"Ouch, ouch, stop, stop it!"

"Stop hitting me!"

"Not the face!"

"Damn it, I told you not to hit the face!"

Accompanied by a series of angry voices, a one-sided beating, a joint assault by the Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Lord, a fair fight, finally came to an end. Fuxi curled up somewhere, twitching, his handsome face already bruised and swollen.

Under the angry joint attack of the Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Lord, Fuxi was utterly defeated.

"So, I told you, not the face!"

"What am I supposed to say when A'Wa sees me later and asks, 'Oh, my dear brother, how did your incomparably handsome face get injured?'"

Fuxi covered his face, now wider and purplish, his mouth twitching. An unparalleled feeling of grief welled up. Wei Yuan's brow twitched, and he resisted the urge to smash his fist directly into the guy's face. Instead, he said expressionlessly:

"Don't worry, Nuwa wouldn't speak in such a disgusting, greasy tone."

"As for your face."

He snapped his fingers, and the flow of cause and effect reversed, restoring Fuxi's face to its previous state.

It hurt, it really hurt.

But he wasn't disfigured!

He could still be beaten!

The Heavenly Emperor nodded slightly in approval. "Causality, good."

While Fuxi was still stunned, Wei Yuan stepped on the wall beside him, creating a series of fine cracks. He leaned forward slightly, exuding an extremely oppressive aura, holding a sword in his right hand, and putting on an impatient expression. "Hey, hey, so what are you up to? Are you going to talk or not?"

"If you don't, we can keep beating you."

"Don't worry, with the power of causality, even Nuwa won't be able to see anything wrong."

"How about it? Want to try? Huh?"

Fuxi's face froze.

"How can you treat me like this!"

"Back then, I practically raised you with my own hands! Nuwa, little Yuanzi has grown up and doesn't listen anymore. He's even learned to bully his uncle, boo-hoo..."

Wei Yuan's brow twitched. "You're full of it!"

"I remember my childhood memories."

"Putting aside the fact that my grandfather raised me after that, even before that, it was the Queen Mother of the West who sent me..."

Wei Yuan paused.

Fuxi, who had seemed to be crying just now, raised his eyes slightly and smiled.

"So, aren't you going to look for the Queen Mother of the West this time anyway?"

"And you're going to take me with you."

The sunlight streamed down, illuminating Fuxi's handsome face. Even in his smile, his vertical pupils retained a cold, eerie feeling.

Wei Yuan stared at Fuxi. "...What do you mean?"

Fuxi spread his hands slightly, a teasing smile on his face, unfathomable. "Oh, nothing much. Maybe you'll encounter your origin this time? Or perhaps you'll witness the past you being sent to your grandfather by the Queen Mother of the West? And I'll be taking care of the original you?"

"If you're nice to me."

"Maybe this time I won't spank you or flick your little..."

*Thwack!*

The scabbard of the Qingping Sword struck Fuxi's cheek hard in a full swing. Fuxi spun around thirty-two and a half times before crashing heavily into the wall with a bang, half his body embedded inside, only his right foot remaining outside, twitching.

The Primeval Heavenly Lord walked forward two steps expressionlessly, then turned back to look at the Heavenly Emperor, nodding slightly and politely saying:

"Please wait a moment."

"About an incense stick's worth of time."

Dijun was very considerate.

He nodded slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, and took thirteen steps forward. "Be quick."

The Heavenly Lord nodded.

Then, holding the slender but incredibly tough Qingping Sword in one hand, he walked forward step by step. He grabbed Fuxi's collar with his left hand and pulled him out, expressionless. With his right hand, he held the Qingping Sword and struck Fuxi repeatedly, resulting in a famous scream, like Tom the cat from Tom and Jerry.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

"I confess!"

*Bang!*

"I, I really confess!"

*Thwack!*

*Splat!*

Blood splattered on the Heavenly Lord's handsome face.

Expressionless.

Ignoring Fuxi's screams, he raised his right hand and slammed the scabbard down hard.

After a while, when the screams gradually subsided and disappeared, the black-haired Daoist picked up the blood-stained Qingping Sword, flicked it to the side, leaving a glaring bloodstain on the ground, then bent down, grabbed Fuxi's right foot, and dragged him out.

Although the beating looked severe, it wasn't anything that would really injure Wei Yuan or Fuxi, but he was still dizzy. Seeing Wei Yuan realize that the scabbard was useless and preparing to pull out the Pangu Axe to fix his teeth, Fuxi's mouth twitched, and he finally confessed, "Wait, wait!"

"What I said just now was a lie."

"It's a lie! I was just bluffing! I was just bluffing!"

"Don't hit me, don't hit me!"

"I confess, I confess everything. It was all, all a lie. I only knew that the Queen Mother of the West sent you back, and the rest was all deliberately made up... I don't know what your origin is, and I've never spanked you..."

When Wei Yuan turned around, dragging the completely limp Fuxi, the Heavenly Emperor was gone.

Frowning slightly, he followed the Heavenly Emperor's aura and found him next to a noodle stall. It was early morning, when people were getting up to go to work. The morning noodle shops were open, selling not only noodles but also steamed buns and fried dough sticks. Passersby and residents from the surrounding area would come to have breakfast.

The Heavenly Emperor, dressed in dark-patterned clothing with a black base, sat quietly and impeccably on a wooden stool.

Waiting for his breakfast.

Wei Yuan dragged in the half-dead, or at least seemingly half-dead, Fuxi.

Fuxi's 'miserable state' didn't attract much attention. Wei Yuan's current realm had reached the point where he could make people see him if he wanted to, and if he didn't want to be seen, then no matter how loud Fuxi screamed, no one would notice him.

Sitting next to the Heavenly Emperor, he looked up at him and said, "I didn't expect you to come here."

Dijun said calmly, "Since I've come to the human world, I'll eat human food."

"Your cultivation of living on air and dew is terribly boring."

"Why did you choose this shop?"

"Because it claims to be an established brand."

This conversation wasn't deliberately hidden too much. The cook, a middle-aged man, heard it and laughed heartily. "Hahaha, you really know where to come, customer! Haha, no joke, this shop of mine has been around for at least a hundred and twenty years. I grew up here and still make noodles here. Everyone around here knows how good our family's taste is."

"A hundred and twenty years?"

Dijun said calmly, "How can that be called an established brand?"

"At least it has to be a thousand-year-old tradition that hasn't changed to be called an established brand."

The cook paused, and others would naturally feel a little awkward hearing such words, but he didn't. He just laughed heartily and said, "Haha, then I have to work hard and pass on our skills from generation to generation, all the way to a thousand years from now. That would be the best."

"If your descendants can come here to eat these noodles then, customer, haha, that would be the best!"

"It's a pity we won't be alive at that time."

"Otherwise, we could know whether the taste has changed or not."

He answered cheerfully, with some regret, and then went to get busy.

Dijun looked at Wei Yuan. "How is it?"

Wei Yuan told him what Fuxi had said, then looked at Fuxi, who was sitting lazily on the ground, not telling a single truth. He knew that this guy had big plans and was definitely not as simple as he seemed on the surface, not as harmless as he looked.

But this guy's mouth was very tight, and he couldn't get anything out of him.

And just the purpose he had revealed was enough to make ordinary people's scalps tingle. Even Kai Ming would probably be shocked and hide far away if he heard this guy's purpose. The Heavenly Emperor lowered his eyes and pondered, "Then, when do we go?"

"With Fuxi's mind, if we continue to delay, there might be unforeseen circumstances."

The black-haired Daoist closed his eyes and said slowly, "Let's solve the problem of the Turbid World Honored One now... Whether it's Fuxi or Him, they're both the kind of opponents who become more dangerous the longer we leave them alone. Although I really want to get married first, I have a feeling that Fuxi will do something during that time."

"I know him too well."

"He'll take the opportunity to cause trouble."

"He might even do something like putting drugs in the wedding wine for me and Jue. He's capable of anything."

Fuxi scratched his head and said with a dry laugh, "Ahahaha, nephew, you're really joking."

"Flattery, flattery!"

"Look at what you're saying, am I that kind of person?!"

The Heavenly Emperor nodded slightly and said calmly:

"Indeed, this matter should not be delayed. Delay will only lead to changes."

"By the way, we can also bring back the Western Queen and Houtu. That way, your engagement can be completed directly with the wedding."

Then he looked up at the busy owner in front of him, sighed, and said to himself, "It's a pity, a pity. I originally had the leisure to taste some human food, but Fuxi's poison is much more serious than the regret of not being able to eat today."

Wei Yuan said, "When we come back, you can naturally eat this bowl of noodles. Perhaps it won't even be cold by then."

Dijun nodded. The two of them disappeared while the owner was still busy, and arrived beneath the myriad stars, above the thirty-third heaven of the human world's Heavenly Court talisman array system, pure, empty, vast, and suitable for doing this.

Wei Yuan and the Heavenly Emperor exchanged a glance. Wei Yuan held down Fuxi with one hand, and Fuxi said lazily, "But aren't you worried that I might have left some tricks in that era? Wouldn't you be throwing yourselves into my trap by bringing me back to the past? Heh, aren't you worried about falling directly into my schemes?"

"We naturally know that possibility."

Wei Yuan replied slowly:

"Manipulating fate, a three-way power struggle, and then causing me to have an understanding of the Yin-Yang tribulation."

"Replacing the cause of sending the Chang'an Sword back to the past." "Cutting off the Honored One's transcendence, and also cutting off his act of passing on his foundation to me, killing him but not completely obliterating him, and even sending him back to the past. Plus, what you said a thousand years ago, that you're pursuing an era without the Dao Fruit level."

"What you're plotting is big. And A'Liang once said that a wise man doesn't always find the answer, but thinks about every possibility and prepares for it. You understand me, just as I understand you. And you should have considered the possibility that I would choose to bring you back to the past with me."

"But schemes are schemes, and we can't leave you here alone."

"Fuxi... the three-million-year struggle between the clear and the turbid should end."

Wei Yuan held Fuxi's shoulder and looked at the Heavenly Emperor, his voice calm: "I'll go back with Fuxi first, you follow behind. If something happens to me, you'll naturally know what to do, Heavenly Emperor." Dijun raised his eyes slightly, then

nodded and replied concisely, "Alright."

Stepping through the years and traversing the past is extremely difficult, especially as one's strength becomes more powerful and one's existence becomes heavier, like mountains and giant rocks. Time is like a river, and the power to make a pebble fly across the river may not be enough to make a mountain fly across.

At Wei Yuan's level, he could only return to the past with a wisp of his divine sense.

And it had to be done in an extreme environment like the center of the Yin-Yang tribulation.

But now, with the cooperation of Wei Yuan, the Heavenly Emperor, the myriad stars, the Yin-Yang tribulation, and the flow of cause and effect, they had actually found an opportunity. And this opportunity also required the Chang'an Sword and Wei Yuan's connection to pinpoint the time.

The Daoist stretched out his five fingers and bent them slightly.

In the vast years, he sensed the existence of the Chang'an Sword.

Indeed, it was because of the aura of Houtu and the Queen Mother of the West during the Hun Tian dream, as well as the double positioning of the Chang'an Sword, that Wei Yuan was able to ensure that he wouldn't enter the time turbulence and get lost in the millennia ago, or even further back, and have to endure it all over again.

And Wei Yuan also suddenly realized that the Chang'an Sword could only be sensed by him because of the existence of a wisp of the Honored One's true spirit.

Although the Honored One's wisp of true spirit didn't cause any earth-shattering changes in the Chang'an Sword, it was, after all, a powerful existence bordering on transcendence, only half a step away. It still greatly enhanced the Chang'an Sword's sense of existence, allowing Wei Yuan to grasp it even across the vast years.

'Is this also one of your plans, Fuxi...'

Wei Yuan sighed inwardly.

At this time, the starlight had already collided with the Yin-Yang energy with a bang. The changes of the myriad phenomena stagnated, and a mysterious crack appeared, as if revealing the mysteries of all things. Wei Yuan nodded slightly to the Heavenly Emperor, then grabbed Fuxi and stepped into it.

In an instant, he had crossed the years and arrived in the past. The boundless years flowed around him, allowing him to clearly observe the immense power of time. Wei Yuan, after all, was a being born after the fact. Even if it wasn't the first time he had seen it, he was still somewhat amazed by the boundless and magnificent scene of time flowing. But Fuxi was bored, as if he was extremely familiar with this power and had grown tired of watching it.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years.

Time was like a river, suddenly reversing, surging and澎湃.

The time point marked by the Chang'an Sword was getting closer and closer.

"Hey, hey, nephew, I have something to tell you."

Fuxi suddenly said with a smile.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a terrifying killing intent. His expression didn't change, and the Qingping Sword in his palm suddenly unsheathed. Even in the process of time reversal and returning to the past, the sword light in his palm was still powerful, slashing horizontally, as if piercing through thousands of years. The Yin-Yang energy in Fuxi's palm flowed, steadily catching the sword.

Fuxi finally made his move.

And earlier than Wei Yuan and Dijun had expected.

It seemed that because he knew that his plan had been seen through by the Heavenly Emperor and Wei Yuan, or perhaps because Wei Yuan suddenly suggested separating the order of traversing the years, disrupting Fuxi's expectations, in short, he made a move in this time when he absolutely shouldn't, in a dangerous place where he could easily be swept into the time turbulence.

"Why don't you listen to your uncle?"

"If you had listened to me, you would have been fine, without any danger."

"Why don't you listen?"

The sword in Wei Yuan's palm buzzed slightly, parrying and blocking Fuxi's attack, and said casually:

"Listen?"

"Do you believe I'll get a haircut in the first month of the lunar year?"

Fuxi laughed loudly and raised his hand to attack.

The two began to fight in the sea of time.

At this time, fate finally woke up from its drunken stupor.

ps: Second update today...