It seemed the things that Kai Ming had said were too heavy, so heavy that even Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, as if he was digesting everything the other party had said. With his ability to control causality, he could easily perceive such scenes, as if he had seen them with his own eyes—

The Turbid World demon gods around him fell like scattered blood rain.

The tall old man laughed and spread his arms.

The black-haired swordsman with a blank expression instantly drew his sword when he was embraced by him.

The old man fell backward.

Until the very end, he was smiling.

Wei Yuan's fingers touched his sword, but in the end, he couldn't say anything. It was just that the Kunlun sword seemed quieter, like a hawk about to be stained with blood. He said, "How is the old man now..." Kai Ming said, "As for now, his Buzhou Mountain is still there, but as for his true spirit, I can't say for sure..."

"After all, it's him. Facing the Water God's full power, he only fell into a deep sleep."

"But it's also because of you."

"Your instinctive sword strike can be considered exceedingly sharp, and facing your move, Buzhou Mountain lowered its guard against defeat. It was even worse than Gonggong before. Last time, it could be said that it was sudden, and although he had the intention, he didn't have enough time. But this time, it was truly without any defense."

"From his mind to his body, he had no intention of defending at all."

"Therefore, this sword strike was especially ruthless and heavy."

"If you want to go, be prepared. Your reputation in the Clear World is truly terrible now, utterly terrible."

Kai Ming's expression and voice were a little strange, somewhat gloating, but he still reminded him:

"It's better not to meet old friends for now. Your mind can't stay at the future anchor point forever."

"The first time, you'll return to your true body when the time limit is reached. After all, your realm hasn't reached its peak yet, so you can't exist eternally in the past, present, and future. In the end, there's a difference between your true body and your anchor point. More importantly, when causality observes fate, that fate has already become a branch, which makes the stability of this future anchor point extremely weak."

"But after all, you've reached this realm."

"Even if you change the future, this anchor point should still exist."

"It just won't be as powerful as you are now."

"Besides, they saw you fall with their own eyes, they saw you kill Buzhou Mountain with their own eyes. The intensity of their killing intent towards you is far greater than ours. It's too troublesome for you to explain."

"I'm afraid that in the end, your explanation will turn into the 'fists-to-flesh' method of communication between civil officials."

Wei Yuan nodded.

Kai Ming raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise when he saw that he didn't refute, and said, "So, you're going to see Jue first? Then the two of us will go to the Great Wilderness of the Mountains and Seas, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, in front of the Jade Void Palace. Anyway, be careful and don't be too ostentatious. You probably don't want to have a fierce fight with your old friends from the Clear World before you've even figured out the time node, right?"

"As for the place."

"I think you don't need us to lead the way."

Kai Ming waved his hand casually, his back to Wei Yuan.

Then he went lazily to find Lu Wu, and then took Lu Wu to the original location of Buzhou Mountain in the Great Wilderness.

Only the white-haired swordsman was left to bear the fate of his era.

Finally, Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and his eyes calmed down again. His heart also returned to the state of an unfathomable abyss. In any case, when he came here, the possibility of this future fate trajectory had already been greatly reduced. As long as he could figure out the trajectory of what happened in this era, he could completely reverse the future when he returned to his true era.

No wonder it's said that causality is the most unpredictable.

No wonder, when the Turbid World's causal Daoguo appeared, the Heavenly Emperor directly brought Wei Yuan in his true form to reap the other side.

Such a mysterious and unpredictable existence.

Only one is needed in the world.

Wei Yuan held his sword and walked out of here. When he took a step, his true spirit truly merged and intertwined with the many causes and effects of this world. At that moment, Wei Yuan had the illusion of seeing the basic structure of this world, as if all things in the world had lost their form and color, leaving only intertwined changes, densely packed causal threads.

The past is the cause, the future is the effect.

I am in the midst of the flow.

The Taoist's white hair fell down, and he felt his understanding of causality further improved. Then, his left hand calmly held the long sword Kunlun, and the five fingers of his right hand stretched out, fair and slender. Although his body no longer possessed the Daoguo of causality, countless golden streams of light gathered on their own, turning into strands of dawn-like causal power, only in my palm.

In an instant, the light in his eyes changed, as if he saw the past, saw the dark Turbid World battlefield, saw the ink-colored sky rolling down, the vast sky, roaring sounds like countless thunders exploding together, the world's wild winds sweeping the clouds, thunder striking molten lava, the sounds of green waves and crimson flames intersecting and colliding made people's foreheads crack.

Time seemed to freeze.

The white-haired Taoist's arm was severed, and his sword had flown away.

He wielded his sword in the midst of it, flying back and forth, crisscrossing.

The intensity of the killing intent was unprecedented.

This was the causal record left behind from the battle where the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord fell!

It was replaying now.

Magnificent and grand, but even more tragic!

The bloody smell soared into the sky, and the weight of the slaughter caused even the most profit-driven and craziest Turbid World demon gods to stop. Clear horror appeared on their faces, and they stared fixedly at the Taoist. His green shirt was already stained red with blood, his breathing was rapid, and although he no longer had a divine weapon in his hand, his fingers formed a sword, which was unprecedentedly magnificent.

One sword pointed at the brow of the [Foundation of the Turbid World].

At this time, Wei Yuan, who seemed to be constantly fighting and had completely given up on living, had a heart of steel and was able to exert his combat ability even more. The intensity of the killing was even more terrifying, and the domineering sword energy directly penetrated this Daoguo realm powerhouse whose defense was even stronger than that of the old man of Buzhou Mountain.

This sword.

Clearly, he had abandoned his divine weapon and didn't use the sword mark on his brow.

The power it unleashed was infinitely close to the first echelon of the top ten peak Daoguo realms.

The true spirit of the Foundation of the Turbid World was annihilated in an instant.

He looked at the Taoist in front of him with reluctance, disbelief, and sorrow, and finally only said one sentence with emotion.

"I submit!"

Then, his eyes lost their luster, and his Daoguo and cultivation dissipated and shattered, falling heavily backward. However, even as he fell, he still tried to protect the great Lord of the Turbid World with his own body, trying to block the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord's footsteps with himself.

But he didn't know that after he died, his Daoguo was stripped away.

Even his cultivation was bestowed upon the enemy who killed him by the great Lord with unparalleled Qigong techniques.

This was what Wei Yuan would do in the future, and at this time, he also experienced it once through causality.

And at that time, on that desperate battlefield, after killing the Foundation of the Turbid World with one sword, the Taoist gasped for breath, and his body was exhausted.

The great Lord of the Turbid World said calmly, "Attack, Fengxian."

"Take him down, kill him."

Wei Yuan saw that at this time, Lu Bu had successfully contained a considerable number of Turbid World powerhouses, but the Turbid World was too large, and there were too many Turbid World powerhouses and demon gods. The remaining part was still densely packed, but despite such a large number, those surrounding Wei Yuan were holding divine weapons, their auras were like rainbows, and they didn't dare to take a step forward.

Around the Taoist with a severed arm, abandoned sword, and covered in blood.

Was a large expanse of emptiness.

The wind blew through the weapons on the battlefield, the sound whimpering and low, and those fierce demon gods didn't seem like enemies.

They were more like silent supplicants.

The great Lord stared at Wei Yuan calmly and said, "He can no longer draw his sword. A swordsman who can't even draw his sword is naturally like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, only left with the strength to roar."

"Heh..."

Wei Yuan saw that Lu Bu seemed to have decided not to endure any longer.

He was rushing towards this side at an extremely high speed.

On the surface, it seemed that he wanted to personally kill this enemy who dared to provoke the great Lord, but Wei Yuan could see that Lu Fengxian's gaze was fixed on the great Lord's back, and the black and red aura around him was burning wildly like flames that had broken free from their restraints. The halberd in his right hand was about to be unable to withstand such domineering power.

But Wei Yuan could 'see' that Lu Bu and he could not kill the great Lord at this moment.

Wei Yuan coughed and stood up.

This movement was very weak.

But it directly caused countless Turbid World demon gods around him to retreat.

A rustling sound of metal friction, a clangorous sound, but with a sense of fear like a stray dog.

Wei Yuan laughed loudly.

His right arm had been cut off by the great Lord's sneak attack. After all, his causal cultivation was not very strong in strengthening his body. His right arm had been cut off, but he raised his left hand, forming a sword with his fingers, and pointed remotely at the great Lord's brow. Then, a peerless aura of sharpness naturally flowed and changed, rising clangorously!

Wei Yuan's eyebrows were sharp, and he laughed loudly, "I can't draw my sword?!"

"Then watch carefully."

"What about this sword!"

"People say that the Dao of Causality needs to be operated behind the scenes, but I don't think so. Use cause to lead to effect, use effect to trace back to cause."

"Who said that causality has to be cautious?"

"I am causality!"

This sword strike was sharp and extraordinary, as if it could cleave everything. The great Lord's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously took a step back, raising the divine weapon in his hand to block in front of this so-called Yuanshi Heavenly Lord who had no power. But this sword didn't seem to do anything, and the white-haired swordsman just laughed loudly.

The great Lord was furious and took a deep breath, saying, "Kill him!"

"But find his mark."

"Since he can kill the Foundation of the Turbid World, then naturally, there should be a chance to kill the so-called Buzhou Mountain."

Many demon gods slowly stepped forward. The sound of laughter disappeared, but at this time, they realized that the white-haired swordsman had already died, and his soul had dissipated. Even so, he still maintained the posture of drawing his sword and laughing, as if he had really struck out with a peerless sword—

This sword was naturally peerless.

Seven years later, Wei Yuan from the past opened his eyes.

Looking forward.

He understood what that sword he had struck out in the 'future' was.

It was causality.

But it wasn't causality as a sword.

It was Wei Yuanjun, but it wasn't a sword of destruction.

When he took a step, his white hair turned back into black hair, and his green shirt turned into black close-fitting attire with red patterns on it, gorgeous and solemn—that sword was causality, it was a retrospective, it was the girl named [Wei Yuanjun], and the sword before the fall of Yuanshi Heavenly Lord made it inevitable that the girl would return to the past in the future.

In other words, Wei Yuanjun, the Golden Mother Yuanjun, would inevitably return to the past after that sword.

And the Wei Yuan of the past would also notice it.

Then reverse this future, reverse his own destiny.

On the final battlefield of the final game, Wei Yuan finally took a stronger step before his fall.

I use causality to sever fate.

Fate,

Is causality.

ps: Today's second update... Thank you to Su Yueli for the ten thousand reward.

Because of some miscellaneous matters, it took a little time, so the update is a little late.