Chapter 116 Little Daoshi

The bright moon hung in the sky, the night serene and mysterious. Wei Yuan bid farewell to Gonggong.

Turning back, he saw Gonggong chatting with the adopted human children. The Daoist could not imagine why this ambitious, fiery, and righteous Water God of the human race would resolutely break ties with humanity hundreds of years later.

Something's wrong...

Wei Yuan rubbed his temples.

The "history" he knew in his first life was likely incomplete and inaccurate. After all, he was just an ordinary mortal, a potter. Even if Nüjiao added him to the Tushan family tree, he had little cultivation. He had no way of knowing the secrets of the ancient era involving the gods.

What exactly happened...

Even in the history Wei Yuan knew, it only mentioned Gonggong's break with humanity. And now, Wei Yuan felt an uncontrollable sense of confusion—

The current Gonggong was calm and had good judgment.

He was surrounded by a large number of supporters.

Would a person like that, simply because he wasn't recognized by Emperor Xuanyuan, become so enraged that he abandoned his followers and smashed into Mount Buzhou, causing the pillar of heaven to collapse and the world to turn upside down?

This ancient era is indeed full of problems...

He originally thought he could get to the bottom of things by directly approaching the parties involved, but the old man of Mount Buzhou was surrounded by at least a hundred ancient mountain gods, undoubtedly a powerful figure. His personality might be the same as the old man Wei Yuan knew, but he was much more assertive.

And the Water God Gonggong wasn't some arrogant and unreasonable fool who would just knock things over with a single blow.

Wei Yuan sat on a bluestone in Xuanyuan Hill, watching the distant stars twinkle, his thoughts racing. He didn't know how much time had passed before the dew of the morning dampened his white robe. Wei Yuan reached out and patted his cheeks, planning to return to the stone house. It was getting late; there were only six days left until the final day.

Within six days, he had to find a way to turn the tables.

Damn it, if it weren't for Zhu Jiuyin messing with Xian's memories, he wouldn't be so passive, knowing nothing and having to learn everything... The Daoist sighed, wishing he could join forces with old Mount Buzhou and beat Fuxi black and blue.

I want to grab your tail, swing you around, and smash you on the ground a hundred times, a hundred times!

Wei Yuan brushed off his clothes and stood up. He vaguely heard the sound of arguing in the wind. Following the principle of "less trouble is better," Wei Yuan didn't pay attention to it, restrained his curiosity, and walked towards the human settlement of Xuanyuan Hill in this small world.

But just as he reached the stone house, he suddenly heard a violent, roar-like sound. The Daoist turned his head sharply, and then a scorching heat wave rushed towards him, almost burning his sideburns into a twisted shape, and a red light flashed before his eyes. It took him a while to recover.

"This, this is..."

"Such strong fire-attribute yuanqi."

Wei Yuan rose into the air and saw a pillar of fire soaring into the sky from the southern human settlement, almost illuminating the entire southern sky. Then he heard a voice in his ear: "Hmph, Zhurong, you fool, you're still so indecisive!"

It was Gonggong's voice.

And the next moment, the arrogant Water God raised his hand, and the water-elemental power in the air gathered.

Directly protecting the edge of the entire human heartland.

The fiery pillar that soared into the sky had countless threads spiraling around it. On closer inspection, the threads were actually scarlet fire dragons. But because of the distance, they looked like dense threads from afar. Now, these fire dragons were spiraling and gathering, not to attack.

But to try to seal the fiery pillar.

Wei Yuan pondered slightly, vaguely feeling that there was more to this. Since this was just a small world, and he wanted to unravel the mysteries of this small world, the secrets of the ancient era, he had no choice but to explore as much as possible without a guide.

Besides, he had a good relationship with Zhurong.

He immediately transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the location.

As he approached, he realized that Zhurong seemed to have moved the settlement away from Xuanyuan Hill. Only as he got closer did he realize that the size of the fiery pillar far exceeded Wei Yuan's expectations. Even the hundreds, or even thousands, of fire dragons could only be considered ropes binding the pillar.

The scorching temperature, if not suppressed by the power of humanity and the power of the Water God,

And Zhurong's forceful control, would probably erupt completely.

With this power, turning a thousand miles into scorched earth would be no problem at all.

A thousand miles of scorched earth, a walking natural disaster?

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted. He saw that the core of the fiery pillar was actually a child of only five or six years old, exuding a violent power. The Fire God Zhurong, dressed in red, was trying to suppress him, but also seemed hesitant and unable to act.

"Hmph! Indecisive. If this continues, he will only exhaust his potential and burn his life."

"It will be difficult for him to achieve great things in the future."

"If it were me, I would have killed him on the spot."

The voice was faintly arrogant, but also upright and magnanimous. Green waves rippled, and Wei Yuan raised his eyes to see the Water God Gonggong appear on one side. The surrounding temperature had completely returned to normal, and the human heartland was completely unaffected.

Hmm... Superficially, he's sarcastic and disdainful.

But in reality, he still offered assistance.

However, Wei Yuan suddenly thought of the ancient secret he knew—the Fire God Zhurong once fell in love with a human woman and eventually had a child named Prince Changqin, half-human and half-god. But because he was born prematurely, his power wasn't fully contained, causing great harm to his mother's body and greatly reducing her lifespan.

Even the Immortality Flower and Immortality Medicine had no effect.

And in the end, this, along with Gonggong's breaking of Mount Buzhou, seemed to have become Zhurong's inner demon.

Leading him to constantly try to involve himself in new areas of authority, wanting to break through, but ultimately falling into Kaiming's trap and falling into a deep sleep.

"This is..."

"Changqin." Gonggong frowned and said:

"Zhurong's son. His innate physique is unstable, it seems to have flared up again..."

"Do you want help?"

"Naturally." Wei Yuan nodded. He didn't think much of it. With a sweep of his sleeve, the magical powers of "Sleeve Universe" and "Returning Wind and Reversing Fire" moved at will. The huge, world-burning golden-red pillar of fire immediately shattered, and the Fire God Zhurong had already seen the newcomer and knew he was here to help, so he didn't stop him.

"Changqin's power is surging right now, be careful."

"It's alright."

Wei Yuan appeared in the extremely hot pillar of fire. With the two great gods, the Water God and the Fire God, on the outside, this violent power of fire was suppressed miserably. Wei Yuan himself understood the methods of the Daoist sect, and at a glance, he could see that Changqin's state was that his own fire power was burning the human bloodline.

It was necessary to circulate yin and yang to achieve a balance.

Wei Yuan said loudly: "Your Excellency Gonggong, please help suppress the fiery aura here. Your Excellency Fire God, please try to take away Changqin's Heavenly Fire power." He briefly stated his request. The Water God and the Fire God acted simultaneously. The huge golden-red pillar of fire split open from the middle, like petals tearing apart.

Turning into terrifying fire dragons.

These were all Changqin's own potential. In a way, he was worthy of being Zhurong's only child, representing annihilation. He definitely had the aptitude of a Calamity God, causing a thousand miles of scorched earth with a single move.

When the surrounding aura was suppressed to a balanced state by the two gods.

The white-haired Daoist exhaled a breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, his right index and middle fingers joined together, and stabbed out fiercely in the form of a sword gesture. The four great Daos of the domain circulated endlessly. The Fire God Zhurong was worried outside, while the Water God Gonggong had a calm expression. It was as if a vast sword aura swept across the sky.

The huge golden-red pillar separated into upper and lower layers at the same time.

Spilling into the air, gradually converging and disappearing.

The fire dragons were originally about to fly away, a sign of dissipating power, but were pulled back by the Daoist's backhand, becoming smaller and smaller, until finally they completely disappeared into the child's body. After dozens of breaths, there were no abnormalities.

Zhurong worriedly stepped forward and saw the Daoist in the white robe walking out slowly, holding the child.

The child, who had been red all over and bursting with a ferocious fiery aura, had returned to calm.

It seemed that because the yin and yang energies had been forcibly stabilized.

The violent aggressiveness that he had from birth gradually disappeared, replaced by a peaceful calmness and a gentle, clear feeling. Zhurong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, cupped his hands, and gave a deep salute. Wei Yuan, startled, reached out to stop him.

"Your Excellency Fire God, there's no need for such a grand salute."

"It's also that this poor Daoist has a connection with this child..."

Zhurong's emotions fluctuated, as if he couldn't restrain himself, and said: "This, this child's body, is also my long-cherished wish... Only now can it be considered somewhat recovered... By the way, does Your Excellency, have expertise in the arts of Qihuang?"

Wei Yuan nodded slightly.

Zhurong was actually friends with Zhuanxu. The two constantly played the qin.

The oldest rhythm game enthusiasts.

In the end, the gentle Shaohao was forced to throw Zhuanxu's qin off a cliff in front of his face. This matter was also recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, as the so-called—‘Outside the East Sea is a great ravine, the country of Shaohao. Shaohao cared for Emperor Zhuanxu here, and abandoned his qin and zither.’

Zhurong also came with Zhuanxu when he came to the Central Plains.

Calculating, Changqin's mother should still be alive...

"No problem."

"It's too late today, I will come to visit earlier tomorrow."

The Fire God Zhurong's expression was a mixture of joy and sorrow: "Really, thank you!"

He looked at the child in his arms, young and tender, with a face that already showed quiet beauty, resembling his mother's temperament even more. The huge fire dragon phenomena, with their scales of crystalline gold and red, were forcibly sealed into his soul by this Daoist, so that they wouldn't run wild. A flame-like mark was added to his brow, making him even more handsome.

Zhurong thought about it and said:

"How about, Your Excellency becomes my child's adoptive father?"

Adoptive father? Never mind...

I don't want to take on this cause and effect.

The white-haired Daoist shook his head, but then he remembered that this was just a small world, where was there any cause and effect?

Moreover, Changqin had reincarnated later, as the little Daoist A-Xuan of Longhu Mountain. The Daoist took the tender child, reached out, and stroked Changqin's brow. The flame pattern was formed by him sealing the Fire God's foundation with the four great Daos of the domain, but this was just a small world.

It seemed that in the real past, the Fire God and Water God had done it together.

The white-haired Daoist looked at the Fire God Zhurong, who seemed determined to repay him, so he simply held the tender Changqin and laughed freely:

"How about this, if there is fate in the future, how about entering my sect?"

Anyway, it's a small world, no need to bear any cause and effect.

That's how confident he was!

The child reached out and grabbed his finger. The white-haired Daoist lowered his head slightly, his white hair falling to his temples, his expression gentle, with a smile, and whispered playfully in the half-asleep, half-awake child's ear:

"This poor Daoist, Yuanshi..."

"Don't forget it."