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Wei Yuan was surprised. He didn't know why this Nu Xu, known among the Heavenly Maidens for her large-scale destructive power, would come to him. Nu Xu gazed at the white-haired Daoist before her, whose karma formed its own cycle, vaguely hinting at beginninglessness and endlessness, and mused, "Your cultivation is getting higher and higher."

"Have you grasped the Great Dao yet?"

The Daoist replied, "I understand a little bit."

Nu Xu pondered for a moment and said, "Then, do you know the world's original appearance?"

Wei Yuan was puzzled. "...Original?" Although he was powerful, just as Huntian had said, his realm had risen too quickly. In a mere five thousand years or so, he had reached such a realm, lacking not only a solid foundation but also the knowledge and common sense that the Ten Great Peaks should possess.

If the Ten Great Peaks were to take a test, Museum Head Wei would be the worst, failing both combat power and cultural subjects.

The doormat of the Ten Great Peaks.

Fortunately, he had fought against the creatures formed from Turbid Qi in ancient times. The Daoist thought for a moment, as if pondering something. Feeling that he couldn't lose face in front of Jue's older sister, he leaned back slightly in his chair, tapped his fingers on the wooden table, his expression somber, his voice calm and confident, making it impossible to tell that he was a dunce, and said, "Turbid Qi?"

Nu Xu was slightly surprised, seemingly not expecting him to know, and nodded, "Yes. But Turbid Qi is just a descriptive term."

"You can call it any other name. It's the term corresponding to so-called 'Pure Qi.' When Heaven and Earth were created from nothingness, Pure and Turbid Qi transformed and flowed, with Turbid Qi below, forming the foundation, and Pure Qi rising, transforming into all things."

"Yin and Yang are relative, Pure and Turbid engender each other. There will be an equivalent Yin for every Yang."

"Just like life and death."

"Turbid Qi, or rather, the foundation that carries all living beings."

"But Turbid Qi and Pure Qi are of equal weight. Since Pure Qi ultimately transforms into all living beings, and through countless years of reproduction, different races emerge, and even many gods appear within them, how can Turbid Qi always be willing to bear Pure Qi?" "Forever below? As the foundation?"

Wei Yuan seemed thoughtful. All things followed the profound balance of Yin and Yang, and the power of both sides should have been the same, with similar foundations. Nu Xu reached out her hand, and in her palm appeared the Yin-Yang two elements and Eight Trigrams of Fuxi, depicting the Taiji diagram with Pure Qi above and black Turbid Qi below.

"This is how it looked at the very beginning of creation."

"But fullness cannot last, and extreme prosperity leads to decline." Nu Xu's fair finger gently plucked at the Taiji diagram, which symbolized the most fundamental Great Dao.

Thereupon, the white Pure Qi part flowed downward, and the black Turbid Qi part rose upward. "This is the era that the Turbid Qi side hopes for, causing Pure Qi to be below and Turbid Qi to be above. This is equivalent to the complete destruction of the root Great Dao and the reconstruction of order. The rules of the beginning of all things in the myriad heavens and worlds are repeated once, which also represents the complete collapse and annihilation of the past order."

"Everything in the Pure Qi world will be completely reduced to dust in this process and disappear." "Stars fall, no longer shining, replaced by black hole vortexes that devour all things; the earth cracks, everything floats in illusion; filled with all kinds of twisted creations, the human race, the gods, and even all traces will be turned into ruins, entwined with many creations from the time of the extinction of laws."

The Daoist's eyes narrowed slightly, and the calamity he had seen on the fragments of the Hetu Luoshu appeared before him.

Stars fell, and only fragments of ruined cities remained in the world.

He and the Water God Gonggong fought side by side.

His heart trembled.

"This is..."

The true calamity? The complete reversal and re-establishment of order...

No wonder, no wonder even the Heavenly Emperor, who had suppressed the Three Realms and Eight Desolations for ten thousand years, had fallen in that scene. If it was a calamity of this level, then as the Heavenly Emperor, he was probably guarding the front line with constellations and myriad phenomena... Nu Xu pressed her brow with her fair fingers and said in a gentle voice:

"From the perspective of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, there is nothing that does not change, or rather, all things are changing in reincarnation. Everyone says that Pure Qi is above and Turbid Qi is below, but that's just what we say... Who has stipulated that Pure Qi is eternally above and Turbid Qi is eternally below?"

"You are Pure Qi, and I am also considered Pure Qi. All things/

are evolved from this era where Pure Qi is above and Turbid Qi is below. Therefore, Turbid Qi is not just a simple Qi; it is also a race, an existence corresponding to Pure Qi, just like these two Yi diagrams, intertwined with each other, with the same foundation, constructing the Great World."

Wei Yuan looked at the Taiji diagram where black and white were intertwined, neither increasing nor decreasing by a single point. The construction of the world unfolded before him.

He vaguely understood why Fuxi wanted to spread the Yin-Yang two elements Taiji Eight Trigrams method, the art of Heavenly Secrets, throughout the myriad heavens and worlds. This guy wanted to directly spread the dispute between Pure and Turbid Qi and the corresponding methods of restraint. The eight types of innate concepts were methods of restraint, and the flow of the two Yi was the simplest way to explain the foundation of the world.

And the art of Heavenly Secrets was the accompanying benefit.

Everyone wants to predict the future and gain an advantage, and no one wants to have their details calculated by others.

Under such psychological effects, it was almost a matter of course for the two Yi and Eight Trigrams to spread throughout the heavens.

This alone was enough to match the title of Sage respected by the gods of the Great Wilderness.

Although this guy was despicable, ruthless, cold, and an old schemer.

But when a teammate was such a despicable, ruthless, cold, old schemer.

It could actually make people feel safe. When safe, Fuxi was the most dangerous. And when dangerous, Fuxi was the most reassuring.

Of course, he was still despicable.

The Daoist said slowly, "Then, that is to say..."

"In a world where Turbid Qi is above and Pure Qi is below, all living beings in this era, or rather this epoch, cannot tolerate that kind of order and will all die, like taking a fish out of water and throwing it into the desert..." "Even if it's not malicious, the mere change of the foundation of the world will completely erase all life."

"The most cruel annihilation."

Nu Xu looked at the Daoist before her, her voice directed towards him, and comforted him with a smile:

"However, although the epoch calamity is approaching, you don't have to worry."

"Because it's based on the changes at the origin of the Great Dao, guarding the Turbid Qi leylines has always been the responsibility of the Ten Great Peaks... Ha, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. These are things that only the Ten Great Peaks need to worry about. You can rest assured." "The Ten Great Peaks..."

The white-haired Daoist nodded in thanks, muttering to himself inwardly.

Considering it this way, advancing to the Ten Great Peaks before the calamity was like rushing to be a miserable ghost working overtime? The great calamity was about to approach, but he couldn't quickly make up for his lack of foundation, only being a hollow shell. By the way, there was no overtime pay for working overtime.

Come, let's see who this unlucky ghost is?

It's me! It's me, boo hoo hoo!

The white-haired Daoist mocked himself inwardly, but he also knew that if this great calamity really appeared, then he would rather die at the very front holding a sword than perish in ignorance. But... Huntian, you bastard, did you want to break through yourself, so you turned around and threw this job to me?!

Come, Yuan, be good, carry this burden well.

You're going to carry this pot from now on!

He took a sip of tea, knowing that Huntian's character wasn't like this, and that he was only trying to break through further. If he survived after breaking through, he might completely solve the biggest problem of the Pure-Turbid distinction. After all... that was Huntian.

The so-called Huntian, the combination of Pure and Turbid!

Wait...

Wei Yuan suddenly paused, thinking of the ambition and unparalleled sharpness of the Lord of Guixu when he hadn't been killed by him back then—wanting to command the Four Seas, suppress the Four Spirits, have the Four Fiends under his command, and then step into the Huntian Secret Treasure, breaking through the Ten Great Peaks in one fell swoop, directly aiming for the first echelon of the Ten Great Peaks.

Huntian's characteristic was the combination of Pure and Turbid, the highest in the domain.

And then connecting Guixu's constant attempts to find the Heavenly Maidens...

Nu Xu, and Jue had encountered crises. And the situation of Xuannv and another Heavenly Maiden was currently unknown.

Wei Yuan hadn't officially met Xuannv, or rather, he hadn't known before that the woman he had met several times was the Nine Heavens Xuannv, but he pondered inwardly.

Could it be that the Lord of Guixu also planned to directly plunder the Pure Qi origin of the Heavenly Maidens?

And then combine it with Turbid Qi to walk the path of Huntian? After all, that was a path that had already been walked straight to the realm above the Ten Great Peaks, and this path happened to have no leader and was unobstructed. The Daoist's expression slightly froze, and he increasingly felt that this behavior was highly likely, and then he suddenly had some doubts:

"Then, after Huntian passed away, did Turbid Qi not show any signs of rioting?"

"He wanted to step into a higher realm. He stepped into it, but he also died. Even if Houtu later attained enlightenment and successfully made up for the vacancy caused by his departure, during this period, the defense of the Three Realms and Eight Desolations was actually weakened..."

Nu Xu picked up a strand of hair at her temple that was slightly red at the end and said:

"When the Huntian Great Emperor passed away, Dijun, Niangniang, and several others went." "But they didn't find the Huntian Great Emperor's corpse remaining, and for some reason, Turbid Qi suddenly contracted all its actions, until the year when Xuanyuan passed away in later generations, it showed some signs of rioting..." She hesitated for a moment and said:

"Dijun and Queen Mother Niangniang said."

"Huntian's corpse is not there, and no Great Dao remains."

"I'm afraid that before he died, he killed his way into the world of Turbid Qi alone."

"And afterwards, although Turbid Qi, which had always been below and had less internal friction, was already prosperous, it didn't dare to riot until Emperor Xuanyuan passed away. It seems that the Huntian Great Emperor relied on his own strength to kill them so much that they couldn't catch their breath for more than six thousand years, only remaining in fear..."

"Oh, right." Nu Xu tapped her brow, suddenly remembering something, and said:

"I once heard Kaiming mention that the Central Sea where Huntian lived was actually a place where Turbid Qi and Pure Qi converged. In the end, he directly sealed off the Central Sea in the world of Turbid Qi, and then wrote a letter, sending it out of Turbid Qi with his last strength, giving it to Houtu Huangdiqi."

"I don't know who it was for."

"However, it should be a very important friend for him to leave a letter before his death." The white-haired Daoist held his tea, his hand trembling, and ripples appeared on the clear tea soup. He single-handedly wielded his sword and killed his way into the core of Turbid Qi.

Afterwards, he sealed off the Huntian Sea connected to Turbid Qi.

Causing Turbid Qi to be greatly weakened for a full six thousand years. Unmatched in power, the ancient Heavenly Emperor.

Before his fall...

That letter...

'The dim sum is too sweet and greasy, not to my liking.' 'The soup tastes good.'

'That thing called noodles, the taste is also okay, the meat is too greasy.'

'Heh... perhaps it's because it's my first time eating, the Turbid Qi is too strong.'

'However, I still like it very much.' 'It was very delicious.'

Turbid Qi is too strong... Turbid Qi is too strong, is that what it meant?

The Daoist closed his eyes, as if seeing his friend sitting among the corpses of Turbid Qi Demon Gods, writing a letter calmly even though he was about to fall. Between friends, they didn't mention these magnificent things. His throat felt somewhat choked. After a long time, he muttered the last sentence of Huntian's letter.

'I only feel that the sky is high and the earth is wide, and I am completely satisfied.' 'In this life, I have no regrets!'

ps: Today's first update... three thousand two hundred words.