“Ten Peaks? White hair…”

The white-clothed girl murmured, pressing her forehead, and said, "If it's what you saw, then this might represent some kind of enlightenment, a picture after the entanglement of cause and effect. Then, white hair is not just a change in hair color. After all, you have white hair now too."

She pointed to the white hair of the Daoist priest that fell to his waist, and added:

"That probably represents the dissipation of [vitality]."

"But this is also the most impossible."

The girl frowned, slightly puzzled:

"Because the Ten Peaks, strictly speaking, don't have the concept of [vitality]. They won't die, they can't age. As long as they are at their peak, their bodies and true spirits will naturally be in the strongest state. Aging and dying are changes that only exist in living beings.

"The Ten Peaks level, it's impossible for them to encounter such a thing."

"If there hasn't been some kind of change, then she is no longer at that level."

No longer at that level?

The white-haired Daoist frowned. In the next moment, an immense perception instantly swept across the heavens and the earth.

He felt that the Nine Nether still existed in the myriad worlds, still possessing an extremely high level of authority, and was still among the first batch of existences with authority under the three special forces: [Myriad Worlds · Guixu], [Constellation of Stars · Great Wilderness], and [The Only Kunlun of All Realms].

It even had a faint feeling of being more profound and purer than the previous Nine Nether.

This represented a further improvement in the Nine Nether.

Representing a breakthrough in the foundation of Zhujiu Yin.

And Zhujiu Yin and Qingshan Xian are two sides of the same coin. In theory, if Zhujiu Yin's cultivation improved, Qingshan Xian would also improve along with it...

There shouldn't be a problem with the foundation.

However, this was only a remote observation here, not detailed or specific enough.

He should personally go there sometime to see what exactly happened, to take a trip to the Red Water River. Wei Yuan made a decision in his heart, raised his eyes to look at the white-clothed girl in front of him, and said, "Then, if there is a situation like [falling from the realm], is there any solution?"

The white-clothed girl thought for a while and said:

"If that kind of situation really occurs, it can only be done by replenishing the foundation."

"However, where is it so simple to replenish the foundation of the Ten Peak level? Well, besides that, some short-term means of maintaining vitality, sealing off the spirituality so that the true spirit doesn't dissipate, and a special magic, which can allow them to maintain their existence by absorbing the rich spiritual energy of the surrounding environment, is equivalent to using the outer world as their own foundation." Nuwa Huang gave three solutions.

Then she stretched out her hand, and her fair fingers touched the Daoist priest's forehead, telling Wei Yuan the three types of magic and the process of casting the magic, the spiritual materials needed, and then said with a trace of apology on her face: "...

However, these are only short-term solutions. If it's really as powerful as you, I can't easily reverse life and death."

"If I can remember more, there might be other ways." Wei Yuan breathed out and felt the knowledge appearing in his brain, and said, "Thank you very much."

This was true, because Nuwa Huang was really too generous.

These three types of techniques were completely precise operations that only top-level gods could complete.

Especially the last one, relying on the spiritual rhyme of the outer world to support one's own conscious existence.

It was enough to reach a certain degree of [immortality].

In the expectations of the Daoist scriptures, this realm should be called [eating qi and not dying, a land immortal]. Most importantly, Nuwa Huang was so generous that she didn't hold back at all. These rituals and supernatural powers came with a large amount of ancient supernatural knowledge.

Nuwa Huang is so good...

Damn it, before, whether it was Fuxi or Emperor Jun, they only mocked him.

Wei Yuan felt the ancient knowledge in his brain, and the urge to feed Nuwa Huang snails became unprecedentedly strong.

If he could absorb and master this knowledge, he could be considered a qualified ancient cultivator.

Mom is the best in the world.

Those old geezers only know how to travel thousands of miles to laugh at you for being a clumsy failure. Only Nuwa Huang will try to tutor you.

Nuwa Huang had just retrieved the lotus of creation transformed from her heart and needed to rest. Especially after passing on knowledge to Wei Yuan, she consumed a lot of energy.

After Wei Yuan asked the girl what she wanted to eat, he left Nuwa Huang to rest, took the initiative to leave here, erased the sound with the technique of controlling the wind and other means, and walked out, thinking about the three methods Nuwa Huang gave him, and fell into deep thought.

Zhujiu Yin.

Xian.

Damn it, Zhujiu Yin must know about Xian.

If he could find that guy and ask him directly, it would be much easier. But before, or rather, for a long time before this, Wei Yuan couldn't contact Zhujiu Yin. The latter seemed to be busy with some special purpose. Not only did he not appear in Wei Yuan's own lucid dreams, but even his true spirit didn't answer questions.

Even he couldn't find him.

Relying on the feedback of cause and effect, Wei Yuan could sense that Zhujiu Yin was targeting opponents at the Ten Peak level, and was lurking to investigate something. In order to be secretive, he couldn't respond to Wei Yuan. And among the few names in the past and present that made Zhujiu Yin so cautious, he must be good at concealment.

"Is it the turbid world? No."

The Daoist priest rubbed his forehead, denying this guess, and said to himself: "Zhujiu Yin said that he is in a state of yin and yang unity. Now it seems that he is a body of clear and turbid unity. Hiss... Zhujiu Yin, Bai Ze, the talents and foundations of these guys are really outrageous."

"It's just that it's natural, it may not be the strongest, it still needs acquired practice and improvement."

"Well, at that time, he probably wanted to rely on Fuxi's [reversal of yin and yang] to completely master this body, but he was tricked. But how do I feel that compared to him, Zhujiu Yin himself is the [turbid] side, with yin, coldness, and an old silver coin."

The Daoist priest was silent for a moment, waiting leisurely.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds... nothing happened.

Wei Yuan was helpless and murmured:

"Okay, there's no reaction to this, it seems he's really not here."

"That guy has always been petty, seeking revenge overnight. As expected of Zhujiu Yin, who looks upright and broad-minded."

"If it's not the turbid world, then it can only be that one - [Kaiming]."

Kunlun Realm · Dark Side.

At the junction of the clear and turbid worlds, a scarlet dragon slowly swam, its scales like the purest jade in the world, crystal clear and easy to see through. And the dragon's head of this scarlet dragon transformed into a human head, its eyes reflecting the sun and the moon.

It looked down at the magnificent ten bronze heavenly gates below.

It seemed to sense something.

On the jade book next to it, under the name of Curator Wei, another stroke was added. There were already densely packed and considerable positive characters below.

I've written down this revenge.

I'll settle it all at the end.

When Wei Yuan walked out of the Jade Void Palace, he heard voices talking from afar. Because Nuwa Huang had been sleeping before, or rather, because of the influence of Nuwa Huang's creative power leaking, the creatures in the entire Jade Void Palace grew extremely fast, forming an extremely special and mysterious landscape.

And to the left and right of the stone table where he usually was, was the old man with a beard, and the black-clothed, cold-looking Heavenly Emperor, his black hair tied up with jade, interspersed with gold threads.

The Heavenly Emperor and the old man seemed to be playing a game of chess.

Wei Yuan was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Di Jun glanced at him and said calmly, "An old friend came and thought that I haven't played chess with him for a while, so I came to play a game. What about you, is the matter over?"

Playing chess?

Wei Yuan glanced at the chessboard and saw two black and white dragons intertwined and fighting fiercely. The old man smiled warmly when he saw him coming out, and then focused on thinking about the changes in the game. The white-haired Daoist looked at the Heavenly Emperor's position, which was just right in the core of the Jade Void Palace.

In other words, if there was any place here where there was a leak, a sign of turbid qi appearing.

The Heavenly Emperor could take action at the same time.

This is not called playing chess, this is called sitting in the center.

If you're worried, just be worried, do you have to find a reason? The Daoist priest shook his head with amusement and said:

"Playing chess? Then I'll pretend you're here to play chess."

"Jia Yi, bring tea."

The white-haired Daoist lazily held a cup of tea, like watching chess, and sat in the chair. The old Celestial Master was chatting with Ah Xuan, and in the distance, a man wearing a round-necked robe was entangled with Ye Ming, not knowing what means he was using. Ye Ming seemed to be guiding him in swordsmanship.

Nuwa Huang has partially recovered. Next, I have to take Ah Xuan and the little gluttonous Feng Siyu to the South China Sea. But before that, I have to solve the problems at hand and go to the Red Water to see what happened to Xian.

As a human cultivator, reaching the 'true cultivation' level, one has a premonition of a whim.

You can instinctively avoid danger and seek good fortune.

The causal induction of the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord is, strictly speaking, no different from the [fate] prophecy that was destroyed, except that one is passive perception and the other is active compilation.

If the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord doesn't even believe in his own intuition, then the Dao fruit of cause and effect can be destroyed. He's really becoming a charlatan. Wei Yuan mocked himself,

Looking at the Qinglian Layman Li Taibai and Ye Ming over there, thinking about taking in Ye Ming and Ah Xuan, he suddenly said:

"How does the old gentleman feel?"

The old man lowered his eyes to make a move, stroked his beard and smiled, "If you're referring to this journey of dreams, then it's really too beautiful. Hahaha, this old man doesn't even want to leave, and intends to continue staying here, escaping the original fate."

He took a sip of the tea brought by Jia Yi and thanked him.

Jia Yi asked in confusion, "If you want to stay, then why don't you stay?"

The old man replied leisurely, "Because this place doesn't belong to me."

"This place is indeed better than that era, but after all, it is not my era. You have summoned me here, allowing me to see that the Four Greats in my imagination have become a reality, and even far greater than the most delusional part of my past. I am already extremely satisfied, and I have no regrets even if I die."

Zhang Ruosu was a little silent and said, "With your Daoism, why don't you cultivate?"

He could see that the old man was not the kind of cultivator.

Not the kind that can have a long life.

And he didn't seem to care much about the art of nourishing qi that he gave to the old man. The old man made a move, his smile gentle and calm, and said, "What is cultivation?"

"In my opinion, I am already a cultivator, Daoist friend, is your cultivation to cultivate longevity?"

Zhang Ruosu opened his mouth.

Of course it's not just that, it's freedom, it's being at ease.

But there is a longing for longevity in Daoist cultivation.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "So, you and I are not the same kind of people after all. My Dao family and Daoism are originally two distinct paths. What you seek is longevity, but what is longevity? Life and death are just natural laws, forcibly reversing them, can it still be considered the Great Dao of Nature?"

"This is already contrary to my Dao."

The old man asked gently, a pair of eyes with the composure of having experienced vicissitudes.

"Cultivators seek longevity, where is the freedom? Immortality, in the final analysis, is just greed and fear, greed for the prosperity of the world, and fear of the death of the soul. No one remembers themselves anymore, but my cultivation is not like this, it is not like this."

"I have already seen the end of the path I hope for."

"My life has no regrets, and there is no fear. I recognize the nature of heaven and earth, and life and death are just a part of it. There is life and then there is death. I am in this nature of all things, and I also move along with this nature of all things."

Zhang Ruosu's expression was恍惚.

The old man made a move, it was a draw, and said with emotion, "I have known Mr. Zhang for a long time. When you were young, you were like this, and now that you are old, you are still the same. These eighty years have indeed been long."

"Being able to play another game of chess in the end is enough for me."

The Heavenly Emperor said calmly, "What are you talking about."

"The time you and I have spent together is only a short eighty years."

The old man smiled gently and helplessly:

"For Mr. Zhang, eighty years is indeed a short time, but the time you and I have spent together is actually a lifetime. However, being able to play chess with Mr. Zhang and talk about eighty years of communication almost two thousand years after my era is also a wonderful thing."

The Heavenly Emperor's expression was cold: "Even if the speed is as fast as light, there is a limit to its speed."

"And starlight falling on earth will also be reflected into the universe."

"A mere two thousand years, the time it takes for the starlight reflected from your eyes in the past to reflect back into the universe has already been like this; and raise your head, Boyang, among the starlight you see now, there must be one that comes from a star in the same era as your youth."

"It has traveled for two thousand years in the vast universe and has fallen on you again."

The old man laughed loudly, "Is this Mr. Zhang's comfort?"

He said, "You still don't want to reveal your true emotions."

The old man made a move, the chessboard was like a clash of the Great Dao, and he got up and led the green ox and said, "I have no regrets either. Hahaha, I am satisfied, it is time to go back."

He flicked his sleeves and got up, and then led the green ox, took the initiative to crush the fallen leaves representing Wei Yuan's cause and effect, and a road leading to the past appeared in front of him. The white-haired old man went forward, and Zhang Ruosu hurriedly took half a step forward,

Wanting to ask again, the white-haired old man looked back at him and said:

"Remember, it is to participate in the creation of heaven and earth."

"Instead of seizing the creation of heaven and earth."

Then he turned around and rode the green ox again, just laughing loudly, no longer paying attention to the later generations of Celestial Masters.

"Different paths, do not conspire with each other!"

"Farewell."

"This is really, free and easy."

Zhang Ruosu sighed, not caring about so-called life and death, I am naturally one of heaven and earth, this realm can only be said to be worthy of the Dao Ancestor, murmuring to himself: "Participate in the creation of heaven and earth..." And Wei Yuan watched the old man leave freely, and after a long time, he looked back.

He saw Ye Ming with white hair on his temples standing not far behind, seemingly having something to say, and after a long silence, he said softly:

"Is... is it you?"