Tall and imposing, with remarkable spirit, he wore garments of crimson and pale gold. His brow carried an air of fierce energy, a mix of heroic grandeur and refined gentleness. And, that terrifying power that even the karmic force of Wei Yuan himself was being burned and melted away.

Burning all life, extinguishing karma.

The God of Fire, Zhurong.

"It really is you..."

Wei Yuan retracted his right hand, astonished. "You remember..."

Zhurong cupped his hands and said, "I will never forget what happened back then, the grace of saving my life. I must also thank you, friend. Otherwise, my wife and children would have..." His voice faltered.

Forcing himself to continue, he said, "Although she still left me afterward, at least...

"I still need to thank you for this matter."

"But why are you here?"

Zhurong's expression held hesitation and concern, a desire to speak but holding back. Wei Yuan sighed, sheathing the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag in his sleeve, and said, "You want to ask about A Xuan, don't you? Yes, that's Changqin, and that little phoenix."

Wei Yuan had previously traced the karmic connections from the flame mark between A Xuan's eyebrows and saw that it was the Fire God Zhurong himself who had cast Crown Prince Changqin and Feng Siyu into the mortal realm. Seeing Zhurong's current expression...

As expected, there was a hidden story.

The Fire God Zhurong said, "...Friend, you saw it."

His eyes held anticipation. "Have they found you?"

Wei Yuan nodded. "It's alright."

"Feng Siyu is doing very well, and A Xuan has already become my disciple."

"That's good... that's good..."

A gentle smile appeared on the Fire God Zhurong's face, carrying a trace of guilt and a final sigh of relief.

Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "He's been wandering in the world for so long, yet he's always been in a state of memory loss."

Zhurong was silent for a long time.

He forced a bitter smile. "It was me who cast that seal. I was the one who left it behind."

"I didn't want him to remember these things."

"And, it was for their own good... the South Sea, the South Sea has undergone a massive anomaly." A complex expression appeared on Zhurong's face as he slowly said, "...A Turbid World version of me has occupied the South Sea, taking the Yuhuang's seal one step ahead.

Changqin and that little phoenix were also bewitched."

"At that time, I had almost been replaced, and Changqin couldn't distinguish between the real me."

"The turbid air eroded his spirit, gradually interfering with his perception."

"If things continued like that, his spirit would no longer be able to distinguish between what was real and what was fake, unable to tell the difference between reality and illusion. Eventually, his very nature would live entirely in illusion, while his physical body would become crazed. His spirit would think he was fighting enemies, but in reality, he would be slaughtering his own people."

"He would think... he would think that the place ahead was safe, but in reality, it was a blazing sea of fire."

"I couldn't let my child become a madman."

"I couldn't..."

An expression of extreme pain appeared on Zhurong's face.

Just like the father of Little Yu'er in the past, when he was demonized.

Wei Yuan's expression was complex.

"The authority of reality and illusion, to whom does it belong?"

Just as the Clear World had Nüwa, an existence that shouldn't normally appear in the Turbid World:

The Turbid World also possessed the Ten Great Peaks that the Clear World did not.

Reality, Illusion.

Extremely strange.

Perhaps you think you're eating with your family, but others see you in a burial ground, your bowl filled with rotten bones and insects. You think you're fighting bravely against enemies, but in reality, you might be charging into a nursing home full of elderly people, wielding a fire axe.

And even further, what is the most unpredictable about this authority is: What exactly is real?

Is what others see of you real, or is what you perceive yourself real?

Unfathomable, immeasurable, it was a path filled with despair, strangeness, and madness. An existence that could not be born in the Clear World was the Dao fruit that naturally evolved after countless struggles and the Sea of Madness of the Ruins converged in the Turbid World.

"So, this thing joined forces with the Turbid World Fire God and came to the South Sea?"

"What about you?"

Zhurong forced a bitter smile. "I... I was careless for a moment and was harmed by it in secret..."

Wei Yuan frowned, then his brow relaxed and he said in surprise, "This Dao fruit is moved by the heart, both reality and illusion. What did you see?" What exactly was it that even the incomparably powerful Fire God, the heaven's pride who could extinguish all dharmas, was trapped by?

Wei Yuan's thoughts paused slightly, and he finally understood.

A look of pain and sorrow appeared on the handsome man's face.

"...It's her."

That woman?

The Daoist sighed, as if he understood something, and turned back to look in the direction of the South Sea, saying:

"I'll find a way to help you get out. Don't worry, that Turbid World..." Wei Yuan's tone was gentle, but Zhurong behind him raised his eyes, his pupils containing endless flames.

At the height of the flames was the black Turbid World fire.

Then suddenly, silently but with boundless power.

He struck fiercely!

A single move directly tore towards the Daoist's heart.

Piercing straight through!

A smile appeared on Zhurong's face, then the smile slowly solidified as he saw his right hand pierce through threads of black and gold karma, unable to penetrate them. Instead, he was entangled and torn apart by the karma, unable to advance any further. His pupils constricted.

The Daoist's body turned illusory.

The karmic threads entangling Zhurong transformed into a palm, appearing directly in front of Zhurong.

His eyes were calm, as if he had expected this.

Zhurong slowly said, "...You!"

Wei Yuan said, "What a pity, you almost made me believe it."

"But here's the problem. The Zhurong I knew back then only saw the appearance I had changed into after concealing myself with the aura of Huntian.

He doesn't recognize me now. With different appearances and auras, how could you recognize me at a glance?"

"Unless Zhurong has become strong enough to see through the aura of Huntian."

"But is that possible?"

The Daoist said calmly, "I'm just a bit straightforward."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

He took half a step forward.

An incomparably violent sword energy suddenly erupted, countless karma forming swords, intersecting and fighting, directly and completely sealing Zhurong. Wei Yuan flicked his sleeve and said, "You recognize me because you were born from my inner knowledge of Zhurong. So everything you said corresponds to my knowledge of Zhurong."

"Rescuing his wife and children."

"Expelling A Xuan and Feng Siyu."

"The true and false Zhurong."

"Even the expression of Zhang Yue, Little Yu'er's father, before his death."

"As expected of you, the [Reality] Dao fruit."

Wei Yuan exposed the other party's identity in one breath, and then, as the former's face changed drastically, he swept his sleeves, the boundless power

Without leaving a trace, the sword energy and intent that had just been flowing continuously shattered the enemy directly into dregs and powder.

He slowly let out a breath.

He rubbed his brow, and the information about this [Reality] Dao fruit left behind by Nüwa spread out in his mind.

He sincerely said in his heart:

Thank you, Mom.

He just didn't expect that this warrior from the Three-Headed Country had actually encountered an enemy of the [Reality] Dao fruit. No wonder. Wei Yuan rubbed his brow. According to the knowledge left by Nüwa, the [Reality] Dao fruit possessed extremely

Special

Abilities.

[Reality], one of the Ten Great Peaks, was unpredictable and always avoided direct confrontation.

It would first extract the opponent's knowledge of a certain existence.

Then materialize it as an enemy.

So it was true and not false.

And these illusions were all existences that the opponent valued most in their heart.

As long as there was even the slightest wavering when fighting this enemy, [Reality] would invade your heart, forcibly pry open a crack, and gradually make you unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, turning you into a madman. For example, a warrior who was not afraid of sacrifice for his country would have to fight against his own country.

Those who respected teachers and valued education would kill their own teachers.

Those who cultivated the ruthless sword path would fulfill the ruthless path in [Reality].

Facing the test of killing oneself to achieve the great Dao.

Even a saint who had no desires and sought the Dao with all his heart would see the most basic and real great Dao.

"Hearing the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening."

Then I will give you the real great Dao, and then take your life. As long as there was even the slightest gap in the state of mind, one's cognition would be distorted, and one might turn into a madman.

It was gloomy, treacherous, and extremely difficult to deal with.

Unless one could break through the [Reality] constructed by the other party in an instant.

Close the distance to defeat it.

"It seems that this Zhurong is actually the most sublime existence in the heart of that warrior from the Three-Headed Country. It was what he saw at that time. I divined his cause of death, so I also saw this Zhurong. It should just be

A wisp of the [Reality] Dao fruit's split consciousness."

"But just a wisp of a split soul's consciousness can read my inner concept of the image of Zhurong? The superficial concept is [Reality], but it's actually a means similar to omniscience, knowing any enemy's weaknesses

And loopholes, used for evil, bewitching people's hearts, creating reality to distort souls."

"Almost omniscient... Hmm? Hmm?"

"Wait a minute."

"Wait..."

Wei Yuan's face fell into silence. In the case of the integration of clear and turbid, only Nüwa's path of creating the human race could not be fulfilled, because the turbid world could not replicate the human race. There should be clear and turbid correspondences for everything else.

That's right.

And this method of distorting cognition similar to omniscience...

For some reason, it felt somewhat familiar to Wei Yuan.

Based on omniscience, and then knowing all the opponent's flaws and weaknesses?

No, it couldn't be...

"The Ten Great Peaks corresponding to Reality, the Ten Great Peaks corresponding to Reality."

Wei Yuan pressed his brow and read the knowledge.

He seemed to hear Nüwa's gentle voice in his ear: "[Reality Dao Fruit] does not have a corresponding Ten Great Peak, but the combination of clear and turbid has its own manifestation. The turbid air is the foundation of the clear air, so the Clear World also gave birth to a corresponding

Concept, and this concept fell into the Great Swamp when it was born."

"Seeing the long sky in the white day, being brushed by the wind, hearing the long roar of a hundred beasts, and transforming into the shape of a beast." Its name is Bai Ze.

"Its ability is omniscience."

"At the time of its birth, a hundred beasts were terrified. It is the beast of the ancient sage kings."

"It is a creature of the same level as Zhujiuyin, born with a mythological concept. Its characteristics are different from the evil [Reality], which is based on omniscience and further distorts the cognition of living beings.

It can ward off all

Evil energy, and is the [Bixie] that eliminates evil and brings peace to people's minds."

Wei Yuan fell silent.

Ah, he must have misheard.

The temperature was too high just now.

Yes, the temperature was too high.

Too high...

Even I misheard, hahaha, the [Reality] Dao Fruit that grants omniscience and creates reality

How could the corresponding mythological concept be Bai Ze?

There are many kinds of them.

It may not be the innate sacred being that the Great Dao rules of the Turbid World reflect in the Clear World.

Not necessarily.

Not---

The Primal Heavenly Lord's face twisted, and he slammed his right fist heavily, "Fuck! Bai Ze!"

"You trash!"

"You are trash!""You are a trash!"

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"A Nüwa, my A Nüwa."

Fu Xi looked at the white-haired girl in front of him, his heart thumping. He reached out and slapped his face to calm himself down. He took a long breath and said, "No, no, I can't lose my composure just because a new A Nüwa has appeared. Use pain to calm myself down."

"Who are you?"

"You are Fu Xi!"

"How could Fu Xi be moved by a new white-haired girl? How could Fu Xi be moved by an A Nüwa with a blank expression? How could Fu Xi be moved by the fact that he was about to have two younger sisters?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"But, this is another white-haired sister with a blank expression."

Pa pa pa!

Qing Shan Dragon Girl saw that Fu Xi's face was solemn, but her tail was wagging more happily than anyone else. She slapped the ground with a 'pa pa pa' sound.

The strength was enough to smash gold and iron into powder, which showed her mood. She sighed and sighed in distress, "Calm down. Fu Xi. A Nüwa has just been brought back. She doesn't have any common sense or experience. You'll scare her."

Fu Xi's eyes widened.

"No common sense!"

Isn't this A Nüwa when she was a child?!

It's when A Nüwa is the cutest!

After growing up, she won't be so close to her brother anymore. Great, great!

Little Wei Yuan, Uncle misjudged you. You are really a good nephew, a good nephew!

Fu Xi suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, his face was handsome, his expression was gentle and smiling. He stretched out his hand and carefully unfolded it, handing over some snacks and said, "Do you want to eat it? Heh, during this time, brother will take care of you..."

Brother?

The white-haired girl recalled the gentle man who called himself brother last time.

She took a half step back subconsciously.

Then, she searched her scarce knowledge for a way to deal with the situation. Fu Xi saw her change and knew that she was thinking about how to respond. He waited with an expectant smile for his sister to call him

Brother. Then, a trace of understanding flashed in those deep and dark

eyes. The white-haired girl's pale, bloodless face did not have the slightest expression and said:

"Only knows how to scheme behind one's back."

"A coward like a rat..."

The white-haired girl paused, learning from the Daoist's behavior towards the Turbid World Fu Xi in her memory.

She stretched out her small hand.

After thinking about it, she quietly raised her middle finger.

Her voice was clear, her expression was blank, and there were no emotional fluctuations. "Eat your grandpa's fart, fuck off!"

The smile on Fu Xi's face froze.

His eyes widened.

He was silent for a long time.

From the Taiqing Realm came Fu Xi's desperate scream.

"Wei Yuan!"

"Wei Yuan!"

"I'll kill you!"