A gentle tone, revolving karma.

It was as if the entire world was pressing down.

Completely blocking off the old man's path forward. Even after enduring six thousand years of fear and chaos, he still possessed sufficient willpower and a calmness left over from the extremes of joy and sorrow. He stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and he saw the Daoist ahead, his black hair streaked with white, his expression gentle, his hand resting on the sword at his waist.

His eyes were clear and refined, but his position seemed to be the core of everything!

The old man's foot lifted, unable to fall.

Because he had foreseen it – no matter what choice he made, whether he fought desperately, went mad, tunneled into the earth, or transformed into turbid qi to flow and drift, countless choices, countless fates,

Countless karmas all converged on one point.

And the Daoist resided above it.

The cause of all effects, the end of all effects!

The convergence of everything.

If I wish to see you.

You cannot escape!

The old man's heart trembled. The shadow and torment of these six thousand years, the Fuxi who appeared at every turn, even to the point that, for these six thousand years, he had been doubting whether he was facing only one Fuxi.

Because there were too many, too many.

Young Fuxi, adolescent Fuxi, middle-aged Fuxi.

All kinds of Fuxi.

The only common point was that they were terrifying, evil, twisted, and insane! That seal was as if all the Fuxi from every timeline had been pulled in!

It was like stirring up a Fuxi nest!

A closed place, with one normal top ten powerhouse and who-knows-how-many types of Fuxi inside. Even if those Fuxi rarely appeared at the same time, it was still too terrifying.

It tormented him greatly. A dignified top ten powerhouse of turbid qi, who controlled the principles of the return of all things to death and life, was tormented to the point of developing a psychological shadow, becoming like a frightened bird, retreating step by step, his eyes wary and terrified, not daring to move forward. And then, at this moment.

The old man suddenly noticed that this Daoist, with his gentle face and profound aura.

The karma around him was intertwined, but it was filled with a sense of collapsing and destructive force.

He saw that the karma, which should have been strands of pure light like the morning sun, was stained with a layer of heavy, gloomy ink-like turbid qi when it gathered around him. It was not the beginning of all things, the cause of all effects, but more like the end of all effects, the tribulation of all things!

It was a turbid qi Dao fruit!

It was a turbid qi cultivation method!

It was a newly born top ten powerhouse in this chaotic world!

The old man opened his mouth, then suddenly burst into laughter, the joy in his chest almost soaring to the sky. Sure enough, sure enough, the turbid world had not given up, the turbid world had also noticed where he was, the turbid world,

The Grand Honored One of the turbid world had also sent this new top ten powerhouse to welcome him!

He stepped forward and grasped the Daoist's arm, shaking it forcefully!

"You've finally come!" "I've been waiting for you for so long!"

Wei Yuan: "???"

His smile was a little strained.

Wait, I said I've been waiting for you for a long time, don't you repeat my words too.

That would make my words seem less impressive.

And make you look like an old guy with a problem in his head.

Hmm? This is… no hostility, no defense?

Tu Shan Yuan pondered.

Tu Shan Yuan was thoughtful.

He looked at the cultivation method on his body that exuded a rich aura of the turbid world, and the fact that his own pure world cultivation method had only just begun to be woven, and was almost non-existent. From the outside, he looked almost like a standard top ten powerhouse of the turbid world.

Tu Shan Yuan suddenly understood.

At this moment, the old man turned around and ran to the base of the rock wall, picking up his severed hand.

After all, it was the power of the Fuxi's innate Eight Trigrams, combined with Houtu's virtue of carrying all things and the flow of gravitational force, that had severed the hand. With the heavenly secrets shielding the connection, the old man had not been able to regenerate his hand. It was unknown whether he couldn't, or whether he planned to come out and reattach his original hand.

Innate gods and demons do not decay even after death. Even though the hand had been severed for six thousand years,

It was still the same as it had been, the skin as crystal and jade, the severed end still flowing with blood. The blood was tinged with ink, contrasting with the muscles and bones, giving off an extremely strange and terrifying feeling. One could not look at it for too long, otherwise all living beings would tend to go mad, their flesh and blood collapsing and turning into demons.

The old man picked up his palm, wiped the severed end, and directly pressed it onto his wrist, moving it around, as flexible as before.

Wei Yuan looked at the old man's unguarded back.

Should he give him a blast at this moment?

The Qi of the Great Tang Sword!

Of course not.

In the current situation, simply killing him would seem like a loss. Of course, he needed to take advantage of the fact that the other party had just come out of the six-thousand-year seal, his rationality was bound to be affected, his defenses were not strong,

And his foundation was damaged, so he could use this turbid world karma body to extract some information.

Turbid world karma, truly a compassionate and benevolent benefactor.

Thank you.

The corner of the Daoist's mouth curled into a smile that was extremely similar to that of a certain treacherous snake.

The old man was moving his wrist.

For some reason, he only felt a chilling sensation suddenly rising from his back, his entire body stiffening, his scalp tingling, and he instinctively screamed: "Fu, Fuxi!!!" Then he turned around abruptly, staggering backward, almost forgetting that behind him was the formation.

The very purgatory he had struggled to escape from.

Before his eyes seemed to appear the man with a warm smile and cold, dark golden vertical pupils.

Wei Yuan was stunned and subconsciously turned his head, not seeing that guy.

Then he took half a step forward, his foot treading on karma, flowing with heavenly secrets. With a casual reach, he grabbed the old man's wrist, resisting the urge to pull him closer and chop down with the large axe in his left hand, or even connect it with a Buzhou Mountain Big Pimp Slap 2.0. The Daoist smiled gently: "Where is Fuxi?"

"You, you are transformed from Fuxi, aren't you!"

"Ah, hahaha, you, you don't think you can deceive me again!"

"Do you think I've been deceived by you only a few times!"

The old man suddenly went mad, his eyes bulging, filled with bloodshot veins, his hands and feet flailing wildly, the terrifying scene of the cycle of life and death unfolding around him, his white hair withered, fluttering and shaking in the air like dry grass, both sad and joyful,

"Hahahaha, this, this is not the real exit either, right!"

"Fuxi, the front is the road to death, the back is the path to life!"

"Don't think you can deceive me!"

The old man's voice was panicked, fearful, and angrily roaring, taking the initiative to retreat toward the road of death and despair behind him.

His words made Wei Yuan feel a chill down his spine. What exactly did Fuxi do to him…

The front is the path to life, but jumping down reveals it to be the road to death? Thinking he had seen through Fuxi, but instead entered the game? Or perhaps he saw someone coming to save him, and after great sorrow and joy, struggling all the way, he finally came out, only to find that beside the bonfire, the person who saved him had a smile on his face, dressed in green robes, with dark golden vertical pupils.

Fuxi was smiling at you.

#, just thinking about it made his hair stand on end.

A sudden impulse flashed through Wei Yuan's mind.

If he were to transform into Fuxi using the Transformation of Embryonic Qi, dressed in green robes, grab this old man, and then smile at him, would he directly collapse mentally, go completely insane, and then plunge back into the Hun Tian seal without looking back, never daring to come out again?

Wei Yuan calmly suppressed this impulse.

No, no, he couldn't be a meme lord.

Only Fuxi would do such a despicable thing.

He watched the old man still struggling frantically, thought for a moment, and flicked his sleeve, devouring all the light and color around him. Then a dark banner appeared in his hand, profound and mysterious,

As if collecting all things under the heavens, swallowing all the pure and turbid living beings.

It was precisely the top-tier creation of the turbid world, a thing of the innate, the Xuanhei Turbid World Banner.

Wei Yuan simply swept it.

The Xuanhei Banner blocked out the sun, moon, and stars of this world.

He had only taken this partial hall.

Turbid qi overflowed, surging and churning. Wei Yuan frowned almost imperceptibly. His true spirit did not like this feeling, but conversely, his body felt very comfortable.

Was this tsundere?

After all, it was the Dao fruit of the turbid world and the cultivation method based on the Dao fruit of the turbid world.

Wei Yuan mocked himself in his heart.

Then he smiled gently, watching the old man, who was now staying in this turbid qi-rich place, stunned and lost in thought, slowly calming down. Suddenly, he burst into tears, seemingly finally able to completely, without any worries, put his heart down.

The Daoist in front of him smiled warmly, his black hair held by a wooden hairpin, interspersed with white hair, refined and handsome, with a detached temperament. "How is it? Can you now believe my identity?"

The old man cried for a long time before finally stabilizing his mind and bowing. "Please forgive me for making such a spectacle. It's just that Fuxi is…"

The Daoist nodded and smiled, "Scum!"

The old man was stunned.

He saw the Daoist in front of him constantly describing that Fuxi with elegant yet vicious words.

In the end, he added calmly, "That's just the ultimate mixture of human scum and snake scum. He doesn't possess any of the advantages of either humans or snakes. Fellow Daoist, you've suffered…"

Scolding Fuxi, Wei Yuan felt he was a professional.

And it was a matter of course, with complete confidence.

Hearing the Daoist in front of him cursing Fuxi, the old man finally felt relieved and said, "By the way, are you a newly ascended top ten powerhouse? I wonder what your corresponding power is? And what are you called? The Grand Honored One values you so much that he even entrusted this treasure to you."

Grand Honored One?

Was that the strongest in the turbid world? There really was an opponent of that level.

Otherwise, with Emperor Jun's personality, he would have already charged into the turbid world and wiped out all the top ten powerhouses of the turbid world. Hmm, but there was also a need for doubt. After all, he wasn't a meme lord, and charging into the turbid world alone carried the risk of falling.

The Grand Honored One of the turbid world…

Why did they ambush Houtu here back then?

The mystery of Nüwa's first disappearance, and what the turbid world did to this central sea of Hantian.

Questions flashed through Wei Yuan's mind one after another. Looking at the old man in front of him, who had no defenses against him, he knew he had found an extremely rare opportunity. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he answered with a casual laugh, "I, I control karma."

"Rather weak."

"Not good at conquest."

"My name… Yuan Shi."

The old man said, "Yuan? The beginning of the Epoch?"

"No…"

The Daoist lowered his eyes, the Xuanhei Turbid World Banner moved slightly, and his smile deepened bit by bit:

"It is the 'origin' of original. Yuan Shi."

"Turbid World Karma, Original Heavenly Demon."

ps: Today's first update… Three thousand two hundred words. The names of Yuan Shi and Heavenly Demon came from the previous chapters, where Zhang Ruosu mentioned the ten demons and nine tribulations.