Chapter 422 Jade Void

The Lord of Guixu, originally powerful and domineering, had his head crushed, his true spirit completely annihilated, and he fell heavily to the ground. The white-haired Taoist lowered his eyes, understanding that such a strong person, only half a step away from the Ten Great Peaks, would inevitably have a way to lock onto the future and return in the river of time.

But he couldn't stop it.

He could kill, but he couldn't completely crush him in one breath...

The Taoist felt his current situation.

His injuries were actually not much better than the Lord of Guixu's. He was just forcibly operating the Buzhou Mountain cultivation technique to maintain the most basic vitality. Once this mythological concept dissipated, he would be like old Buzhou, who was directly hit in the kidneys by Gonggong, and would be severely injured and faint.

Moreover, his strength was fundamentally inferior to that of old Buzhou Mountain.

This time, he might even die on the spot.

"Lord of Guixu..."

"Truly formidable."

The Taoist forcibly suppressed his Qi and turned to look. Earlier, his confrontation with the Lord of Guixu was extremely intense. The Four Fiends had already fled according to the Lord of Guixu's original instructions, seemingly using the secret technique of Guixu to transfer to an unknown small world in one breath.

Wei Yuan looked at the corpse of the Lord of Guixu and scanned it with his divine sense.

His lips twitched.

Gone...

Everything was gone...

All the spiritual treasures, magical artifacts, and strange objects on this guy were gone.

They were all shattered.

Damn it... After being poor for so many years, he finally had a chance to pick up a big loot from a corpse, but it was gone just like that?! Who exactly shattered all these treasures?

It was me, it was me, boo hoo hoo!

The corners of the white-haired Taoist's lips twitched, and in the end, he just sighed helplessly.

He couldn't laugh and mock himself anymore. If he laughed again, his internal organs would shatter. The Taoist looked at the boy Yeming over there, saw his simple clothes and worried expression, beckoned for the child to come over, and reached out to rub his hair: "Yeming?"

"Mm..."

"When did your mother, the Houtu Niangniang (Earth Goddess), go missing?"

Yeming said, "Just a few years ago..."

A few years ago...

The Wa Empress had been missing for a long time. It seemed that Houtu had finally found a trace and went to the so-called Jade Void Secret Realm, and when she didn't see the Taoist return for a long time, she decided to embark on the path of rescuing the Wa Empress herself. The Taoist's expression dimmed, and he said, "...I see."

"Do you know the Houtu Niangniang? Can you take me to find her?"

The Taoist smiled helplessly: "Heh... I also want to find her."

The boy suddenly gritted his teeth, knelt down, and kowtowed: "Then, can you take me as your disciple and teach me swordsmanship and the methods of cultivation?"

The Taoist was slightly stunned, then raised his hand to help him up, his voice gentle: "Your innate constitution has already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the cultivation techniques in the world. If you follow the proper steps, you can reach a powerful enough place on your own. As for swordsmanship..."

He smiled and said, "Your fate is not with me."

"And I can't stay here with you for long."

After all, he didn't know when he could return to the future, and he didn't know when this injury would erupt.

The boy Yeming looked sad.

The white-haired Taoist laughed freely: "However, I still have some things to do. If you don't find it boring, you can come with me. Your future swordsmanship realm will definitely not be worse than mine. If I pass on my swordsmanship to you, it will only affect your own talent."

"Although..."

"I can still teach you the basics of swordsmanship."

The boy Yeming was slightly stunned, then overjoyed.

He wanted to become a disciple, but the Taoist raised his hand to help him up and politely refused. Yeming supported the Taoist to the corpse of the Lord of Guixu. The Taoist looked at the corpse of this ancient supreme, the original heroic ambition, swallowing the four seas, comparable to the spiritedness of the Great Wilderness and Kunlun, was just a corpse after death.

"Returning from the years...?"

The white-haired Taoist muttered to himself calmly, flicked his sleeve, and suddenly clenched his five fingers.

The boy Yeming suddenly heard a huge thunder-like roar, and the earth shook, making him unable to stand steady. Just as his face was flustered and he subconsciously reached out to grab the Taoist's clothes, his expression suddenly changed, and he saw a huge mountain flying towards this place from the sky.

An incomparably tall godman shouted in a panic:

"I don't know which great power this is, why are you snatching me here?!"

The Taoist's tone was gentle and calm: "This humble Taoist is Yuxu, borrowing a mountain from you."

"But, but this mountain..."

The tall and handsome godman did not dare to resist. The white-haired Taoist's tone was gentle: "Don't worry, this humble Taoist will repay what he borrows. Today, I will form a karmic connection with you, and in the future, I will set the specifications for sacrifices for the many mountain gods of the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, considering coexisting with the human race, how about that?"

A mere mountain god, not even the chief of Kunlun, how could he have the sacrifices of the human race?

The mountain god was slightly shocked, then overjoyed and bowed again.

"This, Your Excellency, please feel free."

"Please, please!"

The white-haired Taoist held the young Yeming with one hand, clenched his five fingers with his backhand, his eyes calm. Returning from the future? Even if you return, don't even think about easily regaining your original cultivation base. The heavy mountains fell directly, sealing the body of the Lord of Guixu beneath them.

The five elements generated each other, and the changes flowed. Many large trees appeared on these mountains, directly formed by extracting the remaining power from the body of the Lord of Guixu. Therefore, they were extremely majestic and soared into the sky. The tallest tree was just a mustard seed, but after absorbing the power of the Lord of Guixu, it was actually three hundred miles high, like a giant pillar, almost touching the sky.

"This, this is..." Yeming and the many mountain gods were dazzled and mesmerized.

The Taoist put his fingers together and wrote a line of words under this mountain.

Each stroke was written extremely heavily and slowly, nurturing his own Dao within it.

"This humble Taoist suppresses Guixu here."

Finally, he retracted his hand. The Taoist felt a bloody taste in his mouth again, his eyes indifferent and calm.

Return?

Let this humble Taoist spend thousands of years, step by step, and re-cultivate once.

The white-haired Taoist turned around, cupped his hands slightly to the mountain gods over there, and said in a gentle voice: "Well then, thank you all for these years. There is no need to stay here, just come and check on it occasionally. This is also the territory of the Great Wilderness, and no one should dare to mess around."

"We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare."

The mountain gods dispersed.

They watched the white-haired Taoist and the handsome young man walk away, the white hair and ink hairpin, the young man holding a sword.

After a long time, the mountain gods turned their heads and looked at the mountains stretching for thousands of miles. For a time, they were worried and didn't know what to do. One of the mountain gods sighed: "Now, it seems that we can't use the original name here. How about we take a new name?"

"Let's just put everyone's names together."

The names from ancient times were all very cumbersome. In the end, the mountain gods chose a name that was almost okay and not too outrageous and decided: "Yao Yun Di Mountain!"

"Well, since this place is where that one suppresses some kind of remnant, let's add a 'Nie' (孽, sin) character."

Another old mountain god said:

"Since it's that one's intention, should this 'Nie' character be placed first?"

"That's right..."

"Is there a problem? No problem!"

The mountain gods, who didn't have much culture and were rather reckless, immediately made a decision, cheered enthusiastically, were quite proud, had a big drunk, and then left. Until a very distant later time, this name gradually spread.

………

In the Great Wilderness, there is a mountain named Nie Yao Yun Di.

Above it is a Fumu (扶木) tree, three hundred miles tall, its leaves like mustard seeds.

————《Classic of Mountains and Seas·Great Wilderness East》

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After three days, the Taoist took Yeming all the way back towards the direction of the human race, teaching the boy the basics of swordsmanship along the way, which is the basic usage of swords that can be found anywhere in later generations. At other times, the Taoist would look for spiritual materials and treasures.

In his hand, he held a medicine that was more potent than the immortal flower that Jue had given him back then.

But after Wei Yuan swallowed it, he only felt that the majestic and warm medicinal properties were like a drop of water entering a river, and it basically didn't cause the slightest ripple. The Taoist looked at this flower and grass and helplessly threw it into his mouth, feeling the slightly bitter taste.

Back then, it was indeed because he was just a mortal body.

That's why the effect of the immortal flower was so obvious...

The Taoist thought, it was like his base number was only [one] back then, so the effect of something with an energy value of over a thousand like the immortal flower was extremely good, but now for him, the immortal flower was just a drop in the bucket. The injuries caused by the Lord of Guixu with the power of all laws returning to Guixu were probably only inferior to the full strength of the Ten Great Peaks.

Even stronger than the attack power of the Ten Great Peaks like Wa Empress and Houtu, who were not good at fighting.

If it hadn't been for the tempering of thunder and fire at that time, and later crossing the years and initially mastering the indestructibility of the Buzhou Mountain cultivation technique, the ones lying there at that time might not have just been the corpse of the Lord of Guixu. The sword light stopped, and the Taoist raised his eyes and saw the boy Yeming over there.

The Taoist casually used Taoist magic to change his clothes into a clean set.

And the boy also learned from the Taoist to tidy up his originally loose hair.

Hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, with two strands of long hair hanging down from his temples.

The boy was handsome and practiced swordsmanship, which was not bad. Wei Yuan propped his chin and pointed out the problems with Yeming's swordsmanship foundation. He didn't pass on the profound parts, but just taught the most basic parts of swordsmanship to the Yeming in front of him, just like Confucius taught him back then.

Looking at the surrounding long river, his expression was peaceful.

If he couldn't find a medicine to curb the rapid collapse of his injuries, even if the Buzhou Mountain cultivation technique could lock his Qi, he would fall into serious injury and coma. Maybe in the blink of an eye, he would have already arrived in modern times. But although Wei Yuan didn't know the principle, he had a kind of instinct that this would directly block the door to stepping into the Ten Great Peaks.

The Ten Great Peaks exist forever in the past, present, and future, not by using other methods to travel to the past.

And then honestly waiting for time to pass.

The result seems similar, but the difference in status is like clouds and mud.

"Senior, what are we doing here?" Yeming put away his sword, made a fire, and prepared to make some simple food. The Taoist sat cross-legged on a bluestone and said, "Looking for a friend."

"Friend?"

The boy Yeming was puzzled.

"Heh... This old man is not qualified to be your friend."

Suddenly a vast and deep voice came. Inside this Great Wilderness, an old turtle slowly stepped out of the river. Its body was extremely huge, scaring Yeming, but its eyes were gentle and kind, like an old man. The white-haired Taoist said, "This humble Taoist has met the old gentleman."

"Old gentleman?" Yeming was puzzled.

The white-haired Taoist introduced, "This is the one who carried the Hetu and Luoshu (River Diagram and Luo River Scroll) and met Fuxi back then."

"Haha, I really couldn't stand being bothered by the Hetu and Luoshu, so I had to find someone who could control him." The old turtle replied with a smile. The old turtle stared at the gentle white-haired Taoist, his eyes vast, and in the end, he just sighed with emotion: "I also know your intention."

"However, I am really unable to do anything about your injuries."

This was the divine turtle carrying the Hetu and Luoshu. The current situation was that even he seemed unable to find a way to completely heal the Taoist's injuries and prevent him from falling asleep. The white-haired Taoist lowered his eyes and said, "Does the old gentleman know where this humble Taoist comes from?"

"I don't know... I only know your intention."

This old wise man shook his head: "I just felt that this old man had to come here."

"Otherwise, I would miss someone."

"I see..." The Taoist sighed helplessly, inviting the old turtle to sit down, drink tea, and his expression was still peaceful. He got up to fetch a fishing rod, but his footsteps suddenly paused, and he raised his eyes to see the stars faintly appearing in the daytime. The old turtle's pupils shrank, but only the boy at this moment had not reacted yet.

The old turtle transformed into a human form, his expression changing several times, and finally he smiled bitterly:

"It seems that the one who is qualified to be your friend has already come."

Then he bowed deeply.

The white-haired Taoist raised his eyes slightly, saw the starlight flowing, and waved his sleeves slightly.

Under the starlight, a slightly indifferent voice fell: "Where is the Lord of Guixu?"

"Killed."

"...Did you have a feud with him?"

The white-haired Taoist said:

"No feud, just a sword test."

The old turtle who was bowing deeply felt his scalp tingle and his body tremble. The starlight fell, and the black-haired, robed young Heavenly Emperor stood at the other end. The white-haired Taoist held a bamboo pole and had a gentle expression. The interweaving of Qi made the old wise man's heart beat wildly, and Yeming had already been locked by the Qi.

Finally, the white-haired Taoist smiled slightly, breaking the atmosphere of confrontation that almost made the old man unable to stand steady, and cupped his hands slightly:

"Isn't it a joy to have friends coming from afar? Would you like to have a drink together?"

"This humble Taoist is Yuxu."

The calm voice was silent, and replied:

"Great Wilderness, Dijun."

ps: Second update today...

Three thousand eight hundred words.