Jiuyou.

Beside the fragment of the heavens, a woman with a clear and spirited face, dressed in a gray robe like Zhu Jiuyin, black hair falling down, idly watched the ever-changing fragment of the heavens, twirling a strand of hair at her temple in her hand.

"...So that's how it is."

She looked at the unfathomable fragment of the heavens.

Originally, she truly wanted to help him grasp this object, to refine the fragment of the heavens, using it as a treasure to venture into the Southern Sea of Zhurong. But alas, she herself had not entered it, or rather, she had entered the real [Fragment of the Heavens].

But she couldn't find Wei Yuan.

Later, she realized that the white-haired Daoist she had met when she was young was probably the one who returned to the past from this fragment of the heavens. Huntian had indeed taken that unique step. However, her good intentions in bringing him here had led to a different destiny.

The cycle of cause and effect is just like this.

But whether it is cause or effect... being in it, even she can't tell.

Xian looked at the fragment of the heavens, her expression quiet, not knowing what she was thinking. After a long time, footsteps came from outside. A woman in gorgeous clothes said respectfully, "Venerable God, there is a guest outside who wants to see you."

Xian's tone was calm: "I won't see them."

The female official respectfully withdrew.

After a moment, she said with a troubled expression, "Venerable God, that guest..."

The woman's expression was indifferent: "I won't see them."

When the official came here for the third time helplessly, Xian finally showed a trace of displeasure. She raised her eyes, turned around, and the fragment of the heavens behind her suddenly flowed out layers of ripples, like the flowing sea of clouds she saw on Xuanyuan Hill when she was young.

"What an impressive display, visiting three times. I refused to see him even after three requests."

A familiar voice rang out.

The fragment of the heavens emitted light.

When Xian in the gray robe turned around, she saw the green-robed Daoist with ink hairpin and white hair standing at the door.

With a raise of his finger, the fragment of the heavens flowed in his palm, the white hair at his temple slightly raised, the green robe upright, everything was like in the past. The Daoist looked at Xian in the gray robe and said, "Are you alright?" The exact same question, as if the blood-stained Daoist in the past and the green-robed Daoist in front of him were merged together.

A long, long time seemed to have come to an end here.

The corners of Xian's mouth slightly curled up, quietly and gently: "Welcome back."

Then she realized her slight gaffe, the smile on her face spreading little by little. Her body leaned forward slightly, her fingers pulling at the Daoist's long hair at his temple, smiling brightly, "Oh, what's this? You've even learned to worry about me? Rare, Da Tianzun..." (Great Heavenly Lord)

Okay, this is the original version.

The corners of the Daoist's mouth twitched, and he took half a step back, saying, "It's good that you're alright."

"I thought..."

"Well, how did you get back earlier than me?"

He deliberately set a trap to ask, but Xian just frowned and said, "I don't know. As soon as I stepped inside, I seemed to fall asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I was already here. You weren't there, and I thought you had been left in this fragment."

"It must be that old snake Fuxi who deliberately left me with sequelae back then."

"I will avenge this sooner or later!"

The woman stretched lazily and said with a smile, "Oh dear, judging by your appearance, could it be that this trip to recover the fragment of the heavens was very hard? I'm different, it was so easy..."

The corners of Xian's mouth curled up, and she said softly, "I just took a nap."

"Just waiting for you."

"Too easy..."

The Daoist repeatedly probed, but gained nothing. In the end, he just looked at the fragment of the heavens in his hand. It seemed that because of the existence of the Huntian letter, since it was Huntian above all else, this fragment of the heavens would naturally not resist him.

And Wei Yuan had some guesses.

After the collapse of the heavens in the past, he had supported the heavens and the earth in the time between [Mount Buzhou's Collapse] and [Nuwa Mending the Heavens]. The fragment of the heavens did not strongly reject him, perhaps related to this matter.

Xian asked, "So, what are you going to refine this thing into?"

"Like swords or something?"

"...I haven't thought about that yet. To be honest, it's actually fine to use it like this."

The Daoist raised his finger, and that wisp of the fragment of the heavens, enough to evolve into a small world, spread out, turning into flowing pure qi, changing endlessly, and said casually:

"In the past myths and legends, and even in folk novels, all treasures are swords, Buddhist beads, banners, bottles, just because these are the things in the creators' cognition."

"Since it is said that in past legends, there were long swords that turned into sword spirits."

"That is to say, weapons turned into human forms and became monsters."

"Then why can't it be a warship? Or modern guns and firearms?"

"In short, they are all just an external shape. It depends on the spirituality of the material itself, the naturally formed talismans. It's not said that only swords can have an effect..."

The Daoist stroked his chin and said, "For example, in the past legends, or in the past era, only brave men could use axes as weapons. So in the Jin Dynasty legends, Pangu used an axe to create the heavens and the earth."

"Now the fiercest thing is the big mushroom."

"Then why can't it be said to be the [Pangu Mushroom Cloud]?"

"For example, it can also be the Armstrong Cyclone Armstrong Cannon or something..."

Xian rested one hand on her chin, watching the Daoist who sighed as he pleased. He didn't seem to be bound by the so-called demeanor of an expert, or rather, he didn't have this thing for a long time. Where can you find a master at the level of a god setting up a stall in the downtown area?

And the Daoist finally looked at the fragment of the heavens in his hand, imagining many things in his heart, but in the end, he didn't make up his mind. Just as he said, this level of magic weapon needs to rely on the material itself, the contained laws, not just the external shape. Changing the appearance is almost a common characteristic of this level of treasure.

"Forget it... I'll go to the South Sea later."

Wei Yuan said to himself in his heart: "Zhurong's fire path is the strongest, and his casting skills are also in the top three in ancient times. Such good materials cannot be wasted in my hands... I had a relationship with him back then, and the lesions of his wife were also maintained by the methods I left behind."

However, why did Zhurong deliberately conceal his own situation?

Although he participated in some things in ancient times, many things were still not clear, still incomplete. This part needs to find a way to collect information again, to figure out what happened...

Zhurong's matter.

Fuxi's matter.

And Nuwa's matter... The act of mending the heavens couldn't have exhausted Nuwa's foundation to the point where she completely split into her current state. Nuwa had disappeared twice. After mending the heavens was the second disappearance. This disappearance led to Fuxi also going out to look for her.

On the way, something must have happened.

However, before doing these things, exploring the ancient secrets, he still needs to improve his foundation, to make further progress. The difference in strength between existences at the level of the Ten Greats is also huge. For example, the most powerful Dijun and Houtu, who is not good at fighting, and Nuwa single-handedly.

Most likely it is crushing suppression.

Not to mention that Wei Yuan is now the Yu [Xu] (Jade [Void]) in Huntian's mouth.

The brand is incomplete, the foundation is unstable, and he has climbed too fast, only reaching this realm.

He turned his hand and put that wisp of the fragment of the heavens into his sleeve. He himself had already died in the past, and now he is just a gathered self-incarnation. Especially since the Buzhou Mountain cultivation method collapsed in ancient times, Wei Yuan does not plan to continue the Buzhou cultivation method again.

First, without the guidance of Old Buzhou, and losing the special situation of being in a desperate situation at the intersection of thunder and fire, the Buzhou Mountain cultivation method is not so easy to cultivate; second, the Buzhou Mountain cultivation method already has an end.

Old Buzhou stands there. Even if he cultivates to the extreme, he will only master similar mythical powers, supporting the sky and propping up the earth, but he cannot truly reach the peak, unless another head comes and knocks Old Buzhou unconscious. Otherwise, the most extreme is inferior to Old Buzhou.

He needs to gather his own path, to create his own cultivation method.

Such a thought arose spontaneously in the Daoist's heart.

Without origin and without beginning, yet uniquely able to be the beginning of all things, hence the name Yuanshi (Primordial Beginning).

Operating all paths to the highest respect, and constantly dwelling in the Two Purities, surpassing all heavens, hence the name Tianzun (Heavenly Venerable).

Yuanshi cultivation method...

The white-haired Daoist already had some feelings and ideas in his heart. He had already left his mark on the path of all things in the world. Next, he only needs to create a cultivation method based on this method, to condense mythology within himself, so that his own body and the innate Dao resonate with each other, and he can naturally open up a cultivation method and a path.

But before that, he still has to go to the Yuxu Palace on Mount Buzhou to give a lecture.

And also see those top experts of the Ten Greats.

Thoughts rose and fell in Wei Yuan's heart. He looked at Xian next to him and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you for the matter of the fragment of the heavens." Xian smiled and said, "Looks like you're going to resign?"

The white-haired Daoist smiled helplessly, pointed outside, and said, "I've already said those big words."

"How can I break my promise?"

Xian said with a playful smile, "Are you going to take the blame for yourself again?"

The Daoist smiled and said, "Taking the blame doesn't really count... It's just that I thought of the saying in the human world's Investiture of the Gods, and said it casually; secondly, I also want to see if I can really leave some inheritance here..."

"Those who are destined will come, fate is cause and effect, it is regarded as tracing back to the source with the cause and effect of the common people, to see what I can do now... I said those who are destined will come, but I never said that those who are destined are this era, this time, in the Great Wilderness and Kunlun."

The reason for mentioning Mount Buzhou.

Is because in any era, in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, in the Four Seas and Returning Ruins, you can see the Heavenly Pillar everywhere.

Xian was slightly startled.

The Daoist was dressed in a green robe, his sleeves slightly moved, looking into the distance, not knowing who would be attracted this time, and also asking about the things he wanted to know. And in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, the Four Seas and Returning Ruins, and even the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, he is already a first-class figure, one of the few great powers.

Xian smiled and said, "However, how will you thank me this time?"

The Daoist said, "Just say it."

Xian thought for a while and said with a smile, "I've always said that I wanted you to be a chef, but I never had the chance. Now that there is a chef of this level personally cooking, I will have a chance to mock Zhu Jiuyin when I see him in the future."

"However, since you have things to do now, let's set this agreement for the future."

The Daoist nodded: "Okay."

Xian stretched out her white palm and smiled, "Verbal words cannot be taken seriously, how about a high-five to make a vow?"

The white-haired Daoist smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and high-fived Xian once, as an agreement.

Xian said with a smile, "Then it's settled, a hundred years, a thousand years, five thousand years, no change allowed."

The Daoist only regarded it as ordinary, nodding with a smile:

"Okay."

Then he looked into the distance, his green robe trembling slightly with the flowing wind, silently, he had already disappeared, among the four great domains, deep and mysterious, gathering to form a shape, dispersing to form qi, his realm was no longer confined to the golden crow transforming into a rainbow, or the golden light escaping technique.

In a single thought, he can come and go.

Xian looked at the distance with a smile. After a long time, she turned her head, her green silk falling in front of her eyes. She raised her hand and picked it up.

In the blink of an eye, it was white hair.

"Has it started..."

She casually picked up that strand of abrupt and dazzling white hair, and the white hair dissipated.

The woman in the gray robe turned around, the faded silver bell at her waist rang softly, the gray robe turned into a green shirt, her hands behind her back, she walked forward with light steps, humming softly: "Yuanshi Tianzun, deep and mysterious, among the four great domains, the cause of all fruits."

"Welcome back."

"Xiyuan."

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The white-haired Daoist appeared at the edge of the world, in the Yuxu Palace.

Appearing in that palace that had experienced ten thousand years and was already quite dilapidated, he stretched out his hand, holding Jia Yi's mechanical core in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, his temperament deep, serene and cold.

He wants to make an attempt.

To reverse the years, to set foot in the past, to bring back Jia Yi, who has not had much intersection with the heavens, the earth, and all living beings!

PS: Today's second update... 3,600 words.