Chapter 104 The Past

Youxiong Tribe, Xuanyuan Hill.

"...From later generations, later generations..."

Wei Yuan had already changed into a green robe, jade pendant hanging from his waist, looking every bit like the white fox boss of the Tushan Qingqiu Kingdom. He sat in front of the shop he had acquired, lost in murmurs and bewilderment. A day had passed since Bai Ze had revealed the secrets of heaven to him.

Of course, Wei Yuan didn't believe Bai Ze's words that day.

Believe you?!

I wouldn't believe you even if a water ghost hit my head with a bottle of soda.

But when Wei Yuan tried with this as the core, using the Zongdi Jingguang technique with the Golden Crow Transforming Rainbow Art, he traversed madly for a day, touring around. He went north to the North Sea, south to the Kingdom of Yumin, and east to observe the turbulent waves of the Great Ravine, a vast power that no small world could reach.

The main point was that he saw the surging laws in the outer sea of the Age of Gods, and the small worlds born from them. This was the true status of the outer sea of the Great Wilderness Age of Gods. With the facts before his eyes, Wei Yuan could only believe it, no matter how unwilling he was.

At that time, he stared at the birth of that small world, completely dumbfounded.

Poke, poke.

A stick poked the face of the Daoist in green robes and white hair, who rarely had a leisurely and elegant, refined temperament.

It poked out a series of dents.

The other end of the stick was held by Xian, who was wearing a fiery red dress.

The top was a light-colored shirt, and the bottom was a long skirt that flowed like flames, a gift from Zhurong.

Of course, the clothes from the Leizu tribe had to be changed every other day, but the bell around her waist was still hanging there. The Daoist in green robes grabbed one end of the stick, rolling his eyes, and looked at the girl Xian, whose face had few expressions but whose movements were not lacking at all. A hundred water ghosts carrying soda ran wildly through his heart.

Damn it, he had returned to the past.

And it just had to be Xian who had lost her memory...

Wei Yuan still remembered that it was Xian who had pulled his wrist and walked in with him.

Then he found Xian nearby, but she had lost her memory, or rather, her True Spirit seemed to be sleeping. She wasn't as powerful and vast as before, and even her memories had fallen asleep.

After thinking for a long time, Wei Yuan could only attribute the matter to the letter from Huntian.

And the Huntian Qi that wrapped him.

Fuxi had said that trying to participate in those vast events and change the course of history would be met with the superimposed backlash of the fate of countless historical beings. Therefore, when Wei Yuan had mentioned the idea of "Juedi Tiantong" (severing the connection between Heaven and Earth) in advance, a portion of the Huntian Qi would be consumed.

"But... defying time and participating in major events."

"This has far surpassed what Fuxi has done..."

The white-haired Daoist stretched out his hand. The words on that letter had gradually begun to fade, as if they had been washed away by the long years. He was silent for a long time before he murmured softly:

"Heaven is the highest in the realm, derived from the Great Oneness."

"Surpassing all Heavenly Daos."

"Naturally, it is also above time and fate. You actually did it..."

"What?!"

With a whoosh, Wei Yuan's eyes blurred, and the face of the girl Xian was close in front of him, startling Wei Yuan. He subconsciously flicked his finger on the girl's forehead, causing her to cover her forehead and retreat with a whimper, glaring at Wei Yuan with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?!"

"...Instinctive reaction." The white-haired Daoist covered his forehead and apologized honestly.

Then he looked at those familiar golden vertical pupils and said, "So, you really don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

The girl Xian crossed her arms and looked at him askance.

"It's about what happened between us before." The white-haired Daoist opened his mouth, thinking of the restrictions he was under in this era. He had asked Bai Ze for four hours, almost annoying him to the point of vomiting, and making him swear that he would never work overtime again and would slack off until he died. Only then did Guardian Wei understand the restrictions.

Once he spoke of future events, it would accelerate the consumption of Huntian Qi.

After it was exhausted, Wei Yuan would be directly punched back to his original timeline by the terrifying backlash of the superimposed fate of countless beings between these two time periods, about five or six thousand years. As for how powerful this would be, it would depend on how big of a mess he made and how many living beings were involved.

Strictly speaking, if it involved major events in these six thousand years, in the Three Realms, Eight Desolations, and even the heavens and myriad worlds of small worlds, this punch would be enough to send Guardian Wei to become the second Old Buzhou, directly going back to sleep on his butt for five or six thousand years to recover his health.

This was still with Buzhou Mountain's indestructible body locking his blood, locking the last bit of blood.

If it were replaced by other gods of the same level, they would be directly blasted into oblivion.

This thing is called interfering with fate and mocking time. You just say whether these two want to mess with you or not.

Damn! Fucking damn it!

In short, he needed to be cautious.

He needed to resolve the current problem and retain enough Huntian Qi to safely return to later generations.

Wei Yuan changed his wording and said, "It's about the first time we met."

He said, "I came to the Great Wilderness for the first time, and then, I kidnapped... cough cough, bound the moon and a mountain. At that time, I was being chased, running and running in the Great Wilderness, wanting to wait for Zhujiuyin, um, Zhuzhao Jiuyou (illuminating the nine幽), Jiuyou doesn't exist yet, there's no such name yet. In short, I planned to find him, and then you..."

The Daoist pointed to the confused girl and said:

"You forcibly replaced Zhujiuyin and came to me."

"That was the first time we met, do you have any impression?"

The girl Xian pondered.

The bells jingled softly as she squatted in front of the Daoist.

She stretched out her palm and pressed it on the Daoist's forehead, saying seriously:

"Are you sick? Did you burn your brain out?"

"The first time we met, it was when I was surrounded by those fierce beasts, and you descended from the sky."

As expected, just saying this was useless.

The state of this guy's memory slumber was more serious than expected.

She pulled me in here, and now she's lost her memory? Too cunning, right?

The Daoist slumped back into his original position and continued to rack his brains.

The girl nibbled on a candied hawthorn, curiously looking at him, feeling that it was very funny. How could someone say such interesting and romantic things like kidnapping the moon and a mountain, and running in the Great Wilderness? Hmm, and Zhujiuyin... What a strange name.

After kidnapping the moon, a god descending from the sky to save him?

Such an encounter... wasn't bad either.

She was a god, and gods wouldn't forget such things. At this moment, the girl nibbled on the pastry, mixing the sweet taste with it, and casually recorded these stories in her heart. At that time, the long wind blew through the streets of Xuanyuan Hill, and time had not yet aged. She didn't know the future stories.

Her feet stepped in the pond, leaning against the big tree, listening to the wind.

The Daoist over there, in green robes and white hair, closed his eyes, seeming to be able to stay like this forever.

Well, it was just an ordinary day.

An ordinary story.

……………………

In the afternoon.

"In short! You! Stay away from me!"

Bai Ze hid behind a big tree. This divine beast, which was considered relatively responsible in ancient times, was chased and asked and asked by the white-haired Daoist, and was about to develop a stress response. At this moment, he vowed to slack off for ten years before continuing to work.

Although he wasn't considered diligent in the first place.

But, but he must not work for ten years.

Bai Ze secretly vowed in his heart.

He would talk about it after ten years.

"In short, don't come near me, I'm afraid I'll lose my lifespan!!!"

Bai Ze jumped down abruptly and fled in a panic. The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He bent down to pick up a fallen leaf, raised his eyes, and looked at this Youxiong Tribe, the big tree that had been planted by the first heroes. This tree had grown extremely tall and large, and its branches spread outward, covering large areas.

"...Time?"

The Daoist's expression calmed down. He was now hesitant, not knowing whether he should stop Gonggong from striking Buzhou Mountain. This would undoubtedly bring great damage and a future of suffering to living beings, but... if he really stopped such a future?

Then there would be a huge change in fate.

Certainly many people in this era would be saved by him.

And the descendants of these people, after thousands of years, would be another group of people. There would be no Gonggong striking Buzhou Mountain, no floods inundating the nine provinces, no King Yu, and no future of dividing the human world. The human race would likely continue to stay in this gap between the Great Wilderness and Kunlun.

The fate of everything would be completely rewritten, and the course of history would definitely not be the same as the world he knew, which meant that there would be no Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty, no conflicts of the Three Kingdoms, no Yanhuang that he was familiar with.

But, Yanhuang was ultimately Yanhuang.

But this meant that, in all likelihood, there would be no Master Kong, no First Emperor, no Laozi, no teacher, no old Daoist, not even the Binghun (Soldier's Soul) water ghost, and no snack stall owner he met on the roadside...

When fate was changed, the people who would originally appear would cease to exist.

Then, if he saved the lives of the people of this era, did it mean that he directly killed and erased the lives of those who would have been born in the future? If Wei Yuan was just a person of this era, then he would naturally fight with all his might.

But precisely because he had seen the future, he was hesitant.

Changing the present was equivalent to erasing a future.

The Daoist sighed and finally understood why even Fuxi, who could partially interfere with fate and make moves that affected the ages, would not easily do such a thing unless he could directly fix the future fate. Otherwise, every move could bring about huge and unacceptable changes.

"...What a huge dilemma."

The Daoist finally threw down the leaf in his hand and smiled bitterly a few times. Perhaps Bai Ze had guessed something and didn't want to face this problem, so he chose to slip away directly? Although this guy's strength could be said to be a disgrace to civil officials, his intuition in this regard was incredibly amazing.

"However, there's no point in thinking about this. According to my understanding, if I were to participate in such a huge event, the Huntian Qi would disappear in an instant. I estimate that the second I planned to knock Gonggong unconscious, I would be backlashed by the torrent of the era."

"However, at least I still have some things I can do."

"Coming here and doing nothing would be too wasteful, wouldn't it?"

"Um, I can't directly speak of the future, and I can't directly distort someone's fate. Then, as long as I don't do it intentionally, wouldn't that be okay...? For example, carving my swordsmanship insights directly on the rocks near the major tribes of the human race, directly leaving behind martial will and sword intent inheritance."

"Heh... Would this be considered spreading martial arts to the world?"

"Or writing a secret manual and burying it somewhere in the human race."

"When it's dug up by later generations and produces an impact, I'll have already returned. The backlash won't be able to find me... Should I also leave the name [Yu Xu Palace] on these secret manuals? That way, cultivators in the Middle and Near Ancient Ages who dig it up will discover that Yu Xu Palace has existed since ancient times."

Exploiting time bugs!

Directly writing the trajectory of later history was impossible, even for the words to be written down.

But the martial arts classics that I created myself didn't exist in later generations.

Um, Yu Xu Palace... I should think about this name again, or else Lord Hudi might die of obesity after only losing weight for a few days...

Wait, if Yu Xu Palace really had an imprint and a name left behind in the past.

Would this be considered making the fake real?

Or rather, is it simply that it's real, which is the highest realm of making the fake real?

The Daoist paced slowly, slowly conceiving the ideas in his heart.

Unknowingly, he walked to the Leizu Tribe again. After thinking about it, he decided to visit and see how Leizu was doing now. As a big spender who actually bought a set of clothes for the girl Xian after having money, Guardian Wei received a warm welcome from the Leizu Tribe.

Learning that the man from the Tushan Tribe in front of them was skilled in medicine and had treated Leizu before, the women's smiles became more sincere. After Wei Yuan drank three cups of flower tea, Leizu finally came out, looking like her white hair was a bit dimmer, but the aura in her body was still magnificent.

This vast aura, on the contrary, prevented the injuries from healing.

The Daoist's expression dimmed, but Leizu was quite calm and composed, smiling and saying, "These are some old injuries, little one, don't be too concerned." Wei Yuan didn't know what to say. After knowing that this was the real history, when he looked at these human heroes whose fates were already set, he couldn't help but feel a burst of sorrow.

Regardless of whether Gonggong struck Buzhou Mountain or not, the fates of Leizu and Xuanyuan would not change much.

They were the last light of the previous legendary era.

And light always dissipated.

Wei Yuan thought of the quarrel between Leizu and Xuanyuan, hesitated, and then said, "I don't know what the quarrel between you and Xuanyuan is about. The two of you have supported each other for a lifetime, and now..."

The white-haired woman lowered her eyes: "...It's my incompetent child."

"Chaos..."

Chaos, the Four Fiends.

The incompetent son of Emperor Xuanyuan.

Wei Yuan paused slightly. Leizu smiled gently and said, "Although this is the reason for our quarrel, it is not the root cause. There are always many things, but this life is just like this, arguing and supporting each other... Back then, it was actually fine, there were many, many friends around, and we never felt bored."

"Now there are only two of us left. Although there are more and more people in this Xuanyuan Hill, we feel lonely."

"If we don't argue for too long, we feel bored instead."

"Is that so..."

The Daoist felt that he couldn't really get the answer to this quarrel. Perhaps, as Leizu said, this was just their way of getting along, or perhaps the reason for this quarrel came from the already deceased legendary era, from those heroes who were imprinted on the legends and history.

Wei Yuan said, "Chaos is..."

Leizu was silent and said softly, "He was bewitched by the Lord of Guixu (the place where all things return to nothingness)."

"Unfortunately, I am not the opponent of that Lord of Guixu now, and Xuanyuan, he cannot leave..."

Lord of Guixu?!

Wei Yuan's eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly became interested. Guixu, the Lord of a hidden superpower, basically wandered outside the major events of the years, but was an absolute enemy. And the characteristic of Guixu, the destruction of all laws, was also likely related to the two enemies who attacked Zhuanxu and Gonggong.

Most importantly, the Lord of Guixu roamed outside of fate.

Although it was a large power comparable to Kunlun and the Great Wilderness.

But its lord had not been born for thousands of years for some reason, absent from major events, only active in the dark.

And his strength had not reached the top ten peaks.

This seemed to be inconsistent with common sense.

But precisely, killing him did not require bearing backlash, and the benefits were enormous!

This might be a truly beneficial way for the various eras of the human world, without having to bear the backlash.

The white-haired Daoist sighed inwardly, put down the teacup, and looked at Leizu:

"Then, Senior, do you know where the Lord of Guixu is?"

"Huh?"

Leizu was slightly startled and hadn't reacted yet.

Then she heard a flat promise that made her speechless and lost in thought.

The Daoist in white hair and green robes calmly said the second sentence:

"I'll go kill him."

ps: Today's first update... four thousand six hundred words.

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