The Xiwangmu chariot that Jue used to come was entirely provided by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady. Of course, there's no need to mention the grandeur. The Xiwangmu of that year was not fond of such things. With the Five厉 and Five残 of Heaven in her hands, she traversed the Three Realms, and didn't need any external objects at all.

　　Jue drove the Xiwangmu chariot, with Wei Yuan, who had forcibly fought Di Jun head-on, sitting beside her.

　　Looking at the world of the Great Wilderness, the girl turned her head and saw him staring blankly at the land of the Great Wilderness. The black hair at his temples fluttered slightly, but he didn't know when it had become mixed with white, somewhat similar to Ye Ming. She didn't know if it was due to the depletion of essence, qi, and spirit caused by several battles, or the influence of treasures like the Lunar Moon Dew.

　　I wonder how Bai Qi and the others are doing now.

　　Speaking of which, it seems that Bai Qi, Guan Erye, Zhang Liao, and the others all have different brocade sacks and arrangements.

　　Ah Liang didn't even give me a brocade sack.

　　Wei Yuan's mind was in a mess.

　　He seemed to be able to hear the expressionless young strategist asking himself: If I gave you a brocade sack, would you listen?

　　Of course…

　　No.

　　Wei Yuan mocked himself. So even this was within your expectations, Ah Liang.

　　The Xiwangmu chariot. The gods of the Great Wilderness clearly discovered it, but seemed to have received orders not to stop it. In the quiet night sky, time seemed to slow down. In the distance, they saw a battlefield, with water vapor permeating the air. This was the northern region of the Great Wilderness, covered in white snow all year round.

　　Amidst the white snow, traces of war could be seen everywhere.

　　It was as if someone had lifted a heavy weapon and smashed it on the ground in an extremely violent manner. The ground was deformed and twisted everywhere, full of cracks. On this shocking battlefield, a white-haired youth sat cross-legged, with a long staff stuck beside him, in which water seemed to flow.

　　The young man's white hair was not too long, tied into a small ponytail behind his head, only the length of his palm.

　　Golden eyes, white hair, blood-stained sleeves.

　　Holding wine in one hand, he looked like a peerless master, desolate and calm.

　　Well, the temperament is perfect.

　　It would be better if it wasn't Coca-Cola in his hand.

　　That glass of Coca-Cola directly shattered the atmosphere of this master's loneliness.

　　Wei Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

　　Imagine a top expert sweeping away the enemy, breaking through the blockade of 30,000 troops with a single spear, and after the victory, his clothes are stained with blood, weapons are scattered all over the ground, and then he drinks to the moon, which is originally a very meaningful thing, but if this expert pulls out a bottle of iced Coca-Cola from his pocket.

　　Then he gives a thumbs up and shows a hearty smile, saying, "Icy cold, soaring heart!"

　　Yay!

　　You would only think, is this a domestic Chinese advertisement?

　　Wei Yuan landed. Wuzhiqi glanced at him, and confirmed that although his aura had some fluctuations, his own foundation was becoming more and more magnificent and broad, even stronger than before the Great Wilderness. Originally, it was somewhat mixed, but now he had melted all those inherently strong foundations into one.

　　"...Not bad."

　　Wuzhiqi said in surprise, "A bit stronger."

　　Probably if he smashed a can on him now, he would be remembered for 50,000 years.

　　If the potter at this time gave himself a can.

　t be a bruised nose and swollen face.

　　But he would be knocked down on the spot, seeing stars, and be knocked down by this kid with a pottery can.

　　Wei Yuan said, "Why aren't you playing games?"

　　"No internet." Wuzhiqi, who was pondering some questions, blurted out.

　　Actually, it's because playing games cross-legged isn't cool enough.

　　And if the Great Wilderness was given a carbine and not solved, wouldn't he lose face in front of this potter?

　　This is unbearable.

　　Then his voice paused, and he said, "Since you're back, then leave quickly. Although the Great Wilderness is big, it doesn't even have a base station. It's impossible to play a game." The Jun of Huai River was quite disgusted with this point.

　　Wei Yuan nodded, and looked at this vast Great Wilderness, and said, "I have one last thing to do."

　　He took out tables and chairs from the Qiankun sleeve of Yaochi, and directly put them together. Wuzhiqi curiously watched what he was doing, and then Wei Yuan actually took out cooking utensils, and then started preparing food here. Wuzhiqi found it strange, but didn't bother him, but put away the Coca-Cola and the game console he had taken out.

　　Wuzhiqi picked up the long staff in his hand, stood in front, to prevent danger.

　　Wei Yuan didn't prepare much food, but he still filled a table, with specialty snacks from all over Shenzhou, as if he was going to entertain friends who had traveled far away. He formed a Daoist hand seal, and whispered in his mouth: "Cold sweet dew to eat, Dharma taste immeasurable, Qianhe flows with seven treasures, what is the obstacle, receive this Dharma food..."

　　He took out a lamp, which was the method Zhujiu Yin told him, cast with the fire of the Golden Crow, the power of the mountain god, and the fireworks of the human world, and placed it on the table. The dim light illuminated a piece of darkness. Wei Yuan quietly looked forward, expecting to see the heroic souls who came to the Great Wilderness with the determination to die, but died in battle here, and their souls were scattered.

　　After all, they can't come back.

　　He waited until the moonlight gradually dimmed.

　　Wei Yuan cupped his hands, bowed deeply, and then stepped back. The lamp was placed on the table.

　　"Aren't you taking it back?"

　　Wuzhiqi said, "It's still a treasure."

　　"No."

　　Wei Yuan replied, "The value of a lamp lies in illuminating the way home. If it stays here, it can illuminate, even if it only illuminates for a moment, that's enough..."

　　He turned his head and looked at this vast Great Wilderness. Outside the East Sea, the Guixu Great Ravine, which can devour the water of the heavens and the seas, but the water level will not increase by a trace, is still flowing quietly.

　　The Buzhou Mountain God walked away from the distant distance.

　　Under the stars and myriad phenomena, the Emperor in black and gold script leaned against the tree, his eyes slightly lowered, holding a jade flute. The jade flute was faint, the moonlight fell on his body, a piece of jade butterfly landed on his shoulder, quiet and distant, white temples, and Ye Ming with black hair hanging down to his waist stood quietly on the side.

　　"Recently, many things have happened in the Great Wilderness."

　　A soft voice whispered.

　　In the wilderness of the Great Wilderness, ten beautiful women with similar appearances, but different temperaments coexist.

　　Among them, a woman named Zhaoyang whispered with a smile, turned her head, the white-clothed girl protected by the Ten Gods of Nuwa, was now more mature than when she had appeared in the world before, and was protected by the Ten Gods of Nuwa, walking in the Great Wilderness.

　　Under the Zhongshan Mountain, on the banks of the Chishui River, the blue-clothed woman twisted the black hair on her temples with her fingers, and raised her eyes to look at the sky.

　　In the sky, twelve Taiyin hung in the air.

　　The trip to the Great Wilderness, although short, although it didn't go deep into these secrets.

　　But it was already magnificent.

　　Wei Yuan finally waved heavily at the lamp: "Let's go!"

　　He seemed to be expecting some response, but there was no miracle. In the end, he sighed. He, who was already seriously injured, was still protected by Wuzhiqi and Jue into the cracks of the human world. In the end, on this battlefield, only a table of Shenzhou food was left.

　　There is also a guiding lamp that gathers the concepts of heaven, earth, and people.

　　It is clearly a treasure, but it is abandoned.

　　The light can only illuminate a little bit of the road. Finally, even the flame inside gradually disappeared and was about to go out completely. At this time, footsteps came from a distance. A young man in short clothes supported an injured Taoist next to him, staggering forward.

　　"Daoist, don't worry, ahead, I saw light ahead!"

　　He raised his head, the starlight and moonlight around him were bright, but he only saw a faint lamp in front of him.

　　In a trance, he seemed to see a familiar courtyard, a familiar street, and became excited and said, "Look, that's my hometown, I told you about it, right, Daoist, the red oil wontons in my hometown are very fragrant, I didn't expect to see home again, let's go home!"

　　He grinned, his face full of smiles, and supported the Taoist who couldn't speak to the side of the lamp.

　　In front of him, he saw the courtyard of his hometown, the lights of his hometown, and seemed to see the familiar old man in his memory who had been making red oil wontons for thirty years. He supported the Taoist who couldn't speak and sat down, and then shouted loudly: "Old man, two bowls of wontons!"

　　"Okay."

　　The young man smiled and couldn't stop talking:

　　"It's been so many years, your stall is still bright, amazing!"

　　"How are the children at home?"

　　"Does the tree in the backyard still not bloom?"

　　"Oh, I'm exaggerating with you, I haven't seen you for a long time."

　　"Put more chili in the wontons, it's very comfortable!"

　　The old man in his memory didn't speak, brought two bowls of wontons, and placed them on the table. The Taoist who seemed to be from Longhu Mountain widened his eyes, but muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face: "Longhu Mountain...I'm back? Home...the jujube flavor on Longhu Mountain..."

　　"Senior brother..."

　　The young man lowered his head and ate the wontons.

　　He devoured them greedily.

　　He seemed to hear a voice asking: "Are you going out again this time?"

　　"I'm not going out!"

　　"I left Sichuan when I was young, and I should go home in this lifetime."

　　The Longhu Taoist murmured: "...Senior brother, I'm back."

　　"I'm back..."

　　The wind blew, and the lights were faint.

　　With a soft snap, the chopsticks fell on the snow.

　　Empty and non-existent, died in the wilderness, covered with knife and sword marks, soul scattered, heaven and earth do not exist.

　　However, take a wisp of heart fire as a lamp.

　　Perhaps, it can still illuminate an inch of the way home.

　　……………………

　　In the chaotic era, Di Jun left the customs, and the Twelve Yuanchen reappeared in the world.

　　The fateful battle between Jinwu and Dayi.

　　The Buzhou Mountain God reappeared in the world, as if everything had returned to the legendary era of the past, and in this era, everyone's eyes were focused on the gods, and the mortal kingdoms were gradually ignored.

　　East of the Great Wilderness, there is the country of Gaiyu.

　　This month, the snowfall was extremely heavy. There was nothing unusual in the entire capital. After all, this is a country among the countries of the Great Wilderness. Various formations have been popularized. The generals at the passes have completed the formation standards very strictly, using thirteen formations to detect, and there are no transcendental traces, and no supernatural omens.

　　"Then it's okay."

　　The general said: "By the way, has there been anything unusual at the border recently?"

　　"The border, no, oh, right, I also heard, haha, the chickens and ducks raised by the people along the way are too noisy, and they call out in the middle of the night." The soldier laughed loudly.

　　"Oh, the sounds of domestic animals and wild beasts are too loud..."

　　The general's expression suddenly froze.

　　He subconsciously turned his head.

　　The bright moon shone in the sky. He saw a pair of quiet eyes, standing not far away. Then he raised his hand, and the soldiers behind him lifted the black oilcloth covering their bodies. The black armor on their bodies was swallowed by the night, only the pairs of eyes were quiet, like battle-hardened soldiers from a mysterious place.

　　The general's pupils shrank, and he shouted: "Enemy..."

　　The sound of arrows breaking through the air overwhelmed his voice.

　　Seven thousand iron-clad Xuanjia soldiers pierced through and entered the capital on a snowy night.

　　The next day.

　　This country was renamed——

　　Qin.

　　ps: The second update today………