Chapter 1 The Beginning

Shuishen Gonggong, or rather, one of the human kings at this moment, raised an eyebrow at the white-haired Daoist.

"An unfamiliar face... And you are?"

"Oh, this is a brother from the Tushan clan. He came back with our trade caravan this time."

Before Wei Yuan could speak, a very enthusiastic big brother next to him introduced him. In the ancient years, the folk customs were simple and honest, even to this extent. He even enthusiastically introduced that this white-haired fox spirit of the Tushan clan was wearing black clothes when he came, and he was definitely supporting the Gonggong tribe, blah blah blah.

The white-haired Daoist's smile was a little strained.

Gonggong looked at the green shirt on him and said, "Black clothes?"

Wei Yuan smiled and replied, "Green clothes are more comfortable."

The handsome god raised an eyebrow, not saying much, and said, "Do you want this thing?"

Wei Yuan was mentally rehearsing the scene. With Gonggong's arrogance, if he were to snatch something from him, there would definitely be a conflict between the two sides. Then, he would casually give him a hard blow to the back of the head. This guy would definitely not be able to react, and Emperor Xuanyuan would not be able to say there was a problem with it.

Perfect!

The white-haired Daoist raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes, I want it."

"Good eye."

Gonggong nodded.

Then he casually pointed to a few things next to him and said, "Then I'll take these..."

The white-haired man, who was preparing to provoke him and then strike with a stick, was stunned.

Wait, wait...

This isn't going according to the script!

Gonggong, are you in such a good mood right now?

Could it be that the reason your temper is so bad later is because you rammed your head into old Buzhou's waist.

Old Buzhou was unlucky, and your head was also rammed into a bad temper? Flooding the world and overturning the Nine Provinces at every turn...

Wei Yuan's plan failed. He saw the water god Gonggong buying a pile of things and handing them to his subordinates to carry. There were even ordinary little toys that children would play with. The Daoist twirled the water stick, lost in thought.

A woman from the Leizu tribe next to him sighed and said, "His Majesty Gonggong is still like this..."

"Every time he returns from battle, he buys these things for the children."

"Children?"

Wei Yuan asked.

"Yes."

The woman replied, "His Majesty Gonggong is fighting against the demons outside. He is one of the war gods of the human race tribes. But even with Him, many tribesmen still die in battle, some from the Gonggong tribe, some from other tribes. His Majesty Gonggong will bring these children back and protect them."

"That's a good thing..."

"Otherwise, without their parents, who knows how many children would die outside."

The white-haired Daoist held the water stick, slightly surprised. What exactly happened between Gonggong, the water god who violently flooded the Nine Provinces, and Gonggong, the current water official of the human race, a human king? Wei Yuan bought this stick, and it could only be said that it was worthy of being an ancient spiritual material. This good thing was not cheap at any time.

Exchanging goods for goods, Wei Yuan took out a large pile of monster beast materials.

Among them, there were even corpses of monster beasts approaching the level of mountain gods, which were exchanged for this stick.

The Qi of Hunyuan circulated internally. If this stick was in the hands of a suitable person, every strike could use the Qi of Hunyuan. With one strike, it would be extremely heavy, and it could even break the god's waist. Water attribute, metal material, metal and water generate each other, endlessly circulating, and even locking in a strand of Hunyuan Qi.

This outrageous thing would only appear in the core area of the human race in this ancient era.

After waiting for a while, the maiden Xian finally came out.

The originally gray clothes were changed into a white garment, with ancient tribal patterns on it, looking dignified and elegant. Her black hair hung down behind her, tied once in the middle with a simple hair rope. She wore small deerskin boots produced by the Jiuli tribe on her feet, and a string of bells hung around her waist.

"Not bad..."

Wei Yuan was surprised.

Even though she has amnesia, her aesthetic sense is still online? Rather, this is completely different from her original aesthetic, right?

That's right, he hadn't noticed before that Xian, whose overall aura was like a burning flame, would like plain and elegant green clothes. Qingyi living in Chishui was really an outrageous thing. There must be some regrets in ancient history. Wei Yuan rubbed his brows, feeling that the history he knew was probably changed.

Rather, the past history, passed down through words and word of mouth, must have subjective biases.

There would be deviations of this kind or that kind, but now that he had come to the world reflected by the fragments of the heavens, he could use his own eyes to see what happened back then. Wei Yuan was about to leave when he felt his sleeve being pulled.

Subconsciously turning around, the maiden who had changed her clothes pointed behind him.

"Huh?"

The white-haired Daoist was puzzled, and then his gaze subconsciously shifted, seeing the women of the Leizu tribe carrying out sets of clothes, filling an entire platform. The Daoist's gaze froze, and the maiden said, "You said, I could choose what I like..."

"I did say that... You like all of these?"

Wei Yuan's throat was dry.

"Yes, I like them all."

Wei Yuan rubbed his brows, briefly counting the goods in his Qiankun sleeve, and then put his hands on Xian's shoulders, earnestly saying, "It's okay to like these things, but, Xian, you are a god. A god should have the grace and bearing of a god."

"A god cannot just take whatever they want immediately. That's too undignified."

Xian asked doubtfully:

"Can't take it immediately? Why can't I take what I like immediately?"

"Um... Look, you are a god."

"There's no need to get it all at once. Although these things are not yours now, you can slowly get them in the future. In the long life of a god, the things you like, even if they are not yours now, will surely belong to you in the future."

"So, there's no need to fight for them. Just maintain composure and the grace of a god."

"Just wait calmly for the final moment to arrive with this grace and restraint..."

Wei, the museum curator, racked his brains to make his words sound reasonable.

The maiden nodded, seeming to accept this statement: "The grace and restraint of a god."

"What belongs to me will eventually belong to me?"

"Yes, hahaha, hahahaha, maiden, you are very perceptive!"

The Daoist smiled heartily, waved to the Leizu tribe women who were secretly laughing over there, and told them to put things away. The woman across from him had just been in the house and came out to see who was being so generous. She nodded with a smile and said, "From the Tushan tribe?"

"Hmm? Is it that obvious..."

"Very obvious." The white-haired woman nodded with a gentle smile.

"What you said also makes sense."

Wei Yuan chuckled dryly and muttered to himself, "Actually, I'm just broke."

In the end, Wei Yuan only bought Xian's first set of clothes and then took her to find a place to live. Along the way, he saw many things that only existed in this era in the stalls, emitting various spiritual lights that were extremely tempting. Wei Yuan had actually understood that the reason why these precious spiritual materials disappeared completely in the era of King Yu a few hundred years later was because the pillars of heaven collapsed and the rules and order were disrupted.

This led to the overall divine era rules becoming more and more violent and chaotic.

These materials with rich spiritual rhyme were relatively fragile, and their growing environment was also very harsh. They disappeared with the advent of the greatest catastrophe of this divine era. And only the existence of these things told Wei Yuan that he was currently in the small world reflected by the fragments of the heavens, the ancient years that were reflected.

The world changed, and the rules of heaven and earth flowed.

Only the poverty of Wei, the museum curator, ran through ancient and later generations.

Wei Yuan looked at the things he wanted to buy, as if he had walked into a bookstore, or an art student had walked into a large stationery store, wanting to move everything away. The desire to shop was rising, making him excited, as if he could embrace the whole world with open arms.

Then he looked at his 'money,' and a burst of passion instantly cooled down.

Poverty makes me rational.

And in the end, Wei, the museum curator, discovered that he didn't even have the money he spent when he lived in the Youxiong tribe. It didn't matter to him, but he couldn't let Xian in this state sleep on the streets with him... Zhu Jiuyin would beat him violently. He always felt that the two of them were more like siblings than halves of a soul.

Make money...

Wei Yuan twirled the last remaining [goods] and looked at the fruits being sold next to him.

Lost in thought.

Because Xuanyuan Hill was about to hold the succession of the human emperor, it was quite lively here now. People came and went, different tribes, and even gods and demons, were touring here. Wei Yuan twirled it and realized that this was completely a place suitable for setting up a stall to sell snacks.

Wei Yuan exchanged the remaining goods for a place to set up a stall.

Then he set up a stall and started selling dim sum and stir-fries directly. He could only say thank you to Shi Yi for the competition that year, which made Wei Yuan understand how to make a snack stall. Hmph, a bunch of ancient people, come and understand the experience points of later Yanhuang gourmets!

Soon the stall was full of people.

Wei Yuan was busy and happy.

In fact, if the monsters and beasts near Xuanyuan Hill hadn't been completely eradicated, Wei Yuan would have wanted to go out hunting, but he was also very handy in doing the old business of setting up a stall to cook. The maiden Xian quietly sat on the stone behind him. She could hear many voices around her.

‘Hey, hurry up, a Tushan tribe member is setting up a stall over there…’

‘Hmm? Are they spiritual materials?’

‘No, no, no, it’s just a cook’s stall…’

‘Oh? Hahaha, so he’s a cook from the Tushan tribe. No big deal, then.’

‘That’s right. Strong people are all hunting fierce beasts. Why would they deign to set up a stall?’

Xian narrowed her eyes, reached out and pulled on Wei Yuan's sleeve.

"Did buying these clothes for me cost too much money?"

"Let's return them..."

"Return?"

"Return what?" The white-haired Daoist turned his head and smiled, "Don't you like them very much?"

Xian organized the human language that she was still unfamiliar with:

"But... to make you, a strong person, do such a thing..."

"It's okay. If you like this thing, then it has value."

"I'm also used to these things."

The white-haired Daoist turned around and continued to greet the customers.

Looking at the back of the strong man who could wield magnificent sword qi and eliminate demons and gods with thunder techniques, the young dragon girl opened her mouth, silently retracted her hand, and played with the bells. The hard work of the day was ultimately worth it. The catering industry in the ancient era was absolutely profitable. There was no competition.

The level of the fried noodles master at the entrance of the residential area was enough to kill everyone.

In the end, Wei, the museum curator, took the dragon girl Xian to live in a stone house, watching the stars flowing outside. From time to time, magnificent vitality turned into rainbow lights that flowed endlessly, brilliant and dazzling, but they all vaguely revolved around the heavenly pillar Buzhou Mountain.

This was the only phenomenon in ancient times.

To prevent the collapse of the sky in this fragment world, one way was to knock out the water god Gonggong, but it was not easy to do so now. On the other hand, Wei Yuan thought of it while cooking. He only needed to remind old Buzhou not to watch the fun, or at least, at least when you watch the fun, turn on the mythological concept.

Wouldn't that be it?

Once the mythological concept of Buzhou Mountain was turned on, it would definitely be in the top three in this era.

The current water official Gonggong, at least in human form, was not one of the top ten peaks. It was also possible that his main body was one of the top ten peaks, or that he had realized the mystery of water flow accumulating momentum at the moment of his final rampage and took this step. But no matter what the situation, this guy would only knock himself out if he rammed into old Buzhou's mythological concept.

The number one fun-seeker in ancient times would become the water god Gonggong.

He would injure his own neck while ramming into others.

Well, first go and remind old Buzhou.

Then come back and have a friendly chat with the water god Gonggong.

Wei, the museum curator, was about to go out when Xian grabbed his sleeve and said, "Where are you going?!"

"I'm going out for a while. I'll be back soon. You rest first. Don't worry, it's very safe here in the human race."

"I will leave a defense formation."

Wei Yuan pointed out, leaving his aura in this place, and then left. His cultivation was already enough to be called a top-notch expert. It seemed to be wrapped in the aura of Houtian, so even in this small world, he was not restricted or affected and could exert his strength to the fullest.

It even had the ability to conceal his aura.

Wei Yuan thought about it. He had already revealed that he was from the Tushan clan before. If he caused any trouble later, it would not be good to involve the Tushan clan in this small world. He had to change his aura. He took out a brand from his Qiankun sleeve.

It was the symbol representing [Yuanshi]. When constructing the thirty-six heavens system, he used Hu Di [Refining Falsehood into Truth] to create a mask that no one had ever seen. This vest was very clean. Wei Yuan covered his face with this mask, and his aura suddenly changed.

Then, the aura of the Houtian letterhead was added, making this aura even more mysterious and unpredictable.

Immediately, he went straight to the location of the heavenly pillar.

Buzhou Mountain was traveling in the six voids and suddenly felt a palpitation, so he restrained his divine soul.

A vast and deep voice fell.

"What god dares to come to the boundary of this heavenly pillar?"

At the same time, a palm force of the Buzhou Mountain technique, seemingly slow but actually fast, domineering and unparalleled, was unleashed, striking at the uninvited guest. However, he saw a sleeve covering it, and the unparalleled power of Buzhou Mountain was actually directly contained, without revealing the slightest abnormality.

Buzhou Mountain God frowned slightly, raised his eyes to look, and saw a figure he had never seen before.

The green shirt had turned into a white Daoist robe, with black inside, and the sleeves were decorated with golden patterns like the Heavenly Emperor.

Ink-colored wooden hairpin, white hair hanging down.

Step by step, he stepped into the void, singing loudly in the Yuxu.

It was [Yuanshi]!

"Who are you..."

"This poor Daoist is just an outer Qi refiner, here to inform you of something."

"Hmm?! What is it?"

Buzhou Mountain frowned and asked.

There were still many other mountain gods around, with powerful auras, surrounding the pillar of heaven, the top ten peaks.

The white-haired Daoist spoke without holding back, his tone calm:

"I observe that you recently."

"There may be a bloody disaster."