The memories of the past, like a reflection of the sky in the water, gradually resurfaced after the ripples caused by pebbles thrown into the water. Past experiences and memories paled Ah Zhao's complexion slightly, but her eyes remained calm. She said:

"This... Guan Master Wei Yuan, why did your hair suddenly turn white?"

"Just experienced some things."

Wei Yuan's tone was calm.

"Miss Chen Zhao, how have you been lately? I have some things I'd like to ask."

"This is rather unfortunate."

The cheerfulness of the girl Ah Zhao gradually receded from Wu Zhao's eyes, but this change was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. She said, "I just got these flowers from Sister Jue and was startled by Guan Master Wei, and now they're broken. I'll have to apologize to Sister Jue first."

"And then clean up this roadside mess."

"Otherwise, the auntie next door will complain later."

She very naturally diverted the topic, and gave a perfectly reasonable and undeniable reason. She pointed to the broken flowerpot on the ground, "Besides, it's not good to accidentally hurt someone. Is Guan Master Wei going out?"

"If you have anything to discuss, why don't we talk about it in detail when you return?"

Wei Yuan gazed at Wu Zhao, slowly nodded, and said, "Then, I hope to have a good chat with Miss Chen Zhao in the afternoon." The white-haired Sword Immortal turned and walked away without any reluctance. The girl, still gentle in appearance, opened her eyes.

The childishness, warmth, and purity that belonged to the girl Ah Zhao rapidly dissipated from her eyes.

Replaced by the profound depths that had once chilled the hearts of countless heroes.

Memory shaped personality. When memory was missing, she could be insecure and even gradually integrate into the old street, like that sixteen-year-old girl. But after the return of memory, she could only be the ruthless empress who left no room for maneuver for either herself or others.

Back in the house, as she swept up the debris,

she knew that what followed might be a direct showdown and confrontation.

A tarot card suddenly came to mind.

The Emperor, upright.

That is your end.

The answer—

Supreme power, and,

absolute spiritual solitude.

...

Wei Yuan went out because he indeed had other important matters to attend to. Since he had already greeted Old Celestial Master, he went to the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion without any hesitation or psychological burden.

Celestial Master's Mansion, the back mountain, Lotus Pond.

Old Daoist was stunned.

Little A Xuan was stunned.

A pond full of lotuses, perhaps because of the gradual recovery of spiritual energy, which was further enhanced. Even in this early spring season, the lotus pond was in full bloom. Stone tables, stone chairs, and a white-haired figure in green robes, propping his chin with one hand, tapping the stone table with a chess piece in his fingers, with a lazy demeanor.

But his temperament was aloof.

Handsome!

The black cat-like creature was coiled in his arms.

Little Yu'er stretched out her fingers to braid the youth's white hair.

He didn't seem to mind, just lazily tapping the chessboard. He was truly an unparalleled guest in the world, a banished immortal from the celestial realm. Some passing female cultivators of the Daoist sect lost their composure, stumbled, and let out a soft cry, their faces flushed with embarrassment. The old Daoist stiffly averted his gaze.

Looking at the Sword Saint in front, who was propping his chin with one hand, tapping a chess piece, and having a tender Daoist child braiding his hair, even though this guy was clearly giving off a cold and abstinent Daoist Sword Saint vibe, the old Daoist could clearly see nine fox tails swishing behind the bastard like a dog's tail.

You're secretly gloating, aren't you?

You're definitely secretly gloating, aren't you?!

So smug that you don't even want your face anymore.

Hearing the sound of another female disciple bumping into a tree again,

the old Celestial Master's forehead veins bulged, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Amitabha, you damned fox spirit, are you here to cause trouble?!"

"Are you here to ruin the Dao hearts of my Longhu Mountain disciples?!"

"No, no, no, I, ahem, this humble one is a pure-blooded Yan Huang descendant."

"What are you doing at my Longhu Mountain?!"

Old Celestial Master sneered: "You've been striking that pose for an entire incense stick."

Guan Master Wei Yuan said in surprise:

"Oh? How did Daoist Zhang know that my white hair is smooth, not frizzy, and particularly lustrous?"

Zhang Ruosu, who also had a full head of white hair: "..."

"You're just here to pick a fight, aren't you, you fox spirit?!"

A moment later, the old Celestial Master angrily slammed the table and stood up, pretending to draw his sword and chop down the white-haired fox spirit in front of him. A Xuan and Zhao Gongming on either side hurriedly grabbed him, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads: "Brother, brother, calm down."

"Celestial Master, you mustn't, Celestial Master, you mustn't!"

In the end, Little Yu'er and Feng Siyu braided Wei Yuan's white hair. His hair was now streaked with black and white, the white hair braided into braids, and then styled into an updo, with white hair mixed in at the temples, making the ancient remoteness of his five-thousand-year reincarnation even more pronounced. Wei Yuan picked up his tea, and the old Celestial Master, who was gnashing his teeth at him, said:

"So, you came to Longhu Mountain just to show off?"

"Not exactly."

Wei Yuan's expression became solemn, and he said: "I do have a few things. First, I hope to get some treasures from Longhu Mountain that nourish the soul..."

"Secondly, Longhu Mountain has long occupied the position of leader of the Daoist sect, and should know many cultivator sects skilled in casting and refining swords... I may need your help to try to recast a sword." He took out the Chang'an Sword, which had melted and fused after several battles, from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

The old Daoist's forehead twitched. He reached out and touched the Chang'an Sword, which was more like a mass of chaotic iron than a sword. He felt a burning sensation rising along his fingertips, even in this cool place on the mountain. The old Daoist, whose mastery of thunder techniques was unparalleled throughout the ages, gasped in cold air.

"What did you do? How many times has your sword been tempered?"

"How did it become like this?"

"The matter is a long story."

"Then make it short."

Wei Yuan glanced at Zhao Gongming, who was transformed from the golden crow's good thoughts, and said, "Roughly speaking, I fought the last golden crow of the Great Wilderness twice. The first time, it was melted, and the second time, it fell into the thunder and fire of the Great Wilderness, and finally it became like this."

God of Wealth Zhao's forehead twitched.

Wei Yuan acted like lightning, holding down the God of Wealth's right eyelid, causing his left eye to twitch.

Well, left eye twitching for wealth, right eye twitching for disaster.

That's fine.

The hall master Wei, who had gone to the Great Wilderness and ended up working for nothing, muttered to himself, and very piously said, "God of Wealth, take care." The old Daoist next to him gave a few bitter smiles and said: "Forget it, I'm not surprised anymore. Perhaps because there are too many similar things, I actually think it's only natural that you would do such a thing."

"If you didn't come up with anything after going to the Great Wilderness, it would be abnormal."

The old man was free and easy, and then joked humorously: "To be honest, if you hadn't kidnapped the Emperor's consort, this old Daoist would have thought your skills had regressed, hahaha..." The old Daoist stroked his beard and laughed, and the golden crow Zhao Gongming also helplessly laughed along.

As they laughed, the two of them noticed that the white-haired hall master Wei opposite them was not laughing.

Not only was he not laughing, but he also had an expression of surprise and admiration.

So the two of them slowly stopped laughing.

"Ha, haha... Ha, you shouldn't, couldn't possibly..."

The white hair at the old Daoist's temples was damp.

Wei Yuan exclaimed in admiration: "As expected of the number one Celestial Master in thousands of years."

"Would you like to think about why I would fight with the golden crow?"

Zhang Ruosu: "..."

"Kidnapped the Emperor's consort, fought with the golden crow, so you fought with that Emperor this time as well?"

"If there's anything else, say it all, this old Daoist can handle it."

Wei Yuan said: "As expected of you, actually, there's not much, that is, Da Yi has really turned death into life, and, the most important thing..." He looked at Zhao Gongming, then the smile on his face disappeared, and he said: "The reason why ten suns appeared in the sky in the past, and Da Yi shot down nine suns."

"There is a being suspected to be Fuxi using this to play chess with Di Jun."

As soon as the sentence fell, the old Celestial Master, who was basically used to the shock, suddenly stood up, his expression almost instantly solemn, while Zhao Gongming's expression was slightly condensed, and he was dazed for a while. Zhang Ruosu glanced at the Longhu Mountain guardian god general, and said: "Fuxi... the innate Bagua, Di Jun, the Great Wilderness Heavenly Emperor..."

Wei Yuan added: "Perhaps, you would be more familiar with it if you used Donghuang Taiyi instead."

The expression on Zhang Ruosu's face changed several times, and finally he sat down, his face calm, but even more dignified than before with a bit of laughter, and finally he smiled bitterly and sighed: "This time, you really brought a message that is enough to stir up the three realms and the human world."

"This matter already exists, it's a good thing that I discovered it in advance."

Wei Yuan disagreed and retorted.

The Daoist nodded and sighed: "That's true..."

Wei Yuan looked at Zhao Gongming, and said: "However, God of Wealth, do you still remember what happened when you were the golden crow? For example, why did you ten suns appear in the sky back then? I met Chang Xi, and found that she doesn't seem to be purely a spoiled and unreasonable character. Di Jun is not that tyrannical either. Xi He shouldn't have made the ten suns appear in the sky for no reason."

Zhao Gongming's expression changed, as if he was recalling, and he murmured: "Xi He, no, Mother..."

"She, she is... someone told her that there will be..."

"She is because of that person, that person is..."

Zhao Gongming groaned, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold his forehead, his face twisted in pain. The memories that had emerged layer by layer dissipated and ceased to exist. Zhang Ruosu sighed, his body swayed, and he appeared behind Zhao Gongming, pointing with two fingers. A vast amount of mana emerged, forcibly stabilizing the spirit of this god general.

Zhao Gongming's expression eased, his true spirit was fixed by the Daoist's soul-stabilizing spell, and then he fell asleep.

"No need to ask anymore."

The old Daoist sent the Zhengyi Xuantan Marshal back to his residence, and said: "His spirit has been severely injured. The special nature of the sun-shooting arrow will directly damage the true spirit. Therefore, with the remaining goodness of the nine golden crow birds, they gathered into him alone. Let him slowly recall, this matter cannot be rushed..."

Wei Yuan nodded, and then whispered: "The sun-shooting arrow was given to Da Yi by Fuxi."

Zhang Ruosu was slightly stunned, and then only smiled bitterly.

This matter is getting more and more troublesome.

Wei Yuan looked at the unconscious Zhao Gongming, and said: "However, Daoist Zhang, your strength is much stronger than I imagined..." Zhang Ruosu didn't care and said: "It's not my Taoism, but the Heavenly Palace Talisman Array jointly built by countless true cultivators over the past two thousand years is stronger..."

He stretched out his hand and sighed complexly: "In the past, borrowing and mobilizing this power would cause damage and require a complicated process, but now, these are gone. And in addition, the spiritual energy on the land of Shenzhou is also rising rapidly, and the probability of geniuses appearing in a hundred years is almost ten times that of the past."

"This is..."

Wei Yuan reacted.

Zhang Ruosu said: "So, the land under our feet is trying its best to help us get through this great calamity. By the way, even if you didn't come, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?"

"Wei Yuan, do you feel anything different about this world?"

Wei Yuan frowned and thought, and then said: "Gonggong's recovery speed is too fast."

"He was split in the nine provinces, lost control of the four seas and countless water systems in the Age of Gods, and his strength will inevitably decline significantly. If he wants to recover, he should gather the water veins of the nine provinces, but the water veins of the nine provinces have already been gathered by Ehuang Nvying one step ahead."

"According to common sense, Gonggong's strength cannot recover so quickly."

"But on the day I came back, I saw aquatic demons appearing on the river surface, which is not in line with common sense..."

Zhang Ruosu stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, and said: "This is what I want to tell you."

"We have underestimated the water god Gonggong..."

"Both in terms of strength and the intensity of his personality."

"Back then, the method used by King Yu to split his strength was to cut off many water veins, divide the waters and rule them, and then gather the power to defeat and seal him. How could he do similar things this time? Ordinary people know to learn from their mistakes, and students in Shenzhou will have error correction books."

"As the water god, one of the basic elements of all things in heaven and earth, how could he fall into the same pit?"

Wei Yuan finally reacted.

He realized that he had still miscalculated one point, and miscalculated Gonggong's personality.

The old man sighed: "The power of the water system in the human world is not unique to Shenzhou."

Seemingly by coincidence, just as the old man said this sentence, a rumbling sound of thunder suddenly came from the horizon, and vast water vapor rose madly, making the sky and earth even more blue. Wei Yuan stepped up and looked out from here, seeing the East China Sea coast, or rather, the Shenzhou coast, where the water level instantly rose by hundreds of meters.

Figures emerged one after another, all surrounded by vast water vapor, possessing the aura of divine power from the Age of Gods, either holding weapons or followed by a large army, their momentum was extremely majestic, and they were ready to flood Shenzhou with water. The atmosphere was terrifying, almost replaying the doomsday flood. Wei Yuan said:

"Gonggong has recovered?!"

Zhang Ruosu replied: "Yes, and no. The formation still exists, and is still operating."

"These are the many river gods and sea gods of all the other divine systems in the human world."

"During the time you were away, Gonggong simultaneously challenged all the sea gods and water gods in the world. Of course, the statement of challenge is just my explanation to you, but the reason why all the water gods appeared to fight is because, seven days ago, he personally killed Poseidon, the sea god of the Western Regions, above the East China Sea."

Wei Yuan: "How much strength has he recovered..."

"Not much."

"From the seal, he has recovered at most the combat power of one hand."

Zhang Ruosu replied: "As for why he challenged all the divine systems in the world with his current combat power with one hand,"

"It's probably because he is Gonggong after all."

"The water god Gonggong."

PS: Today's second update...