The desert wind and sand danced in my memory.

Camel bells jingled and jangled in my memory, carried by the scorching wind and sand, accompanying the footsteps of the monks, the distant oasis carried moist water vapor.

There were also songs from desert caravans, the monks striding ahead, with serene expressions, while the wandering swordsman lay on horseback, his right foot raised and cocked, squinting his eyes in rest, humming a song.

"Outlander, oh, outlander, I have come here to ask for directions."

"Outlander, oh, outlander..."

"Have you ever heard of a monk who came from the Great Tang Dynasty of the East?"

Memories and reality intertwined, and when Xuanzang passed away that year, he injected all his power into Wei Yuan's brow. The vast and boundless golden Buddha-light radiated and flowed, and the faint image of the monk appeared behind the Taoist.

This power had originally been used up in the thunder and fire tribulations of tempering the Buzhou body. But at this moment, Wei Yuan was able to retrieve such power again before cause and effect, and the passage of time.

Golden Buddha-light, reflecting myriad tribulations. Among the vast years, only a few Buddhist awakeners, the Mahayana Heaven, the Liberation Heaven, Tang Xuanzang. The resentment entangling Wei Yuan slowly dissipated, and the expressions of those people covered in blood gradually became peaceful, and the bloodstains on their clothes disappeared.

"This humble Taoist is not a good person. At least, I can't reach the level of transcending these resentful souls, hatred, and regrets, but others can."

Wei Yuan pointed his fingers forward.

The space in front of him flowed and changed, rippling.

The old man who had fallen to the ground disappeared, and his true self had already appeared in front of Wei Yuan.

The so-called falling to the ground, struggling and unable to advance an inch, weak and powerless, was only a residual illusion. His true form had long been secretly hidden, still harboring the thought of a final, desperate, all-out counterattack against Wei Yuan.

The old man's face was contorted, his eyes hollow, wanting to fight to the death, but his movements froze. The Taoist pointed at his brow, and the aura containing Buddha-light instantly broke through layers of earth authority. The skin on the old man's face twisted, and his hollow eyes widened.

Even without pupils, one could see the grief and indignation, the unwillingness.

"Who... are you?!"

"Who!"

His body trembled, his voice frantic and angry.

"Who..."

The Taoist lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly:

"This question,

I already answered you six thousand years ago."

Six thousand years ago?

The eyes of the Turbid World Earth God were hollow, and he suddenly lost his mind. His eyes were completely blind, but he seemed to see the battle in the side hall of Kunlun Ruins more than six thousand years ago, and he seemed to see the Taoist in black martial attire and wooden hairpin, who clearly appeared next to Houtu.

The voice in memory overlapped with the voice in reality.

"Technique?"

"The strongest in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations."

"How... can I kill you?"

Wei Yuan seemed to grasp the existence of that trace of cause and effect, gathering momentum in his right hand, naturally and peacefully, he said:

"Six thousand years."

"I've come to give you the answer."

The old man was shocked and angry.

The next moment, as if fulfilling the cause and effect spoken by the Taoist.

A sword intent carrying the remaining rhyme of Buddha-light directly pierced the old man's brow. It pierced his true spirit, and then pierced out from the back of his head.

Falling to the ground, there were no other phenomena. There was no vast and magnificent scene of a sword splitting mountains and seas, piercing Kunlun. Chan Buddhism emphasizes enlightenment, gradual cultivation, and mind-to-mind transmission, which is the path of eliminating evil thoughts and destroying demons.

The Turbid World Earth God staggered and knelt heavily on the ground, his hands falling to the ground, his head lowered.

Mysterious and profound, possessing the turbid death, a quiet, noisy, yet twisted and destructive great Dao rule emerged. If this body dies, according to common sense, if the Dao fruit cannot return to the heaven and earth, it will return to the Turbid World.

The Ten Great Peaks cannot truly die.

This body has been imprinted in the past, present, and future. Even if it dies, as long as the rule still exists, it will return in the long years. However, that is under normal circumstances.

Strands of golden cause and effect fell on the old man, like a grid, constantly entangled, and finally, like fishing, forcibly pulled out the Dao fruit of the Turbid World and into Wei Yuan's right hand.

At this moment.

The dead old man suddenly bloomed with a rich vitality.

The hoarse voice carried a vast and majestic, grand aura.

All dharmas return to the vault, the earth returns to burial!

"Life and death have no constant principle, nor are they fixed. Life is death, and death is life!"

The old man's body disappeared instantly.

It was the final, forced burst of terrifying power with the air of life and death. With the changes of life and death, it surpassed the cause and effect of heaven. It was to transcend the annihilation of tribulation. In the final dead end, he unexpectedly surpassed his own limits.

Wei Yuan sensed the other party's instantaneous departure.

The main body was still there, and this Dao fruit would naturally dissipate and return to the old man.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the jade coffin of the girl behind him.

He had no way to pursue immediately.

"The Ten Great Peaks are indeed difficult to deal with..."

His five fingers closed together.

A fair hand stretched out from the sleeve robe, holding the void. The colors of the surrounding objects suddenly became clear, the contrast was obvious, as if the dark ones were even deeper, and the bright ones were even more prominent. Strands of pure and beautiful gold emerged, which was cause and effect.

The experience of trying to use the Treasure Falling Money to cut off the realm of that Turbid Qi Fuxi when he fought him before re-emerged in his mind. The experience at that time flowed through his mind one by one. The Taoist's eyes were vast, and his five fingers opened slightly.

In his palm, cause and effect gathered.

Then, he slowly slashed across the void.

As if shattering something extremely important.

In an instant, the Dao fruit that was struggling violently in Wei Yuan's hand suddenly burst out with the power of ultimate terror and ultimate depth, and then it calmed down instantly, turning into a ball of yin and yang flowing light, quietly and silently rotating slowly.

Cause and effect, severed!

Cut off your realm, break your Dao fruit.

From today onwards, the position of the Ten Great Peaks will have no connection with you.

Following the cause and effect remaining in the void, Wei Yuan seemed to hear an extremely distant, desperate, and painful scream, and then the aura of the Turbid World Earth God, who had forcibly broken through the current impasse at the moment of near death, suddenly plummeted.

"The Turbid World Ten Greats, huh..."

Wei Yuan felt that his energy, spirit, and essence were greatly consumed in an instant, but there was no backlash.

This is the true usage of the Dao of Cause and Effect...?

Wei Yuan was thoughtful, lowered his head, and looked at the Dao fruit in his palm, a trace of emotion flashing in his heart.

It was relying on Houtu and that old man's entanglement.

And then relying on the power of cause and effect, three attempts were made to trap him here.

Using the Houtian formation and Fuxi's Bagua to slowly wear him down for six thousand years, causing his realm to be unstable and his foundation to be broken, and then he successfully killed him. If Wei Yuan himself did not master cause and effect, he might have been escaped by the old man who broke through at the last moment, seeking life from death.

Truly difficult to kill.

He turned around and saw the Buddha-light turning, in the memory of the earth, the most pure light of Buddhism flowed in the huge dark cloud gathered by countless resentments, regrets, and countless emotions because of the earth, he seemed to be able to see the tall monk back then.

Seeing him with compassionate eyes, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

However, it had been almost one thousand six hundred years since that monk walked west with his sword, reaching the Buddhist country.

The illusory appearance of the monk, along with the countless vanished resentments and animosity, slowly disappeared. Wei Yuan slowly exhaled a breath.

He couldn't bother with the sadness and melancholy in his heart.

Cause and effect flowed under his feet, and while the Buddha-light overflowed, he tried to outline the pure Buddha-light left by Xuanzang to impact the strange cause and effect emitted by the surrounding magic weapons before they were extinguished, trying to weaken the influence of these things on the true spirit of the Turbid World Nuwa in the jade coffin.

That Turbid Qi Fuxi, that guy, used these things to interfere with the true spirit of Turbid Qi Nuwa.

It seemed that he intended to rewrite the girl's spirituality.

To achieve an effect similar to soul capture.

But the difficulty and high-end level of this were far from what the seventy-two arts-level soul capture could compare to.

Wei Yuan carefully transduced all those Turbid Qi cause and effects, and then he didn't even have time to look at the scattered treasures, and didn't even bother to put them away. All his attention was focused on the girl in the jade coffin.

Her appearance and temperament were exactly the same as Nuwa.

Only one had white hair, and the other had black hair.

And it seemed that she had been staying in this Kunlun Ruins, one of the mysterious realms of the Turbid World, for many years. The girl's face was abnormally pale, without any blood color.

A strange thought flashed through Wei Yuan's mind.

What should I call her...?

Strictly speaking, this one was formed by Nuwa's blood and Nuwa's soul.

She was her clear and turbid counterpart.

Um, call her "Mom" too?

Stepmom?

Or little mom? Or aunt?

Really headache...

Wei Yuan pressed his brow and put this thought behind him, beginning to have a headache about how to safely take this thing out.

Just now, he had tried it, and this jade coffin also seemed to be an extremely mysterious treasure. It corresponded to the four seasons of heaven and earth, and contained the changes of the heavens and stars. It seemed that he couldn't put it away with Sleeve Universe.

Rather, the magical power used by the jade coffin itself, the effect was similar to Sleeve Universe.

But the level was at least two levels higher than Wei Yuan's own Sleeve Universe. Moreover, Wei Yuan could unravel the previously reversed Houtian Bagua. He had enough confidence, courage, and methods to cover this matter.

But this jade coffin, there was no way.

He didn't dare to mess around.

Wei Yuan could be 100% sure that there must be many pits in this jade coffin, with backhands that Wei Yuan couldn't even imagine. Under this circumstance, Curator Wei naturally chose to call for help.

With a flick of his right hand, he formed a magic seal.

He swept his sleeve robe.

Taishang Daode Tianzun, hurry, hurry, as the statutes command!

Fuxi, time to go to work! Get up and work!

He could compete with Turbid Qi Fuxi in terms of shamelessness.

The only one who could be more shameless than him was you!

The Daoist magic seal was sent out, but it failed to receive a response. It seemed to be due to the characteristics of the Turbid World Kunlun Ruins, or rather, the characteristics of this area of the world. Even Wei Yuan couldn't contact Fuxi.

Wei Yuan looked at the scattered streamers and finally understood, muttering with a headache:

That's right, Turbid Qi Fuxi must know Fuxi's personality.

"If I were him, planning to hide this Nuwa of the Turbid World, hide her well, the first one to guard against would be that Fuxi."

"That guy could completely do something like snatching the Nuwa of this world back to be his adopted sister..."

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Looking at the jade coffin in front of him, he remained silent for a long time.

Thinking, thinking!

Yuanshi Tianzun was trying hard to think.

Then, he stepped forward.

He directly grasped the cause and effect with both hands and pressed them on the jade coffin.

Forget it, just take this little mom of the Turbid World along with the coffin, wrap up all the cause and effect, and just move them all out in one go.

Since he couldn't untie the knot, then he would just split the knot with a sword.

Since I can't unlock the lock, then I only need to move your lock away along with you.

Ancient civil official, a direct descendant of Xuanyuan!

Wei Yuan wrapped the cause and effect, completely entangling all the cause and effect around the jade coffin, maintaining the original state. Then, with both hands, he carried the jade coffin, and with a rumbling sound, he directly pulled it up.

The surrounding cause and effect was about to change drastically.

The Taoist casually took half a step forward, directly and forcibly maintaining the original situation of cause and effect.

He did not allow the backhands left here to explode.

He picked a strand of white hair, and with a sweep of his sleeve robe, the white hair turned into a stream of light and flew into the original position, and transformed into a jade coffin, with a girl inside, her eyes closed, entangled in cause and effect, as if it was exactly the same as before.

That was good.

Wei Yuan was about to retreat, but he paused slightly, as if he had noticed something.

He raised his head and saw the aura changing inside the jade coffin in front of him. It seemed that because he had brought the jade coffin out from the core of the formation that Turbid Qi Fuxi had set up, the sealed vitality had returned to the girl's body, and the stagnant time had begun to flow again.

The white-haired girl's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were deep and lightless, like the purest night.

The remaining light of Buddha-light overflowed, and strands of golden cause and effect were like the purest dawn, reflecting left and right, extending and winding.

She silently looked at the Son of Man through the crystal clear jade coffin.

ps: Second update today...three thousand six hundred words