Chapter 174 Yu Xu

The clear and distinct lines of heavenly secrets stretched out, blatantly and directly, towards the white-haired Daoist. The hatred and rage they carried were so intense that even the Hetu Luoshu could sense them clearly. The Hetu Luoshu, lying on the ground, was shocked—

I thought I was miserable enough.

I didn't expect there was someone even more reckless than me!

Who is this person, so brave!

Doesn't he know that White Hair has completely changed?

The Hetu Luoshu watched as the white-haired Daoist casually pinched the Tianji line pointing towards him with his right hand. It knew that this was a unique characteristic of the Buzhou lineage, which allowed them to directly interact with ethereal things like heavenly secrets, concepts, and laws.

This was something even the Heavenly Emperor Dijun and Fuxi couldn't do; it was a unique skill.

As for the other old Buzhou Mountain God…

Well, that one was more bold, less refined, and not as skilled in manipulating heavenly secrets. He wasn't very good at divination or sudden premonitions, and his back was a bit fragile…

So, perhaps only this white-haired Daoist could do something as crude as grabbing a Tianji line. Although he wasn't skilled in heavenly calculations, he was immune to a considerable degree of divination targeting him, unless Fuxi himself took action.

The Hetu Luoshu followed the aura and subconsciously explored.

Then its schadenfreude gradually disappeared.

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East Sea, Palace of the Wood God Jumang.

This god's palace possessed the Qi of Yi Wood, and it was very rich. As the lowest-ranked among the Four Seas gods, he still possessed a position far surpassing other beings. The palace held most of the treasures of the vast East Sea.

At this moment, the generals in the palace looked extremely grim.

Just now, they had lost contact with the East Sea Emperor, as if he had completely disappeared. When they contacted the West Sea, they found that they had also lost contact with Jin Zheng Rushou.

This caused the gods of the East and West Seas to fall into worry and hidden panic.

Especially when a huge change had occurred in the North Sea before.

To be honest, they were really worried.

Worried that they would wake up one day and be told that Jumang and Rushou were just incarnations, and that the East Sea and West Sea each had their original masters, which was outrageous. As for the safety of the two emperors, they were somewhat worried, but not too much.

Who was Rushou?

His mastery of the Geng metal Dao was second only to the Western Queen.

In the distant past, if that girl hadn't risen out of nowhere like a brilliant star, shining over the Great Wilderness and achieving unparalleled feats with a spear, then the title of Lord of Geng Metal would have belonged to Rushou, instead of just being a Jin Zheng.

He might have even stepped into the ranks of the top ten peaks.

Such a great god, skilled in attack, coupled with the wood god Jumang, skilled in healing and vitality.

It was a combination strong enough to roam freely below the top ten.

Even among the top ten peaks, those who were not good at attacking and fighting might not be able to easily defeat these two. In this world, the top ten peaks each sat at the highest point, either dominating one side or living in seclusion, not appearing in the world.

These two were already top-tier existences.

Of course, they didn't need to worry about their safety.

They just wanted to understand the reason why the two emperors had disappeared together.

“Even an emperor standing above countless living beings, being extremely powerful, isn't completely without a way to contact. There are so many rare treasures in the world, and we happen to have such things, but we need to work together.”

The East Sea general slowly opened his mouth, then slightly flipped his wrist, and an object appeared in his hand.

It radiated a vast spiritual energy fluctuation.

It was a stone tablet, with extremely complex patterns flowing on it, showing the changes of heavenly secrets, a strange and unpredictable power. The West Sea Prime Minister also looked solemn and took out a similar stone tablet. Both stone tablets were part of the Hetu Luoshu, linked to each other.

“Respected Hetu Luoshu, may I ask, where are the East Sea Emperor and the West Sea Emperor at this moment…”

They placed the treasures and spiritual materials in their hands as sacrifices.

The two Hetu Luoshu faintly had a feeling of connected auras.

Finally, they transformed into a illusory body, and finally absorbed the spirituality of those advanced spiritual materials, and the spiritual patterns combined into pictures, which were huge and magnificent palaces pulled by countless war generals, dragon beasts, and tiger beasts, and the two emperors were drinking.

The next scene.

Boundless sword Qi overflowed, and in an instant, the majestic war general turned into dust.

Pure sword Qi directly pierced the center of the West Sea Emperor Rushou's eyebrows.

Then the picture changed, the magnificent palace collapsed and was destroyed, and a white-haired, green-shirted Daoist stepped out, flipping his right hand and casually pressing it on the top of Jumang's head, instantly dissipating all the East Sea Emperor's Qi and causing his true spirit to collapse and die.

A moment of silence…

The leader of the East Sea generals and the prime minister of the West Sea were extremely grieved after the great shock. After that silence, their palms trembled and said, “…Who exactly is it?! Who is this Daoist?!”

The Hetu Luoshu's clone had no self-awareness, and the picture flowed again.

The heavenly secret directly pointed to the white-haired, green-shirted Daoist himself.

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In a small world on the frontier, Wei Yuan pinched the Tianji line.

The Hetu Luoshu followed the induction of the Tianji, and figured out which idiot was so bold as to divine the current Daoist, and then the gloating in his heart disappeared little by little.

Ah, hahaha, who is so stupid to dare to calculate this guy?

Ah, it's me!

It's me, waaaaaa!

Wei Yuan pinched this wisp of Tianji and said, “Hetu Luoshu.”

“Yes! Yes!”

The grief-stricken Hetu Luoshu shuddered and said, “Your humble little Luo is always at your service!”

“If your clones have two more, can you help find the truth of the past?”

“Ah, this, there should be no problem…”

“Good.”

The white-haired Daoist nodded, closed his eyes slightly, clenched his fingers, directly grasped the wisp of Tianji pointing to him, and then actively opened his defense, allowing the Hetu Luoshu over there to divine himself, and incidentally strengthened the connection in the opposite direction, trying to move the induction between here and there.

It's just that the distance is a bit far, and there are many turbulent seas in the middle. It is not as calm as when pointing to the human world. Wei Yuan tried several times, but he was not able to successfully grasp the desired Tianji, and there was no way to make his desired special situation appear.

Well, it seems that the so-called formations and treasures for suppressing Tianji are necessary.

My methods will be restrained by these things.

The two places in the East China Sea and the West China Sea have been managed by Jumang and Rushou for tens of thousands of years, or even longer. They have become quite stable and cannot be easily interfered with. At this moment, Wei Yuan vaguely ‘heard’ a familiar voice, and then the stability of the East China Sea and the West China Sea was instantly broken.

That balance was flawed and loopholes appeared.

Wei Yuan reacted instantly, stretched out his hand, and took the initiative to move his destiny, causing a spatial rift to appear over there. After thinking about it, he felt that it seemed that he could just reach out and fish it out, so he stretched out his hand.

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At the East Sea, after experiencing a long time that made people hold their breath and feel nervous.

New pictures were finally displayed on the Hetu Luoshu.

At that time, the West Sea Emperor Rushou had already died, and Jumang was still alive, and seemed extremely angry, and asked angrily: “Who the hell are you?!”

The white-haired, green-shirted Daoist in the picture took half a step and replied in a flat tone:

“Yu Xu…”

Tear!

The sound of space shattering was suddenly clear.

The gods present suddenly raised their heads, their pupils contracted, and they saw the white-haired Daoist in the picture stretched out his hand. Clearly it was just an illusion, clearly it was just a deduced Tianji picture, but a fair and slender palm stretched out, and the five fingers slightly turned and grasped the void.

The two Hetu Luoshu turned into streamers, were held in the palm of the hand, and flew into the sleeves.

Truly.

The vast, empty, cold and indifferent aura overflowed.

The next moment, the space reclosed.

The palm disappeared.

At the same time, the two Hetu Luoshu steles disappeared.

In a dead silence, only a flat voice fell.

“Yuanshi.”

The two strongest bodies of the East China Sea and the West China Sea at this moment were cold, their pupils contracted, cold sweat kept flowing down, their hearts surged, and boundless fear recognized this method. When they found that they were being spied on by Tianji, they calmly fought back and directly attacked from a distance of thousands of miles.

Supreme supernatural power!

Such means.

The combat power of instantly killing two emperors…

Yu Xu Yuanshi…

Could it be, could it be…

Just when there was a dead silence, a cry of surprise came from outside, and several figures flew in in panic and said, “It’s terrible! It’s terrible!”

“What’s the matter? Why are you so flustered!” The East Sea God asked angrily.

The monk who reported knelt on the ground, his face pale:

“Outside the East China Sea, Yu Xu Palace disciples led the North Sea army to arrive…”

Then another figure rushed in in panic and lost his voice:

“Not good!”

“The Yu Xu disciple who fought with the Emperor, holding a spear and leading three thousand guards, has broken through the defenses of the West China Sea, what should we do!”

In a dead silence.

The shadow named Yu Xu enveloped the Four Seas.

Completely, with an incomparably strong posture, branded in their hearts.

Truly.

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In the small world, Wei Yuan watched the three Hetu Luoshu instantly merge into one, and the whole seemed to be much more complete. In order to prevent this guy from drifting again, Wei Guan Zhu held the Chang'an sword in his right hand, uh, a long sword stained with the blood of two emperors.

Yuqiang's indestructible body and Rushou's Geng metal killing were all broken by this sword.

Only Jumang.

Died under Wei Yuan's palm technique.

Strictly speaking, it can be considered a big slap in the face of the Buzhou Mountain God lineage.

“Hahahaha, recovered, recovered!”

“This is the stronger me, more complete, more real!”

The Hetu Luoshu absorbed the two fragments and laughed loudly, and then looked at the white-haired Daoist drinking tea over there, considered it, and still followed his inner thoughts, honestly walked over, and then under Wei Yuan's suggestion, Wei Yuan personally found the relevant Tianji line, and then the Hetu Luoshu interpreted it.

In front of Wei Yuan, the pictures he had seen before finally reappeared.

The uninterpreted stone tablets were clear and incomparable, and the words on them could be clearly seen even after a long absence—

‘[Yuan], Ah Wa is missing!’

‘Fuxi is very anxious, or rather, he is almost going crazy. He actually ran to fight with Dijun and Buzhou Mountain. I am also trying to find him. If you have time to come back, can you please help me?’

‘Ah Wa is too easy to trust others and is easily deceived.’

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted.

He felt that he had finally brushed shoulders with an even bigger incident.

Then the next few stone tablets were all about [Hou] coming to see if [Yuan] had returned.

Until the last few stone tablets, ‘[Yuan], Ah Wa is missing. As a friend, I want to find her. I know a little about the clues, but I am not good at fighting, so, sorry… [Yuan], can I rely on your power?’

‘If you come back, I hope you can contact me as soon as possible, I need your help…’

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‘Still can't come back…’

‘[Yuan], I really need your help now…’

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‘I can't continue to wait any longer. If I wait any longer, there may be more changes. [Yuan], I have decided to go by myself. I can't just watch Ah Wa fall into danger, and don't underestimate me. Although I am not very good at fighting, my defense is still very good…’

A gentle woman in a long dress wrote these things down.

Then she was silent, and resolutely destroyed all these stone tablets, and she destroyed them herself. Jia Yi held the tea and asked in confusion: “Why did you destroy all these stone tablets? This is what you have accumulated for a long time…”

The gentle woman replied gently: ‘Because I am going out to take risks.’

Jia Yi didn't understand: ‘But if you want to take risks, why destroy the stone tablets?’

‘It means that if I can come back smoothly, then these stone tablets will be of no use, and if I fail…’ The gentle woman narrowed her eyes and did not continue, but smiled and replied: ‘Then, at least [Yuan] will not fall into the self-blame that he was not by my side when I needed him.’

‘As a friend, I can't let him fall into a state of self-blame.’

The gentle woman finally picked up the tea and took a sip, and said:

‘It's strange, the tea that I drank with Yuan and Huntian back then doesn't seem to taste as good as it used to.’

‘Don't worry, Jia Yi, if there are no accidents, I should be back soon.’

‘I'll drink your tea then.’

The gentle woman smiled and leaned over to touch Jia Yi's head, and then turned to leave.

The picture disappeared.

This is the whereabouts of the last stone tablet.

And Houtu, never returned.

Jia Yi harvested new tea every year, but never waited for the guests.

The Hetu Luoshu breathed a sigh of relief, and then became proud. He was actually able to complete the detection of Houtu's information, one of the top ten peaks. Oh, I'm really worthy of myself! He turned his head, wanting to show off to Wei Yuan with pride, and then his thoughts slightly stagnated.

Seeing the white-haired Daoist sitting alone over there, the wooden hairpin used to tie his hair slowly turned into dust for some reason.

The blue shirt fell, and the white hair fell on the ground.

His eyes were slightly closed, and a dead and cold evil aura surged.

The Hetu Luoshu's thoughts stagnated.

After a long time, he trembled and said:

“You…you, what's wrong with you…”

“Nothing…”

The white-haired Daoist replied hoarsely, with a long pain in his heart.

[Huntian] went into seclusion and did not see his last side.

[Hou], who was the worst at fighting, did not wait for his sword and had to take risks alone, with unknown life and death.

Jia Yi guarded alone for ten thousand years.

He was not there.

Houtu is still alive, she is just sleeping, otherwise Yeming would have felt it.

Where did she go? Yes, it was to save Nuwa.

Fuxi, Fuxi must know where [Hou] went…

Wei Yuan slowly got up and tried to find the channel to Fuxi, but then found that it was tightly closed, just like closing the door, not only closing the door, but also guiltily locking it from the inside, Wei Yuan slowly exhaled, with a bloody taste in his mouth.

“Fuxi…open the door.”

The white-haired Daoist slowly opened his mouth.

No response.

“I'll only say it once.”

The 'door' moved, rattling, as if a dozen layers of chains had been added from the inside.

Wei Yuan wanted to draw his sword, but then took it back.

The white-haired Daoist exhaled.

All the powers were unleashed to the extreme, his right foot was raised, and he kicked forward fiercely.

The space vibrated violently.

“You motherfucker, open the door for me!!!!”

ps: Today's second update... 4,600 words.

Although it was a little later than expected, it was still a fairly Yang time.