceful, surpassed one by one by Houtu, Zhurong, and the other juniors. "That's me..."

"That's me..." The increasingly gaunt Hu Di murmured to himself, a dreamlike feeling of illusion and bewilderment. A faint, wordless sense of disbelief mingled with undeniable reality. He watched as the image connected through the Heavenly Court talisman slowly dissipated. The person on the other side was no longer the junior he had first met.

No longer someone he could watch for amusement.

Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That's... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished. Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself and even greeted him before leaving.

"Yes…"

The Curator Wei you know is Yuxu Palace Celestial Venerable will soon dominate the world counts as the best in its time. The world is only eleven, twelve, or thirteen at the peak of their power. With a backhand suppression of the world, it is also possible to protect the master of the Great Dao in a realm." Hu Di sighed, expressing his regrets and lamentations.

It was a rare moment of remorse and resentment for allowing himself to drift for so long.

I did not cherish the realm and talent of that year, and I have been standing still for ten thousand years, and I have not really taken that step, which is outrageous, surpassed one by one by Houtu, Zhurong, and the other later generations. "That's me..."

"That's me..."

A sense of recognition and bewilderment, a wordless feeling of disbelief mixed with undeniable reality. He watched as the connection through the Heavenly Court talisman faded, the image no longer that of a junior he had first met, no longer someone he could amusingly observe.

Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That's... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself and even greeted him before leaving. "Yes…"

"The Curator Wei you know. The Celestial Venerable of Yuxu Palace. The peerless figure who will soon dominate the world, one of the top figures of this era, perhaps eleven, twelve, or thirteen at most, at the peak of his power. He can suppress the world with a flick of his hand and protect an entire realm, the master of the Great Dao." Hu Di sighed, expressing his regrets and lamentations.

It was a rare moment of remorse and resentment for allowing himself to drift for so long.

Back then, he had ten thousand years, but he was still standing still, and he had not really taken that step, which was outrageous, surpassed one by one by Houtu, Zhurong, and the other juniors.

"That's me..."

The increasingly gaunt Hu Di murmured to himself, a dreamlike feeling of illusion and bewilderment. A faint, wordless sense of disbelief mingled with undeniable reality. He watched as the image connected through the Heavenly Court talisman slowly dissipated, the person on the other side no longer the junior he had first met.

No longer someone he could watch for amusement. Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That's... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself and even greeted him before leaving.

Yes…

"The Curator Wei you know. The Celestial Venerable of Yuxu Palace. The peerless figure who will soon dominate the world, one of the top figures of this era, perhaps eleven, twelve, or thirteen at most, at the peak of his power. He can suppress the world with a flick of his hand and protect an entire realm, the master of the Great Dao.

Hu Di sighed, expressing his regrets and lamentations.

He had such a long time to indulge himself.

I feel that I did not cherish the realm and talent of that year, and I have been standing still for ten thousand years, and I have not really taken that step, which is outrageous, surpassed one by one by Houtu, Zhurong, and the other later generations "That's me..."

That's me…"

The increasingly gaunt Hu Di muttered to himself, a dreamlike feeling of illusion and bewilderment. A faint, wordless sense of disbelief mingled with undeniable reality. He watched as the image connected through the Heavenly Court talisman fade, the person on the other side no longer the junior he had first met.

No longer someone he could watch for amusement.

Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That's... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself and even greeted him before leaving.

Yes…"

The Celestial Venerable of Yuxu Palace will soon dominate the world. The entire era can be regarded as a peerless figure. Even if you count it, there are only two or three of the peak realms in the world. The master of the Great Dao in a realm. Hu Di sighed, expressing his regrets and lamentations.

It was a rare moment of remorse and resentment for allowing himself to drift for so long.

I once cherished the journey of the year, and I have been standing still for ten thousand years, and I will not really take that step. It's outrageous, surpassed by Houtu, Zhurong, and the others.

"That's me..."

The increasingly gaunt Hu Di murmured to himself, a dreamlike feeling of illusion and bewilderment. A faint, wordless sense of disbelief mingled with undeniable reality. He watched as the image connected through the Heavenly Court talisman slowly dissipated, the person on the other side no longer the junior he had first met.

No longer someone he could watch for amusement. Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea – a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That is... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself, and he had greeted him before leaving.

Yes……

"The Curator Wei that you know, is the Celestial Venerable of Yuxu Palace, and is also the peerless figure who is about to overwhelm the world, and counts as one of the best in the entire era. Even if you count it, there are only eleven, twelve, or thirteen peak realms in the world, who can suppress the world with a backhand, and can also protect a Great Dao master of a realm."

Hu Di sighed long, and expressed his regrets and sighs together.

It was rare to have such a long time to indulge in self-pity and unwillingness./

I feel that I did not cherish the realm and talent of that year. After ten thousand years, I am still standing still, and it is really outrageous that I have not really taken that step. Houtu, Zhurong, and their younger generations have surpassed one by one, and now even "That's me...

"That's me..."

The increasingly gaunt Hu Di muttered to himself, a dreamlike feeling of illusion and bewilderment. A faint, wordless sense of disbelief mingled with undeniable reality. He watched as the image connected through the Heavenly Court talisman slowly dissipated. The person on the other side was no longer the junior he had first met.

No longer someone he could watch for amusement.

Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea - a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That's... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself, and he had greeted him before leaving.

"Yes…"

At the peak of his power, the Curator Wei will overwhelm the world. The entire era can be regarded as a peerless figure. Even if you count it, there are only two or three people in the world, who can protect the Great Dao of a realm with a backhand. Hu Di sighed long, and expressed his regrets and sighs together.

It was rare to have such a long time to indulge in self-pity and unwillingness.

I once cherished my journey, and I have been standing still for ten thousand years.

"That's me..."

The increasingly gaunt Hu Di murmured to himself, a dreamlike feeling of illusion and bewilderment. A faint, wordless sense of disbelief mingled with undeniable reality. He watched as the image connected through the Heavenly Court talisman slowly dissipated. The person on the other side was no longer the junior he had first met.

No longer someone he could watch for amusement. Instead, it was someone whose strength surpassed the current era. After preaching at Yuxu Palace on Buzhou Mountain, this name would be mentioned in the same breath as the Celestial Emperor Dijun, Houtu, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Water God Gonggong, and Zhurong of the South Sea - a single name capable of shaking the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

"That is... Curator Wei?"

Yuanjue was astonished.

Wei Yuan had stopped concealing himself, and he had greeted him before leaving.

Yes……

"The Curator Wei that you know, is the Celestial Venerable of Yuxu Palace, and is also the peerless figure who is about to overwhelm the world, and counts as one of the best in the entire era. Even if you count it, there are only eleven, twelve, or thirteen peak realms in the world, who can suppress the world with a backhand, and can also protect a Great Dao master of a realm."

Hu Di sighed long, and expressed his regrets and sighs together.

It was rare to have such a long time to indulge in self-pity and unwillingness./

I feel that I did not cherish the realm and talent of that year. After ten thousand years, I am still standing still, and it is really outrageous that I have not really taken that step. Houtu, Zhurong, and their younger generations have surpassed one by one, and now even