The reflection of ancient events... In other words, this is what that shard of the heavens recorded before it shattered. And now, are these past experiences constantly appearing in the world evolved from the shard?

Is this recorded past repeating endlessly?

Or is it just that my entry here, stimulated by the aura of [Hun Tian] in my sleeve, activated this piece of recorded history? Hmm... Considering that Xian didn't anticipate the current situation and was even backfired upon, causing her true spirit to fall into slumber, the second possibility is more likely.

It's the aura of [Hun Tian].

So, did I actually坑 (kēng - screw over) Xian?

Who screwed her over?!

It was me!

It was me!

At this moment, a millennium of flowing wind happened to linger, and the mist at the edge of the sky dissipated. This simple event actually possessed an aura of grandeur, and the tribal people over there knelt on the ground in devout prayer. The white-haired Daoist was a step slow in the silence of the masses.

Wei Yuan saw a mountain that words could not describe, an incomparably majestic mountain supporting the heavens and the earth.

The complete Buzhou Mountain.

Supporting the boundary between heaven and earth, establishing the order of the myriad realms, the foundation of all worlds.

The white-haired Daoist slowly exhaled a breath.

Buzhou Mountain had not collapsed.

The sky had not shattered.

Everything had not happened.

Everything was about to happen.

This is the past represented by this shard of the heavens, the core of this [Heavenly Pure Essence], and the possibility of possessing it? Without breaking through the past recorded by the shard of the heavens, there's no way to take possession of this existence and turn it into a treasure?

What a difficult problem. How to break this predicament?

Is it to stop Gonggong, to gang up and defeat Gonggong before the water god Gonggong crashes into old Buzhou's waist?

Or to take old Buzhou's place and be rammed in the waist by Gonggong?

That's not necessary.

The cost is too high. Let old Buzhou withstand it. Anyway, the waist is useless to Him.

"What's wrong? Fox brother of the Tushan tribe..." The leader of that team raised his head, saw the white-haired Daoist gritting his teeth, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you here to participate in the Xuanyuan Hill gathering?"

"Don't you plan to watch Gonggong and Zhuanxu compete?"

The white-haired Daoist regained his senses and nodded slowly.

His expression was gentle, his words concise, and his answer was a double entendre:

"I'm going."

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This team was also branched out from the Youxiong clan. The leader saw the young girl Xian and generously offered a mount. The white-haired Daoist placed the amnesiac goddess on the back of the giant beast, but she was extremely wary, with a tendency to run away immediately.

After failing to escape for the fourth time, Wei Yuan grabbed the gray-robed girl by the collar, letting her wave her arms and legs, baring her teeth as if she were a ferocious little beast. He held his forehead with one hand, wanting to roar at the sky, but there was nothing he could do.

"Why are you running?!"

"Are you going to sell me?"

"I... who said that?"

The gray-robed girl didn't answer, but her golden pupils looked to the side, seeing the human tribe with many living beasts and the corpses of beasts, including various snakes. The humans of this era were still in the era when Emperor Xuanyuan was alive.

In the absence of the Ten Great Peaks, they were definitely the first-rate power in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

Although heroes such as Chi You, Xing Tian, Shen Nong, Feng Hou, and Li Mu had passed away, Emperor Xuanyuan was still alive. Wherever his Xuanyuan Sword pointed, it was the border of the human race, and the rebellious gods did not dare to directly confront its sharp edge.

The white-haired Daoist sighed helplessly and used a hand chop, saying,

"Forget it, I'll lead this fierce beast in front. Don't be afraid."

"I won't run away either."

And don't bite me.

The gray-robed girl nodded: "...Okay."

"Besides, you've already bitten me once. That's equivalent to branding. You won't be able to find me?" Wei Yuan complained weakly. The contact with the ancient god, almost bitten through, left a rich enough aura contact. Basically, she would be discovered wherever she ran.

The girl, whose true spirit seemed to be asleep, vaguely repeated:

"One bite is a brand?"

"Yes, it's your brand."

The white-haired Daoist replied.

Then he placed the girl on the back of the fierce beast, turned around, and led the giant beast forward. The gray-robed girl's eyes were slightly lowered, and she unconsciously reached out her fingers, pulling a strand of white hair from the Daoist's temples. The length reached the level where the white hair would fall to the ground when sitting down. That strand of temple hair was pulled behind by the girl and wrapped around her fingers, finally calming down.

Wei Yuan walked forward, lost in thought. The fierce beast next to him rarely felt fear towards him. Wei Yuan thought that since it was a reflection, the existences in this small world, whether it was Gonggong, Buzhou Mountain, or the humans, were all in a projected state.

Their actual strength wouldn't be as outrageous and terrifying as their original bodies. He should be able to participate in this grandest event in mythology without being killed in one hit.

However, since this is also considered a small world...

Then, haven't the Ten Great Peaks, who are unique across multiple worlds and timelines, noticed this?

Or is it that Their presence in this small world is obscured by the aura of [Hun Tian], preventing them from noticing? In that case, the last step Hun Tian took was truly a harvest so great that it's astonishing...

[Heavenly Dao], the Great Dao that transcends everything.

Did He really reach that step?

Wei Yuan's heart was extremely complex.

So, how to break this situation?

Should I try to defeat Gonggong first, or warn old Buzhou in advance?

In any case, the event of the sky collapsing must not happen again. As long as I can try to prevent it, then the mystery of this shard of the heavens should be solved...

After several days of trekking, Wei Yuan saw the ancient Xuanyuan Hill.

This was when Xuanyuan was still alive. Although the human heroes of the Shennong clan, Chi You, Xing Tian, and Feng Hou had disappeared or died, and Xuanyuan Hill was no longer at its peak, as long as Xuanyuan was still alive, it was still a force in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations that could not be ignored.

The Ten Great Peaks usually wouldn't appear, so the human race was already a first-rate power.

It was a pity that their lifespans were limited, and the Human Emperor status would also bring huge backlash, preventing successive Human Emperors from reincarnating. However, the lifespans of fierce beasts and gods far exceeded those of humans. In the same realm of strength, even if a demon god couldn't defeat a human powerhouse at their peak, they could still outlive them with their lifespan.

"Hahaha, I thought you would come. You're later than I expected."

"How was the harvest this time?"

A tall and sturdy man walked over with a laugh, hugged the leader of the team, and then looked over, saw the white-haired Daoist and the gray-robed girl, and asked in confusion, "I don't remember there being these two in your tribe... unfamiliar faces."

"Oh, this is the Tushan tribe's... Nüxi clan, Yuan."

"This is his companion, Xian."

"Tushan clan?!"

The man guarding Xuanyuan Hill of the Youxiong clan shrank his neck and said, "Nüxi clan, white hair? A man named... Xiyuan? Okay... The Tushan clan is a branch left by the Great Goddess Nüwa. Although she transformed seventy times a day back then, changing a lot of appearances, she is still the orthodox of our human race."

"Well, you're still welcome. Please come in..."

"We'll contact the Tushan clan later."

Wei Yuan nodded with a smile.

Anyway, after the selection is over, I'll slip away. It doesn't matter.

Could this also be considered the style of the Tushan clan?

"Also, your clothes..." The man pointed to Wei Yuan's black clothes and said, "Could it be that you support Gonggong?"

No, not only do I not support him, but I also really want to ram him in the waist.

Wei Yuan answered in his heart, looking at his clothes, black, representing the virtue of water.

How unlucky.

Wei Yuan sighed helplessly, then shook his head with a smile and said, "No, black clothes are just more convenient on the road. Well, Youxiong is the largest gathering place for merchants in the human race, so there should be places to sell goods, right?"

"Oh? Does the brother from the Tushan clan want to exchange something?"

The man from the Youxiong clan was very enthusiastic:

"Please, the tribe of Lady Leizu has also arrived. There are clothes woven from the silk of various exotic beasts, definitely worth the price. Hahaha, please!"

After thanking him, Wei Yuan walked into the Youxiong clan with Xian in her youthful state.

It must be said that the Youxiong clan of this era deserved to be a core place in the world. In any case, it could be considered rich in products, with everything available. Many spiritual objects that had become extinct in later generations were displayed on the ground like cabbages.

Wei Yuan didn't need the spiritual energy of these spiritual herbs to replenish his energy.

He just craved the taste of these things.

He bought a bunch of things he had never eaten in his first life, planning to find a place to stew them and try the flavor.

As for money, he had encountered many fierce beasts and wild beasts on the road for several days. Wei Yuan had tried it out, and now his whole body was shrouded and covered by the aura of [Hun Tian], which was higher than everything else, and his strength could be perfectly displayed.

It was great.

He had defeated many enemies along the way.

He didn't even need swordsmanship; the Tiangang Orthodox Method was powerful enough.

He had accumulated a lot of goods for exchange, and exchanged many things along the way, all stuffed into his sleeve universe. Now, he was exchanging for what he wanted to his heart's content, and then happily haggling with the old fogeys of ancient times. Wei Yuan, who had been tempered in later generations, even felt a sense of unease in his conscience for bullying these old fogeys.

After enjoying the joy of haggling, he bought them at the original price again.

The gray-robed girl looked at him in confusion.

Wei Yuan coughed, reflecting on whether he had been too scummy just now. It must have been the influence of Fuxi and Nüjiao. He said earnestly,

"Good children, don't learn from this."

Only after the words fell did he realize that this guy was Qing Shan Xian. Compared to being scummy...

He couldn't compare to her.

It was just that her true spirit seemed to be asleep now. Otherwise, he would probably be mocked. Wei Yuan put away this thought and walked to the Leizu tribe, asking to exchange for clothes. He immediately took a fancy to a set of cyan robes.

The ancient materials and the craftsmanship of the Leizu tribe were better than all the clothes Wei Yuan had ever worn.

Moreover, they possessed various spell-like abilities.

Of course, Wei Yuan himself didn't need them.

He exchanged them with satisfaction.

Wei Yuan was about to leave when he saw Xian in her gray robe. Thinking of what she had said before, he deliberately wanted to change into a set of Zhu Jiuyin's clothes, planning to scare him once. The corner of his mouth twitched. If he didn't take revenge for this big grudge now, when would he?

He pointed to the quiet girl and said, "Get her a set too."

The gray-robed girl raised her eyes and was stunned.

The white-haired Daoist waved his hand and said gently, "Go ahead, I'll wait here."

"Just pick what you like."

Watching her enter the house with the people from the Leizu tribe, the white-haired Daoist picked out things from the stall. It must be said that many of the things here were extremely good. Although they were primitive, they possessed a considerable amount of spiritual charm. They were powerful magic weapons without much refinement.

Among them was a stick that exuded a powerful aura of water.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and reached out to take it. Wuzhiqi should like this thing. He didn't know if—but just as he reached out, his hand happened to touch another hand. With his current cultivation, he didn't even have an advance warning. He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked to the side, and the other person also raised their eyes.

A youth, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a face that was not without beauty.

His height was more than two meters, but he appeared extremely well-proportioned. There was a gemstone-decorated band on his forehead.

He exuded a noble and dignified aura, radiating a vast and boundless power of water.

The white-haired Daoist narrowed his eyes.

Gonggong...

His second thought.

This guy doesn't seem to be at the level of the Ten Great Peaks yet? At least, this human incarnation isn't.

Should I hit him on the back of the head with a stick now?

If you can't solve the problem, just solve the guy who brought the problem.

Let him sleep through that period, automatically forfeit, and wouldn't the problem be solved?

Choose to fight Gonggong? Or replace Buzhou Mountain and be rammed?

No, no, no, I'll directly exploit a bug!

By Fuxi, I'm a genius!

Wei Yuan was momentarily tempted and subconsciously gripped the stick.