Museum—

"So, you're sacrificing your looks to seduce people?"

"You're luring young girls, huh?"

"We finally get a customer, and before we even open, you scare them away!"

"Tell me, Bai Ze, how are you going to compensate for the loss of business?!"

"If the Curator finds out, he'll be heartbroken!"

The River God spoke righteously, scolding Bai Ze.

Bai Ze yawned, pretending not to hear the River God's accusations, but he quite agreed with the last sentence.

"When he finds out, he definitely will be heartbroken."

Then they exchanged glances, their expressions strange, and said in unison:

"So, let's just not let him find out!"

Before Jinmu Yuanjun, Bai Ze had already been dragged away by the River God and the Soldier Soul, and only released deep inside the museum. He almost received a fifteen-minute beatdown from the museum's veteran staff. Now, the Soldier Soul was out helping, and Bai Ze was confined, but unfortunately, the one confining him was the River God.

So Bai Ze just sat lazily on a single sofa, hugging a soft plush toy, rubbing his eyes, yawning sleepily, wiping away the tears that appeared because he was too tired, and finally looked at the River God over there, who was bored and tossing a can of soda in his hand.

He hesitated for a moment, then activated his life-threatening power.

His pupils deepened, seeing the River God's true identity, seeing a wisp of Qiming's aura, but this also caused Bai Ze's aura to surge, and the blood color in the depths of his eyes began to spread.

He closed his eyes, the blood-colored pupils faded back to normal, and he thought for a long time.

'Is there no me in the future?'

'Who on earth was so direct and decisive that they took me out in one fell swoop?'

Bai Ze pondered, Bai Ze seemed to understand something, and pressed his hands on the River God's shoulders, saying earnestly:

"A-Shui, let's go out for a trip, shall we?"

The River God was stunned: "Huh? What do you want to do?"

He pondered.

Then he seemed to finally understand something.

He suddenly realized and his expression changed drastically. He hugged his chest and retreated, saying, "Run away together?!"

"Wait, what are you thinking? Although I am handsome, dashing, charming, and loved by everyone, I'm really not that kind of person, ah, no, not that kind of ghost!"

Bai Ze's forehead twitched and said, "Stop it. It's just a trip out, we'll be back."

The River God was still furious, but hearing these words, he was still curious and asked, "What are we going to do?"

He even couldn't help but reach out and put his hand on Bai Ze's forehead.

Then he put his other hand on his own forehead to compare the temperature.

Bai Ze couldn't help but complain, "You're measuring temperature, why are you touching yourself?"

"You're a ghost! A ghost!"

"If my temperature was the same as yours, I would have been cold a long time ago!"

"Ah, that… seems to be true."

The River God scratched his head, then instantly reacted, and said in astonishment, "Wait a minute, that's not right."

"You, a guy who hasn't moved an inch in eight hundred years, actually wants to go out on your own initiative?!"

"Are you okay?"

"Ah, no, I mean, is there something wrong with your head?"

Bai Ze sighed and said, "I'm going to get something."

"Get something?"

"Yes, something I abandoned myself."

Bai Ze yawned, and for some reason, the River God didn't insist on staying at home this time, but just asked:

"Where are we going?"

Bai Ze replied, "The South Sea."

His cultivation.

"I'm going to take that thing, and my past name, back together."

……………………

Not long after the River God and Bai Ze sneaked away, leaving behind a letter saying 'The Great Wilderness is so big, I want to see it', the cause and effect in the museum changed, and strands of golden cause and effect constructed and emerged, eventually transforming into Wei Yuan's appearance. He raised his eyebrows, looking into the distance.

Light flowed deep in his eyes, and he had already seen the 'sneaky' backs of Bai Ze and the River God leaving.

He waved his sleeve.

Countless changes in cause and effect flowed, directly recreating the scene that had just happened before Wei Yuan's eyes, vividly and truthfully. This was of course Fuxi's move, but Wei Yuan and Fuxi's 'friendship' was so deep, and since Fuxi had secretly learned Wei Yuan's moves, it was normal for Wei Yuan to get something from Fuxi, right?

"...Going to the South Sea to retrieve something."

Wei Yuan muttered to himself.

However, it seems that this guy is finally starting to think of ways to improve himself.

Huh?

What did he encounter?

What made Bai Ze, the slacking demon, start to buck up?

Wei Yuan tapped his brow, and immediately selected a target—undoubtedly the woman just now, Jinmu Yuanjun. And why did Jinmu Yuanjun cause Bai Ze to have such a huge sense of alarm, to the point of taking the initiative to seek opportunity, to take the initiative to retrieve his things? Strange, so strange.

Wei Yuan waved his sleeve and let the causal image dissipate.

"In any case, it's a good thing that this guy isn't so salty."

"But it's really strange."

"I thought this kind of salted fish king would only stop slacking and bounce a few times before he died."

Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly, and his brow furrowed.

"...Before he died?"

"Jinmu Yuanjun has his death tribulation on her, and this death tribulation has been glimpsed by Bai Ze?"

The white-haired Daoist sat on the sofa thoughtfully, his five fingers spread open, still holding the strand of black hair obtained from Jinmu Yuanjun. The doubts in his heart grew heavier, and he flicked his finger lightly, strands of cause and effect entangled on the strand of black hair, changing and tangling, faintly colliding with the position of the owner of this strand of black hair.

Jinmu Yuanjun's realm is stronger than Wei Yuan's at the moment.

Earlier, if it wasn't for the fact that Jinmu Yuanjun seemed to have been tricked by someone, directly causing a backlash and serious injury.

The two of them would probably have directly developed into a life-and-death struggle.

For some reason, the angry and aggrieved look in the girl's eyes at the end made him feel quite familiar.

Oh, right…

That's probably how I look when I'm thinking about Fuxi.

I didn't expect that there would actually be someone in the world whose level of scumminess could surpass his?

Wei Yuan sighed, and at this moment, the golden cause and effect had completely deconstructed the strand of black hair in front of him. Countless causes and effects were intertwined and changed, even though Jinmu Yuanjun's own cultivation and realm were still above Wei Yuan's, but where they were now was not her main body, just a strand of black hair.

When facing the main body, even cause and effect cannot easily spy on a high-ranking powerhouse filled with absolute vigilance.

The Daoist slowly stretched out his five fingers and said, "The secret arts of the gods, the aura of the turbid world, and the power of Kunlun."

"What is her true origin?"

"Let me see…"

In an instant, cause and effect emerged, but it was not a picture that could be easily interpreted as it had been in the past, but broken black fragments that emerged in an instant, and then spread directly in all directions, filling the museum with light and shadow.

It was as if they had fallen into some extremely profound and mysterious place.

This is…

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes.

Cause and effect had been torn apart.

And it was cut apart in an extremely sharp and decisive manner, it was swordsmanship.

Wei Yuan reached out his finger and gently touched a rhombus-shaped ink-colored block, where cause and effect flowed and changed, and golden light and ink-colored aura violently collided with each other, but in the end, the golden light occupied the upper hand. This ink-colored rhombus fragment became crystal clear in an instant, and the picture in it also rushed out.

But it was very strange—

The things inside seemed to have been erased.

Everything around had a vague feeling, as if the time this cause and effect had existed for was too long.

Even these memories had been washed away and were no longer so clear.

'Mother, are you really going?'

'But, hasn't he already, already fallen? As a hero...'

A childish voice was saying something, and the figure next to it seemed to just shake its head slightly.

Wei Yuan couldn't hear what the other side was saying.

He just heard the childish voice say again, "...Are you going to bring him back?"

"I will wait patiently."

And the picture in this wisp of cause and effect disappeared.

Wei Yuan reached out his hand again and used the power of cause and effect to dissolve the aura on the remaining causal fragments. In the end, all the ink-colored aura dissipated, turning into endless, overlapping pictures. In each picture, the vague-faced girl was cultivating, and the cruelty of the cultivation could be described as insane.

Being thrown onto desolate planets to survive.

Walking alone in the desert swept by thunder and fire to temper her body.

Trying to survive in a crazy sword formation where sword light was like rain.

Wei Yuan's brows were twitching.

Who, who on earth raised her?

It was actually such a crazy way of cultivation…

And finally, when Wei Yuan stared at a picture where the girl was walking barefoot in the raging sea, suddenly, the picture in front changed. The storm sea in one of the causal fragments instantly turned into a pure white, and the girl hugged her knees and curled up in the corner, murmuring: "...It's been a year, Mother hasn't come back."

It was as if this kind of white existence could be contagious.

In an instant, all the causal fragments in the museum were covered up and covered.

All the pictures, whether it was the sea of thunder and fire, or the crazy sword formation, all retreated in color and turned pure white.

It became like a state of closing the heart, and the center of the picture was the girl who seemed to be Jinmu Yuanjun hugging her knees and sitting there, lowering her head and murmuring. This was like a revenger who closed her heart for revenge, and spent all her time after childhood happiness in crazy training for revenge.

The pictures overlapped and eventually disappeared and annihilated.

Apart from this, no other information was revealed.

There was no picture, no surrounding living environment, only the tragic and madness of training.

But it also seemed that something had appeared—

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and all the experiences he had when he saw Jinmu Yuanjun earlier emerged—

'Unexplained hatred, that is to say… she's cultivating so crazily to find me for revenge?'

'She is proficient in Kunlun's moves, and has the Queen Mother of the West's spear, Gengjin Dao Fruit...'

'And Jue's proactive kindness'

'She knows the secret arts of the gods'

'It's true... there's a high probability that she's the reincarnation of the Queen Mother of the West...'

'But…'

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, and the surrounding causes and effects intertwined, and the scene of Bai Ze's salted fish dream shattering and leaping up emerged; the words said by his mother in the cause and effect when she left, and the extremely vague cause and effect, the torn cause and effect, all surrounded Wei Yuan, and the Daoist murmured:

"The vagueness of cause and effect may mean that it has been sealed by some means."

"But it is also possible that it is the anchor point of the future that my current Dao Fruit realm cannot reach..."

"Ordinary death tribulations are just a warning, representing a certain direction of the future... If that's the case, Bai Ze would choose to hug his thighs, or leave here and find a safe place to hide, but this time he directly chose to resist, which means that it's not a possibility of the future, that is the future..."

"Jinmu Yuanjun doesn't represent the past, but the future?"

"What Jue has a natural affection for may not necessarily be Jue's mother, the Queen Mother of the West."

"It is also possible."

"Jue's daughter."

"...My daughter?"

ps: Today's first update…………