"So, what do you do when the older brother who's always taken care of you suddenly turns out to be not some uncouth dude, but a total knockout? You know, but you don't want them to know that you know, so you pretend you don't, but then they find out anyway? What do you do?"

"Strictly speaking, I'm just a little surprised."

"And I wasn't planning on telling anyone, right?"

"Between us, we've been through life-and-death situations together. Zhujiuyin, I think you can completely trust my moral standards. Really, I promise I'll keep it a secret. And recently, I've discovered that my moral bottom line is far higher than I thought it was."

"Lastly, could you dig me out of here? I feel like this is undignified."

"Yuan Tiangang, you damn it, dig me out!!!"

Wei Yuan earnestly defended himself.

Finally, he looked at the surrounding dirt, his mouth twitching, and he burst into curses.

He was completely buried in the ground, with only his head sticking out, his face bruised and swollen. Zhujiuyin's face was obscured by a thick gray mist, a dozen or twenty layers of it. He held a teacup and said calmly, "So, what did Xian tell you? And what did He do to you?"

"Nothing!"

"Ha, haha, you're thinking too much, really!"

Zhujiuyin reached out and snapped his fingers.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He saw Xing Tian, who had taken off his own head and was holding a chilling axe in both hands. His other eyes were closed, and he walked over with dignity, seemingly planning to give him a Louis XVI guillotine treatment.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

It's just that I know your true face.

There's no need for such a big reaction.

I won't stop treating you like a brother just because you don't look manly enough.

We don't need to go that far.

Or have you taken the blame for Qingshan Xian a lot in the past because of this face? So you have a psychological shadow... ah, that seems quite possible, considering that guy's personality...

Seeing Xing Tian seemingly very excited to give him a swing of the axe,

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he shouted, "Five hundred years of meals!"

"One thousand years!"

Ji Xuanyuan struck the gong next to him and shouted, "One thousand years once, one thousand years twice."

"Is there a higher price?"

Watching the axe come down, Wei Yuan shouted, "I'll grant you one request!"

With a snap of his fingers, Xing Tian's axe stopped steadily. The gray-robed god casually put down the teacup in his hand and said slowly, "Good, very good. Then listen to me carefully. The next time you see Xian, give her a chop to the head for me."

Zhujiuyin pointed to his forehead and said in a deep voice, "He's been messing around for so long."

"It's time to teach him a lesson."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Yes, he should be taught a lesson, but why am I the one to hit him?

Wei Yuan supported himself on the ground and pulled himself out. As usual, he planned to walk to his position, but he saw Zhujiuyin raise his hand to stop him and said, "Stop, you can just stand there." Zhujiuyin was rarely so vigilant and wary, and said:

"That Xian must have secretly hidden something on you."

"I don't want to accept memories and feelings that don't belong to me. Otherwise, depending on what I feel, from being forged eight thousand times to being thrown directly into the Nine Underworlds and pressed to cook big pot meals for a thousand years, it's up to you to consider."

The white-haired Daoist pondered.

The white-haired Daoist seemed to understand something.

The white-haired Daoist's mouth slightly curved, revealing a smile:

"Oh ho... could it be that Zhujiuyin, you're afraid?"

"Ho ho, not only do you not dare to attack me, but you don't even dare to let me get close..."

Ji Xuanyuan, Xing Tian, Kua Fu, Shennong: "............"

They all gasped and took a few steps back.

Da Yi next to him had already turned into an emoji.

The gray-robed god's forehead bulged with veins.

The white-haired Daoist sat beside the stone table, put down the teacup with his backhand, and knocked on it, "Pour tea."

The gray-robed god's mouth curved, revealing a dangerous smile: "Oh, tea?"

The god picked up the teapot and, while the Daoist was smug, poured it down lightly. The hot tea was poured directly on the Daoist's face, on his eyes, "Cheers to your eyes."

"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"

The ancient barbarian group watched the white-haired Daoist rolling on the ground, hugging his knees.

Their mouths twitched, and they had a strange, wonderful, and extremely weird illusion.

"A little familiar..."

"Yes, a little familiar."

"A very scummy feeling."

"Yes, scummy to the core."

"I always feel like I want to beat him up."

"Yeah, I really want to hang him up with the Shennong whip and whip him."

The ancient barbarian group reached a consensus. Finally, the white-haired Wei Museum Master sat opposite the stone table, covering his eyes. The stone table had been pulled into a long table. Zhujiuyin, who had obviously begun to develop a psychological shadow on another version of himself, took a sip of tea and said:

"However... your strength is a little stronger than I thought."

Wei Yuan played with the cup in both hands and said, "Fuxi told me some of the characteristics of the Ten Greats. They are not a certain type of mythological concept extended from the Great Dao, but the Great Dao itself... However, that's all I know."

Zhujiuyin raised his eyes and said thoughtfully, "Strange, He would actually tell you the truth."

"Didn't He bury a pit in it?"

"Bury a pit?"

Wei Yuan was stunned.

Zhujiuyin said calmly, "Yes, Fuxi is a person with a bad mood and a pure black heart... Actually, it's easier for that version of me over there. If I personally went to Fuxi, I might have a fight."

Wei Yuan understood: "...You were..."

The gray-robed god's mood obviously deteriorated.

He held the cup in his hand and said calmly, "I wanted to try his Yin-Yang Reversal Technique, so I became like this. Then guess, would a normal Yin-Yang Reversal, a reversal of the universe, produce such a situation?"

Wei Yuan: "............"

Zhujiuyin said calmly:

"Nine truths and one falsehood, or even ninety-nine truths and only one falsehood."

"Only this one falsehood can exert the greatest effect."

"Nuwa and I have a good relationship, so He said that He was involved in Nuwa's safety, so I would naturally help and would be willing to let you see him, and let Xian see him. But one thing is one thing. After this matter, I will naturally ask Fuxi for justice this time."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth.

He wanted to ask if your relationship with Nuwa was really good back then.

Yes, if it wasn't good, you wouldn't have helped support the Nine Underworlds.

Zhujiuyin, the Dragon that Illuminates the Nine Underworlds, is also a member of the dragon-snake lineage, plus this androgynous face.

It's definitely on Fuxi's elimination list...

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. Because a mutual best friend had too close a relationship with his sister, he kindly taught the other party his fundamental大法 with some problems added, causing the other party to become possessed and mentally split. Fuxi, that guy, is really scum...

Damn, he's so ruthless to his best friend. This guy is completely hopeless.

But Xian seems to have a good relationship with Him. Wait, could it be that Xian was split off?

Ah, this...

No wonder even Xian is wary of him.

Fuxi's level of scumminess has deepened.

Zhujiuyin said lightly, "Don't worry, Fuxi didn't lie about you, but it's not necessarily true. I think you should still restrain your nature and not be subtly influenced by Fuxi. Well, you will naturally protect Nuwa."

"But Fuxi will probably leave all kinds of blessings on you."

"Well, I kno..."

"No, I mean, for example, [Immediately teleport to block a knife when Nuwa is in danger]."

"[Immediately find food that can fill Nuwa's stomach, tastes good, is nutritious, and is healthy for the body after Nuwa is hungry]."

"There are probably more than five thousand basic models of this type of blessing, and each basic model will have different branches depending on the situation encountered, enough to change a heinous villain into a loyal meat shield for Nuwa."

"And Nuwa also has similar blessings. All living beings of the human race, or even just those with human blood, will have a natural affinity for Nuwa."

"This is a protective desire that Fuxi has researched for a long time and has extended to your clan's bloodline."

"Of course, it's also related to the fact that you are the clan created by Nuwa."

Wei Yuan was stunned.

Zhujiuyin's mouth curved:

"As for personality, it's probably because you've spent too much time with him. One of the Ten Greats, whose self-existence is extremely strong, will subconsciously affect the surrounding creatures. In other words, like uncle, like nephew. If you continue to interact with him with this strength, the similarity between your personalities will increase."

Become as scummy as that snake?!

No way!

Zhujiuyin shook his head and said, "As for wanting to advance, there are ways, but they are very harsh... Creating a Great Dao, how can it be so simple... This path can only be walked by yourself."

Wei Yuan said slowly, "Then, what about the general direction?"

Zhujiuyin pondered for a while and replied:

"The Ten Greats have different strengths and styles, but at least they have a similar characteristic."

"That is the anchor point."

Wei Yuan said slowly, "Anchor point?"

Zhujiuyin: "Yes... It's not that you can only gain strength by relying on the recognition of others, but that it is a means to prevent the self from losing itself little by little under the long years and immense power, and it is also a prerequisite for great divine powers to return from the years."

"It is a way to ensure that [I] will not be distorted by desire, will not be lost by power, and will not become ruthless and heartless under the long years. The millennium passes and I do not change, the heavens and earth are in tribulation and I do not perish."

"When you go to a higher level and your strength becomes stronger, the individual's restraint on himself will gradually lose its effect. The continuous spread of desire and the unrestrained power will cause the self to deform. In order to always maintain the situation and cognition of [I], an anchor point is needed to determine the boundary."

Wei Yuan said slowly, "Similar to the contract you mentioned when we first met?"

"Yes, and no. My so-called agreement with the world is just one type of anchor point."

Zhujiuyin said lightly:

"Accurately speaking, if you want to reach the level of the Ten Greats now, you must at least do it by spreading the legend through various means, leaving your mark in the [past], [present], [future], and the [near shore], [far shore], [nothingness] in all parts of time and space."

"It's not a mark limited to one race, but a mark that spreads across these six conceptual levels."

"The human race, the Great Wilderness, Kunlun, the outer seas, the ruins, and even the myriad worlds must leave your traces. Then all the marks merge into one, the self is the only one in all worlds, and the concepts and paths you condense spread to the past, present, and future."

"Therefore, it can be called omnipresent."

"So, if you want to set foot in the Ten Greats, you must first open up a new Great Dao, and then use the countless legends left in the past, present, and future, scattered in countless worlds here and there, and use this as an anchor point to strengthen yourself in reverse, so that this Great Dao is recognized by countless existences and establish the boundaries of the self."

……………………

The Human World.

Wei Yuan returned from a lucid dream.

After confirming that he had also touched the threshold, Zhujiuyin did not hide anything and told him one of the paths of the Ten Greats, which he knew. This was true, an extremely difficult and harsh condition. No wonder powerhouses like Yu Qiang and Yeming were trapped for so long.

Open up a path.

Then spread the path to all directions inside and out.

Not only the human race, but the Great Wilderness, Kunlun, the mountains and seas, all living beings in the past know and have heard of this concept. This is almost impossible to do. Leave your mark in time and space, and in countless worlds, and then let these self-marks merge into one.

Surpass the years, destiny, and time and space.

How to do it...

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow and thought for a long time. It seems that the name Yu Xu Yuanshi may really be necessary... The modern Daoist Canon, refining falsehood to return to truth... At least, he can leave a mark in the past of the human world first. Or rather, this step is the simplest. If he goes out, half-step Ten Greats?

The others are extremely difficult.

Try it first...

Mark of the years, I wonder what special features there will be in taking this step.

Wei Yuan pressed the marks on his neck and breathed a sigh of relief. During the brief exchange with Zhujiuyin in the dream before, he sensed that although Zhujiuyin was still unbelievably powerful, he was not as good as Fuxi. Only about half the combat power of a normal Ten Greats.

That Fuxi... is really ruthless.

But fortunately, the mark was not detected.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing... Because of the Qing-shirt woman Xian, in the dream just now, if Wei Yuan wanted to maintain the previous atmosphere of communication with Zhujiuyin, he could only go to his death by self-destruction, diverting his attention.

So only the world where Museum Master Wei was injured was completed.

As for how to self-destruct?

Wei Yuan said that because there are water ghosts and Yu the Great, Museum Master Wei has enough experience in this area. In the night, Wei Yuan walked slowly and returned to the museum. No one noticed his return. Looking at the familiar house and the old wooden cabinets, Wei Yuan felt like he was in a dream.

He reached into his arms and took out a letter.

He gently placed the letter on the museum display stand.

Then he picked up a pen.

[Museum Collection – Code Name 'Beginning']

[The supreme Dao is vast and profound, mixed into infinity; the body encompasses emptiness and existence, the principle reaches utmost mystery.]

[Bidding farewell to heaven and earth, to observe the Great Dao.]

[Above the Ten Greats, invincible under heaven, pursuing the Dao and leaving, how lonely... ]

[Written by my friend Huntian, collected by his old friend Yuan. Every time I see it, I think of my old friend's face, and I sigh with regret. I miss you so much...]

Finally, Wei Yuan's movements paused, and he stretched out his finger and changed the friend Yuan to [Beginning].

He let go, and the paper fell lightly on the highest point, as if even the heavens and earth were sinking suddenly, and then connected with the museum. The original museum became more and more vast, distant, and ancient, and many causes and effects were suppressed.

The white-haired Daoist sat at the wooden table in the museum, poured himself a cup of tea, and calmly flipped through the book. Passersby passed by at night and saw this museum, which seemed to be separated from the world, old and distant, as if it were in this world, as if it were in the other shore. The Daoist was drinking tea and reading, as if it were an illusion.

When the stars in the sky gradually faded, Wei Yuan closed the book.

Well, if you calculate the time, it's time for the Daoist morning class.

Wei Yuan exhaled and recalled the [anchor point method], one of the Ten Greats characteristics Zhujiuyin mentioned. His expression was slightly solemn. He stretched out his hand. This time, he was no longer going to draw a talisman, but was going to make an attempt—

Set up an anchor point to replace the historical Daoist disciples' knowledge of [Yuanshi]!

Try to establish a mark of the years.

Respond to the morning chanting of the Daoist sect.

Stepping into half a step is also completely separated from the Ten Greats.

Well, the Daoist sect headed by Yuanshi Tianzun is, Shangqing Maoshan School... That is to say.

Lin Shouyi, Grandpa Lin.

Lin Ling'er, and Little Yu'er?

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and a wisp of Daoist rhyme slowly rippled.

Yuanshi has come.

ps: Second update today...