Chapter 1 A Dream

The Great Master of the Turbid World had a dream.

A very strange dream.

Rather, the very fact that an existence of his level could dream was an oddity in itself. However, compared to the content of this dream, even him dreaming seemed like an acceptable matter. In this dream, he saw that he had indeed achieved his wish, laying down layers of schemes and even paying a considerable price, finally killing his greatest enemy!

The unbridled joy and ecstasy in his heart.

Even in the dream, it was incomparably clear and intense, so much so that he couldn't tell if it was a dream.

In the years that followed, he naturally commanded everything, unparalleled in his dominance, with both the Clear and Turbid Worlds under his control. The schemes he laid out swallowed Kunlun in the west, shattered Gui Xu in the east, and then engulfed the Four Seas, occupying the Great Wilderness. But just as his plans were being implemented, the Yuanshi Tianzun, who should have been dead, revived once more!

Charging all the way!

In the end, all that remained was that chilling sword.

The Great Master of the Turbid World was startled awake from his slumber, slowly opening his eyes.

He sat on his throne in the heart of the Turbid World, resting his head in his hand. As he opened his eyes, his heart was filled with bewilderment and uncertainty. This dream was filled with chaos and disorder, like a simple dream of a mortal thinking about something all day and dreaming about it at night. But he was a Great Master, so this would not be a simple dream. And that dream, which was extremely vague in many places.

Only one thing was extremely clear.

The sword light!

An incomparably sharp sword light!

The impression this sword light left on him was so profound that the Great Master almost subconsciously reached out and touched his brow. His hand came away cold and damp. He had broken out in a cold sweat during that brief nap. The Great Master of the Turbid World was silent for a long time, muttering to himself, "...A prophetic dream."

"This means that as long as I don't stop, as long as I continue with my original plan."

"You will take my life afterward, sever my Great Dao, and cut off my future?"

"Concealing everything of the future, but leaving only this one point."

He slowly rose, looking in the direction of the Clear World:

"Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Is this your threat? Or a provocation!"

The Core of the Turbid World sensed the awakening of the Great Master of the Turbid World, sensed his anger, and said slowly:

"Great Master, do you have any instructions?"

"The previous arrangements and plans have all been implemented. Houtu has been trapped in the formation. Should we set up an array to trap him like a turtle in a jar, waiting for Yuanshi Tianzun? This formation is not an ordinary one, but an unprecedented ancient array. Its mysteries are immeasurable and can be called a masterpiece. Even Fuxi would not be able to break it."

The Great Master of the Turbid World pressed his brow, and was about to act, but faintly felt a stinging pain between his eyebrows, and finally said, "...Let's hold off for now."

"No need to rush."

The Core of the Turbid World was surprised, not knowing why the Great Master had suddenly changed his mind, and couldn't help but persuade him, "Great Master, this plan has been prepared for a long time, and it is currently the only opportunity to control Yuanshi Tianzun, even to set up an inescapable net, seal the rules of the Great Dao, and then kill him. We can't give it up like this."

The annoyance in the Great Master's eyes grew stronger. The feeling of being threatened was already extremely clear. The other side had almost put the sword on his neck, no, it was already on his neck! But he couldn't tell anyone, couldn't mention it to anyone, couldn't say that the dignified Great Master of the Turbid World had died in the deepest part of the Turbid World at the hands of the Clear Qi duo.

This unspeakable state of mind, coupled with the sincere persuasion of the Core of the Turbid World, only made the anger in his heart even stronger. He said:

"I said."

"Stop!!!"

The expression on the Core of the Turbid World's face froze.

Then silence.

This extremely loyal Turbid World War God still bowed deeply, his voice silent, "As you command."

…………………

The flowing rosy clouds, the auspicious presentation of myriad colors.

Jia Yi in the Jade Void Palace on Buzhou Mountain was happily trimming the bushes planted on one side. Suddenly, he felt the flow of the wind. Even he, a non-human with little cultivation, felt this unusual phenomenon. Then, he raised his head and saw countless rays of light gathering above the sky, followed by cyan-purple lightning rolling and surging.

Layer upon layer, vast and endless.

Although thunder was frightening.

But this lightning was only magnificent and broad, and its color was extremely pure and grand, making people unconsciously sink into it.

Jia Yi couldn't help but say, "What a pity, what a pity."

"If only the master were here to see such beautiful scenery."

Then he heard a creaking sound from the room that had been closed for a long time, but which he cleaned every day. Then the door was gently pushed open, and a Daoist in a green robe, with white hair falling to his waist, stepped out in the pale golden morning light. The flowing light fell on his hair, and also fell in those black eyes, reflecting a transparent, gem-like light brown.

Jia Yi should have been overjoyed or surprised to ask the Daoist in front of him why he was here, when he had returned.

But at this moment, for some reason, he only felt calm in his heart.

It was as if this Daoist should have been here.

When he pushed the door open, it was even more natural, indescribable, but like flowers blooming, leaves falling, birds singing and cicadas chirping, it was the most natural thing in the world, the least worth mentioning, but also the most worth mentioning. The Daoist sat down at the stone table, and Jia Yi naturally went to heat water for tea.

Then he brought out the snacks he prepared every day.

He arranged the most beautiful and exquisite patterns on a plate that had been scalded clean with hot water.

Only then did he bring it to the Daoist.

Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the sky, seeing the layers of cyan-purple lightning. Cyan was like beautiful jade, representing the sky. And when the first patriarch of the Daoist sect came out of seclusion, there was a magnificent sight of purple qi coming three thousand miles from the east. The cyan-purple qi in front of him was unpredictable, but it also took the form of thunder. The sound of thunder spread throughout the nine heavens.

Prosperous flowers and cooking oil over a raging fire were not enough to describe such a scene.

Wei Yuan took a sip of the tea that Jia Yi had brewed.

Mm, it was still the same taste as before.

But the snacks weren't.

The snacks were better than before.

Heh, it seemed that he hadn't forgotten the words he had said to him back then. Mm, this pastry had a special ingredient from outside the South Sea, planted nine thousand miles under the deep sea. It was brought back by Houtu back then, and then she used her mystical powers to plant it in the pond, increasing the layers of flavor in the food. It was a pity that he was too serious and kneaded the dough too many times, which was overdone.

Wei Yuan subconsciously judged.

Then he paused, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand and clenched it. His cooking skills had really returned.

As expected, he was right. Things that existed as [physical objects] couldn't be brought back, but the comprehension of his self-anchor point could. However… this alone was not enough. Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, his five fingers slightly closed, and strands of golden karma gathered, and then corresponded to each other, directly locking onto the part of his [cooking fate] in this world.

Then he turned his wrist slightly.

He made a gesture of pulling it back.

And so the flowing light changed.

But it was as if nothing had happened.

The Daoist reached into his sleeve and took out something that Fuxi had given him before he left that future timeline. It contained Fuxi's thoughts on how to reverse the nodes of the future. It could be said to be very detailed, and as expected, it was mixed with various things like 'if you believe it, you will be brainwashed' and 'if you look at it, it will interfere with your brain cell circuits to help Fuxi see Nuwa'.

In the end, Wei Yuan closed the note.

Thunder and fire appeared in his five fingers, directly burning the post from the future into ashes.

Keeping this thing would probably become an anchor point for Fuxi in this era.

Wei Yuan had too much experience in restraining and countering Fuxi. As the saying goes, long-term illness makes a doctor. If he had been tricked by a guy for so long and didn't have any countermeasures, he would be a bit ashamed. Then, he swept his sleeves, letting the ashes of the post scatter around, and said, "There are a lot of things said, and the techniques to operate it are also very exquisite."

"But changing what the other side intends is even simpler than mine."

Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the cyan-purple thunder light that was surging and magnificent like the [Heavenly Tribulation] recorded in the human world's Daoist scriptures. He heard voices of shouting in his ears, and said, "Disperse." With just such a simple sentence, the magnificent cloud of qi that seemed to surround and envelop the entire world froze, and then naturally dissipated.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and looked at his palm.

He had lost the great power based on the Buzhou Mountain body and the Turbid World foundation that he had in the previous fate.

This made Wei Yuan feel a little unaccustomed for a while.

But it also added a sense of mystery.

The pure and ultimate power had dissipated. Precisely because he had once experienced the feeling of pushing everything horizontally with strength, when the strength dissipated, the body would feel empty. And precisely because of the illusion that the body was empty, he could better perceive the mystery of karma, perceive the depth of this power.

Always without desire, so as to observe its subtlety; always with desire, so as to observe its manifestations.

Wei Yuan was in a great mood.

Then he asked Jia Yi to clean up the things and stand beside him. Jia Yi never had any doubts or objections to the Daoist's instructions. He immediately stood up obediently, and Wei Yuan swept his sleeves, directly taking away the entire Jade Void Palace! Just now, the rolling and endless thunder clouds had already been amazing.

He didn't know how many cultivators and innate gods and demons had been attracted.

They watched the white-haired Daoist directly move the Jade Void Palace away!

They were all stunned and puzzled by this scene. Some people recognized the origin of the white-haired Daoist, but this not only didn't help them understand anything, but made them even more confused. Was he moving?

And the Daoist looked at the towering, silent, but still pregnant with powerful power and potential spirituality of the tall mountains in front of him. What he thought of was the one where he had sacrificed two heads and two cups of wine, and the last words of the old man, "I don't regret saving you."

Therefore.

I also don't regret giving up the Floating Li Jade Void Yuanshi Tianzun's foundation.

The white-haired Daoist suddenly said loudly: "Move the mountain!"

The most basic Five Ding Mountain Moving Technique of the Daoist sect.

The entire world seemed to shake several times!

The Buzhou Fuzi Mountain in the Northwest Heaven Realm shook violently, suddenly breaking free from the earth, and then flew towards the center of the Great Wilderness.

The Daoist supported the original position of Buzhou Mountain with one hand, and then there was a sound no less than the cyan-purple fortune thunder just now.

Buzhou Mountain, was lifted up.

Two extremely high mountains appeared together, and then were forcibly gathered together by the Daoist with karma. Buzhou Fuzi Mountain rose to an extremely high level and then moved flatly, as if supporting the sky, and then landed perfectly at the broken part of Buzhou Mountain. In an instant, the clear qi rose, the turbid qi sank, and the three thousand worlds and the infinite heavens and earth all trembled together.

Then all living beings suddenly discovered that the sky was getting higher and higher, and the earth was getting thicker and heavier.

After this day, Chongli lost his original responsibilities.

Zhu Jiuyin didn't have to support the Nine Netherworlds.

The pattern of the northwest sky tilting and the southeast land sinking began to change.

And a familiar name was added to the top ten peaks again.

ps: Today's second chapter…