Chapter 103 Museum

Wei Yuanjun and Zhang Xiaoyu were unusually quiet, not saying a word. Wei Yuanjun sat on a stool, holding the empty sword box in her arms, her feet dangling back and forth. Zhang Xiaoyu at least had some awareness, and勉强 asked, "Yuan'er, do you want something to eat?"

Wei Yuanjun shook her head, then lowered her head listlessly.

Her little feet dangled for a moment, then stopped listlessly.

Their conversation ended, and they fell into a long silence.

Wei Yuanjun hugged the sword box tightly. The usually cold box seemed to have a bit of warmth now. She murmured to herself, "Dad should bring Mom back, right..."

"He's so powerful."

Before Zhang Xiaoyu could answer, they suddenly heard a series of crisp bell sounds. The door of the museum opened, startling them both. They saw that the person who came in was a woman with a gentle face, dressed in light-colored clothing, with jade ornaments hanging from her waist. It was Jue. Wei Yuanjun's eyes lit up, and then she jumped up, saying, "Mom!"

"Mom, you're back!"

Wei Yuanjun smiled brightly, her eyes shining as she opened her arms to greet her, "He really didn't lie!"

"Huh? He?"

Jue was stunned.

Zhang Xiaoyu was very perceptive and noticed something was wrong. He hesitated and asked, "West Queen, when you came back, did you encounter any resistance?"

Jue frowned slightly and said, "There were enemies, but they weren't strong."

"Who are you talking about?"

The woman keenly noticed the change in the atmosphere here and sensed the aftermath of the battle.

She reached out and embraced both Zhang Xiaoyu and Wei Yuanjun, her clear eyes carrying a rare sharpness and a faint air of authority.

Then her gaze froze as she saw the sword box that Wei Yuanjun had placed on the table when she saw her. She saw that the sword box had been opened, the red rope had come undone, and the sword inside had disappeared. Her face stiffened, her eyes widened. At that moment, a series of bursts of light suddenly exploded outside, and the rain clouds that had been gathering seemed to finally be about to fall.

But the rain that fell was red blood.

Heavenly Blood Rain.

The ghosts and gods wept...

A powerhouse at the Dao Fruit realm had fallen.

...

At this moment, the Grand Venerable of the Turbid World, who was faintly making a gesture of using all his strength to attack the invading Pure World, in order to take this opportunity to restrain the Heavenly Emperor, also sensed something was wrong. He suddenly raised his head and saw that the Great Dao imprints entwined on the Turbid World suddenly released a burst of light. Then, among them, there was an extremely bright and brilliant imprint, as if burning everything with a scorching intent, that actually collapsed.

The Turbid World Grand Venerable's expression slowly solidified. After a long while, he came back to his senses and gritted his teeth, saying:

"What's going on?"

This sudden scene made him feel vaguely unacceptable, like a stick hitting him squarely on the forehead.

It was so painful.

He couldn't help but repeat:

"...How is that possible?"

"The Heavenly Emperor has already been restrained. How could the mere West Queen, who hasn't even advanced to the Dao Fruit realm, not be taken down and even be killed by her?! How could he die there? How is that possible? Even the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag is missing. Is he a piece of trash?"

"It's not like the Yuanshi Tianzun wielding the sword has been resurrected."

"How is that possible!"

The Grand Venerable tried to grasp the Heavenly secrets and sense what had happened, but for some reason, he could only see chaos.

It was as if the beginning and the end were intertwined, as if the past, present, and future timelines were all entangled together, a complete mess. He couldn't see the clues, the changes, or the progress. All that remained was a vast expanse of confusion.

In the world of Pure Qi, above the myriad phenomena of the stars, the Heavenly Emperor lowered his eyes and vaguely sensed something.

...

"Really, quite extraordinary."

"This commotion."

"That guy, he wouldn't just charge straight over here, would he?"

Great Wilderness, beneath Buzhou Mountain.

Kai Ming and Lu Wu, who had arrived here one step ahead of time, stood side by side. Kai Ming looked at the aura that was constantly rising and falling in the distance, and saw the powerful aura belonging to cultivators soaring in the high sky, causing drastic changes in the yuan qi. His expression changed faintly, unable to maintain his original tranquility.

He really couldn't laugh.

If someone else were in Wei Yuan's current situation of being surrounded by enemies, they would naturally be calm and rational, seeking to plan before acting. But that was Wei Yuan, and it didn't seem too outrageous for that guy to do anything. It wouldn't be impossible for him to fight against the many powerhouses of Pure Qi in this situation to achieve his goal.

But, since he already knew how he had died on the historical trajectory...

Hadn't the reason for coming to this future anchor point already been completed?

He had already found the node to "change the future trajectory." He only needed to unlock the anchor point to return to the past timeline, and then solve the three nodes one by one from that timeline. For example, gathering four swords before saving Hou Tu, or restoring Buzhou Mountain's cultivation method in advance, or warning Buzhou Mountain to be careful if he encountered news of his own death, and not to rush forward foolishly when he saw himself later.

Wouldn't that be enough?

Did he really have to fight here?

And Lu Wu turned around and looked at the tall and majestic original site of Buzhou Mountain.

The Buzhou Fuzi Mountain, which was originally in the Northwest Heavenly Realm, had collapsed and all fallen into the sea.

Now, only this broken Buzhou Mountain remained, standing alone here, still majestic and tall, but it no longer had the magnificent and grandiose scene of the early era when countless mountain gods came to visit and respectfully listen to the Dao. And the reason for all this was just that they had misplaced their trust in one person.

Kai Ming and Lu Wu looked at this first and most powerful mountain god of the mountain god lineage, and felt silent and complicated.

Kai Ming wanted to make a joke and reached out to touch the body of Buzhou Mountain, saying, "I didn't expect that when you were alive, old Buzhou Mountain, you were unparalleled in the world, but the reasons for your two serious injuries and even your fall were so lamentable. Heh... it's quite amusing."

The white-haired and white-clothed boy Lu Wu glanced at him calmly.

Kai Ming awkwardly touched his nose, unable to continue speaking.

The two of them looked at Buzhou Mountain with complex expressions.

Then they suddenly heard footsteps and a faint smell of blood. Kai Ming and Lu Wu turned around together and saw the expressionless black-haired Daoist standing behind them. He was covered in blood, and his aura was not as sharp and heavy as when he had left Kunlun Mountain. His left hand was empty, and his right hand was carrying a black cloth bag.

Wei Yuan nodded calmly to Lu Wu and Kai Ming as a greeting, and stood in front of Buzhou Mountain with the thing in his hand.

The towering mountain range, the pillar that supported the sky and the earth, even though a part of it was broken, was still extremely high, like a god, giving people an extremely powerful sense of oppression. However, standing in front of this peak, it was difficult to feel the majestic and surging spiritual energy, and there was no longer the illusion that this huge mountain would rise up in the next moment.

Wei Yuan sat down in front of Buzhou Mountain, took out a pot of wine, looked at this silent Buzhou Mountain, and remained silent for a long time. Then he said, "I saw from the cause and effect before that this fire god injured you during the confrontation, but you were really too careless at that time, Uncle. You even let a character like that injure you..."

"I came to see you."

"This wine is a gift. Speaking of which, although we have known each other for a long time, I have only cooked for you when we were together. Later, I didn't even have the ability to cook, let alone drink wine with you. I didn't expect that the first time I drink would be like this."

"You're really old, Uncle. I didn't even realize that it wasn't me at the time."

The black-haired swordsman took out two cups, put one in front of Buzhou Mountain, and then sat cross-legged in front of it, slowly pouring wine from the wine gourd with a sigh, murmuring, "Really, you should have slapped him to death, Uncle. Are you stupid?"

"Didn't you say that Buzhou Mountain's power was unparalleled in the world?"

"With one slap, you wouldn't have fallen asleep so stupidly, and you wouldn't have died in the hands of my impostor."

"Isn't this making me carry a great cause and effect?"

"How could a guy like you, who supported the sky and the earth, traveled through the six voids, and moved mountains and seas, die like this?"

Lu Wu stood silently not far away, watching the black-haired swordsman as if he was communicating face-to-face with a tall old man with white hair and beard, speaking peacefully and casually as if he was chatting. The smile on Kai Ming's face slowly disappeared. His ears twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look in the opposite direction of Buzhou Mountain.

Wei Yuan stood up and said, "I can't escape such a great cause and effect. I originally said that after figuring out why I would die and why you would have an accident, the purpose of coming to this future anchor point would be enough. Yes, originally."

He threw down the black cloth bag in his hand.

The cloth bag opened, and a head rolled out.

It was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair.

His red hair was like flames.

His eyes were wide open, as if he was roaring and had an expression that could only be had when he encountered something unbelievable and extremely surprised. Kai Ming's expression changed drastically and said, "This is the fire god of the Turbid World?! It's the opposite of Zhurong. He's a madman. You... just now..."

"Killed him."

Wei Yuan threw the head in front of Buzhou Mountain and said, "This is a gift for apprenticeship."

"When you passed on your cultivation method to me, you said you wouldn't accept disciples, but with such a great cause and effect, I don't have anything to say."

The Daoist raised his robe.

His left hand resting on the back of his right hand, he bowed deeply.

His expression was solemn: "Today, I will call you master."

"Once a teacher for a day, always a father for life."

"I will avenge you."

Even if it's just on this timeline.

"I will reverse this future."

At the moment when the Daoist bowed down, Kai Ming suddenly noticed something. He was slightly startled, and a purple-golden light appeared in his eyes. Then his pupils shrank, and he saw streams of light gathering down on the body of Buzhou Mountain, like stars falling like rain. Then, in front of Wei Yuan, it transformed into the blurred appearance of an old man, with white hair and beard, looking tall, as if he was wearing a coarse cloth Daoist robe, and received Wei Yuan's bow.

When Wei Yuan raised his head, he also saw the appearance of the old man.

His expression was slightly moved.

"Uncle, are you okay?!"

The voice of Old Man Buzhou Mountain was gentle, but everyone could hear the hint of exertion in it. Even his laughter was a bit weak, "How could I die? This old man was sleeping soundly when he suddenly smelled the aroma of wine, and then came out to take a look. I didn't expect you, kid, to actually bow down to me. Hahaha, not a loss, not a loss."

He suddenly laughed loudly, but ripples appeared on his body.

This was Buzhou Mountain's last trump card.

Everyone could see this. Lu Wu was silent, and Kai Ming didn't speak.

Kai Ming's expression suddenly changed. He sensed a change in aura, and suddenly raised his head to look in the opposite direction of Buzhou Mountain. There, crimson-golden light and cold waves had already appeared on the horizon. Even from a great distance, Kai Ming had already sensed that scorching feeling and the continuous waves of aura.

After defeating the powerhouses of the Pure World all the way, Wu Zhiqi, Yeming, Dayi, Jinwu, the final fluctuations naturally attracted the 'enemies'.

The Fire God Zhurong and the Water God Gonggong!

They were full of murderous intent!

Kai Ming couldn't help but shout, "Wei Yuan, what exactly did you do?!"

Wei Yuan's expression rippled again. His right hand clenched his five fingers, and the aura in the void changed. The Xuanhei Turbid World Flag reappeared.

However, after fighting all the way and because his own cultivation method was a second-hand product created by the Turbid World Grand Venerable, and also contained restrictions and controls from the Turbid World Grand Venerable, Wei Yuan was also injured after forcefully killing the Turbid World Fire God, and his cultivation method had been partially restricted due to fighting with the Turbid World powerhouses.

At this moment, the old man seemed to smile, and then suddenly reached out and pressed on the top of the Daoist's head.

Vast power flowed, and the last trump card of the Buzhou Mountain cultivation method, like the Yangtze River flowing eastward, surged into the Daoist's body in front of him, and then began to spread wildly, and the foundation of the Turbid World collided and merged.

Pure power!

A pure cultivation method that was most suitable for the sword Dao.

The old man's voice was rarely kind and gentle, "I'm going to sleep soon, perhaps a very, very long sleep, so let's meet again in the distant future, brat. Heh... what's with that expression? I just think that the sleeping time is so long, it would be a waste to leave the cultivation method with me. Why not lend it to you temporarily?"

The Daoist's eyes widened, and his eye sockets were faintly red. The Buzhou Mountain cultivation method and the Turbid World foundation cultivation method merged perfectly, the wooden hairpin shattered, and his black hair fell down. Finally, the light of Buzhou Mountain flowed away, and he withdrew his palm.

His body also slowly dissipated.

The old man smiled warmly, "There is always just one regret. I don't even know where the limit of the Buzhou cultivation method is. Kid, go and see. Don't lose to Gonggong this time."

"Just take it as me, as your master's only hope."

"Don't feel anything. I am Buzhou Mountain. My legend, like the heavens and the earth of this Pure World, is immortal..."

"I don't regret saving you back then."