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The Buzhou Mountain God looked at the young man before him with a face full of emotion.

How formidable are the younger generations! I am in decline!

Wei Yuan: “……”

Can you not look so emotional, even a little envious, during such a tragic event?

If you really want to, how about we trade?

"No, no, no, that won't do, won't do at all." The Buzhou Mountain God seemed to know what Wei Yuan was thinking, and shook his head repeatedly, saying:

"This old man just thinks you're really...you're really...what was it..."

The old man struggled for a long time before exclaiming, "You're really something."

"Then I want to ask you, little fox, what are your thoughts on becoming a mountain god of the Kunlun branch after hitting the head of the Queen Mother of the West?"

Wei Yuan: “……”

Has anyone ever told you, old man, that your words naturally carry a hint of fault-finding?

Are you trying to ruin my good mood?

Are you here to pick a fight? Right? Right?

The Buzhou Mountain God seemed to realize that his words were a bit harsh, and changed the subject with a dry laugh, saying, "However, although that brat Yeming has retreated, the road ahead for you is equally difficult. You're tasked with taking Chang Xi alone to see the Golden Crow."

"It's called an exchange, but in reality, it must be a series of dangerous places."

"Chang Xi's personality is to avoid unnecessary conflicts, but the Golden Crow Great Sun, even after experiencing the fratricide where his brothers died, and thoroughly reborn into a calm and collected being, is still inherently fiery and domineering."

Wei Yuan said slowly, "His current strength..."

The Buzhou Mountain God said, "Well, little one, you should know that there are other worlds beyond the Great Wilderness, right? And within these worlds born from rifts, there are also Great Suns shining. These Great Suns are probably all reflections of the current Golden Crow..."

Wei Yuan's expression slightly hardened.

The Buzhou Mountain God's eyes showed a hint of pity, and he sighed:

"Did it exceed your expectations?"

"Perhaps, you've misunderstood something, little fox."

"I heard you say before that your human world also has a sun. No, that can at most be called a Great Sun, a type of star. The word 'sun' is probably because you're too familiar with it, and you've equated it with the Great Sun."

"But, what does the word 'sun' in the Divine Era represent?"

"Tai represents the extreme, and Yang represents the Yin and Yang duality."

"The sun is not that star, but represents the most extreme Yang, representing the most violent force in the Yin and Yang."

The Buzhou Mountain God said, "Not to mention the simple level of power and the energy that can be unleashed, in terms of realm, perhaps the five-thousand-year-old him was the Great Sun, unrestrained, the son of the Heavenly Emperor, walking the Great Wilderness every day, drinking wine here, enjoying happiness there, only needing to walk the Great Wilderness once every ten days to fulfill his duty."

"Then, he experienced the great changes in the world, personally committing a great sin. His childhood friend angrily drew his sword and killed nine of his brothers, paying blood for blood. Originally filled with boundless hatred and pain, he saw his friend commit suicide in front of him and his father."

"Since then, his elder sister has confined herself to the Taiyin Star, never to appear again."

"His mother was confined by his father, forbidden from stepping into the Great Wilderness again."

"No revenge to be had, nowhere to rely on."

"And he needs to bear the responsibility for the sins of that year, compensating for the consequences of the ten suns crossing the sky with tens of millions of years of shining upon all things, never resting for a single day, and never being able to visit his mother and elder sister."

"Such an experience cannot be said to be painless, and as long as he has not been crushed by the torment of these years, he will inevitably be reborn. Now, his realm is sufficient to be called both Tai and Yang."

"In your human terms..."

"Perhaps he should be called the Supreme Nine Heavens Ultimate Yang Heavenly Lord?"

Wei Yuan: "!!!"

The old man said with emotion, "Don't make such an ugly face. In five thousand years, you yourself have gradually risen from a mortal to your current realm. Why would you think that your opponent is forever standing still? If that were the case, before..."

He paused, saying, "Forget it, forget it."

"It seems that the promised few meals are not to be had."

The Buzhou Mountain God flicked his sleeves and stood up. Seeing Wei Yuan's solemn expression, he reached out and tapped him on the head, laughing freely, "This old man has said that I will not interfere in the affairs of the human world and the Great Wilderness. Well, let me tell you one last thing. You might think, how should the human race fight against such a powerful opponent..."

"But, don't get stuck in a dead end."

"What the human world needs to fight against has never been the sun or the Great Sun. Just like in the past, in the struggles between the countries of your human world, the people didn't need to fight with the soldiers and generals on the front lines, and those who wielded swords didn't need to try cooking. Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals."

"The top gods should be left to the top human cultivators."

"Ordinary humans also have problems that ordinary humans should face, problems that only they can solve. If the human world wants to fight against the Great Wilderness, shouldn't that be the right path? Or are you saying, little fox, that you think strength is everything?"

The Buzhou Mountain God smiled and said, "But strength is not everything. The roaring tiger in the mountains and the weak bird flying in the sky are no different in the eyes of the world, just birth, old age, sickness, and death. But at the same time, there are things that tigers can do and things that birds can do."

"Therefore, the world can be colorful."

"I think that although I have slept for a long time, the vast five thousand years of the Yanhuang lineage should not only have swords, right? There should also be other interesting things, things worth leaving behind. That will be the battlefield for others, facing the years and bravely drawing their swords, exhausting their wisdom and courage, and passing on their will and culture."

"And the part facing the Great Wilderness is the battlefield for you warriors."

"The human race needs to compete and fight against the creatures of the Great Wilderness tribes as a whole."

"It is a competition of culture, country, spirit, energy, and spirit, a competition of everything."

"And not just strength."

"Your responsibility is to guard, but some people's responsibility and talent is to create, and some people's responsibility is to spread knowledge and value to future generations. You can say that without the sword, there would be none of these, but can you say that the sword, which represents guarding, is more important than the person who represents inheritance?"

The Buzhou Mountain God rubbed the top of Wei Yuan's head:

"Picking up the sword is for guarding, but don't put the cart before the horse."

"If everyone only knows strength, then where are the things you want to guard? Is the Yanhuang lineage with only weapons and strength, forgetting and losing everything else, still the Yanhuang lineage that you are willing to draw your sword for and risk your life for?"

Wei Yuan said, "But, perhaps one day such a tragic scene will appear."

The old man's expression became serious, and he said, "Then."

He said, "That is your dereliction of duty."

The Buzhou Mountain God stood up, looking at the vastness of the world in the distance, his white hair fluttering slightly. He was tall and wore ordinary cloth clothes, but he still had an awe-inspiring and magnificent aura. The old man sighed and suddenly whispered and sang:

"Oh, heavens, oh, heavens!"

"What is the purpose of the eight pillars? Why is the southeast deficient?"

"Where should the edges of the Nine Heavens be placed?"

"Who goes in and out of the gates of the four directions?"

"What qi flows through the northwest?"

"Buzhou, Buzhou!"

Why were the eight pillars born? Why did the southeast side collapse?

Where should the edges of the Nine Heavens be placed?

Who comes and goes through the gates of the four directions?

The old man put his right hand behind his back, his white hair slightly raised, and suddenly laughed freely, then sang loudly:

"What is the use of the eight pillars? I will be it now!"

"I will secure the Nine Heavens Universe with my own hands!"

"I alone go through the gates of the four directions!"

"I alone exist in the northwest!"

"Hahahaha, vast world, I return today! I return today!"

The white-haired old man suddenly laughed several times and took a step forward. In a trance, it seemed that the heavens and the earth trembled, and all the mountains roared.

Wei Yuan was even shaken back half a step. When he raised his head, the old man had already disappeared, but he could carry mountains and surpass the sea, his speed was untraceable, and his strength was immeasurable. Just like what he said, since there is no karma, then your fate and mine are exhausted.

Meeting is fate, sudden and unexpected, and parting is free and easy, leaving no regrets.

Wei Yuan raised his head and looked far into the northwest sky, seeming to see a tall mountain standing there.

It seemed that the old man was waving his hand.

Then, the clouds gathered and snow fell, and nothing more could be seen.

………………

The news of Da Yi being in their hands was widely spread.

A young man wearing golden clothes, whose eyebrows seemed to be even more magnificent and bright than the golden clothes, stood before the special place where Da Yi's soul was imprisoned. A golden flame mark between the young man's eyebrows made his temperament even brighter.

Behind him was a woman with a cold appearance and a detached temperament.

"It's rare to see you leave the Guanghan Palace of the Taiyin..."

The Golden Crow whispered, turning his eyes to look at his elder sister.

"Do you want to see him?"

"No need." Taiyin Heng'e's tone was cold and indifferent.

"Is that so." The Golden Crow remained noncommittal.

Heng'e raised her head and looked at the house locking up the number one War God of the human race throughout the ages, which was actually just an ordinary wooden house, covered with thatch, able to shield from wind, snow, and rain. This was the wedding room they had built with their own hands back then. Heng'e said, "Why, is this used to trap him..."

The Golden Crow said, "Throughout the ages, only this can trap him."

"At the age of twenty, he could shoot an arrow through the Great Wilderness, following the karma and shooting into the eaves of his parents' house, only three inches deep. You know his strength. Even the chains of Fangfeng Clan giants under the Water God Gonggong could not lock him, and even the shackles personally forged by Zhurong could not stop his steps."

The Golden Crow's tone sounded cold and ruthless:

"What can lock him are only memories and the past..."

Heng'e nodded.

The Golden Crow flicked his sleeves and said:

"I have something else to do. I won't keep you company."

He turned and left.

Heng'e quietly looked at the house that had been built brick by brick, like mortals, thinking of her past when she secretly came out of the Taiyin Star. She stretched out her finger and touched the wooden door of the house. With just a little force, the door would be opened, and she could walk in, just like every time in the past, but she finally retracted her hand.

Heng'e leaned against an ancient wall and sat down, burying her head in her knees, her forehead gently touching her knees.

In the house, Da Yi's soul, which was locked up, was originally calmly closing his eyes, but suddenly opened his eyes.

Astonishment, complexity, and nostalgia appeared in his eyes. He subconsciously raised his hand to get up, but all that came was the whistling of chains.

Da Yi opened his mouth.

He closed his eyes in pain.

Separated by a wall, Taiyin Heng'e sat hugging her knees, and Da Yi could only lean against the wall.

They could not meet in this life.

The Golden Crow fled away, instantly appearing in the extremely distant place. He looked back and saw his elder sister, as well as the house that he had painstakingly preserved, where he used to visit. He pursed his lips, his tone still cold and indifferent: "All living beings within a hundred miles of this place, evacuate."

"No one... is allowed to disturb this place."

"...Yes."

The other gods and creatures responded and all evacuated.

The Golden Crow stared deeply at that scene, then turned his head and instantly disappeared into the distance.

Here, only Da Yi and Heng'e were left.

Quiet is good.

……………………

Two days later, in this vicinity, the strongmen of many tribes in the Great Wilderness gathered. Most of them were here with the idea of avenging their friends and relatives, and their baleful aura was overwhelming. Even though the Golden Crow sat at the highest level, because he did not speak to suppress them, such sounds still existed and gathered together.

However, most of them did not think that the human would come.

"This time is different from the last time."

"Last time, he took advantage of us with a calculated move and caught us off guard. That human took the lead. But this time, it's like catching a turtle in a jar, setting up a formation for him to come. Moreover, last time he could only survive with Da Yi's help. This time, even Da Yi has been defeated."

"That's right."

"Exactly."

"What's more, have you all thought of another point? That madman kidnapped the Emperor's Consort, and now all the nodes leaving the Great Wilderness are heavily guarded. His only chance of survival is to rely on the Emperor's Consort to pass through these places and leave the Great Wilderness."

"And if he exchanges Da Yi, then even if he leaves this place alive."

"He will never be able to leave the Great Wilderness alive."

"Ah, I see."

"Indeed!"

A god holding a sword nodded repeatedly, listening to the analysis of the young man next to him, feeling that what the other party said was reasonable and in line with all logic and common sense. The noisy sounds were always there. If that person came, wouldn't he be a fool? How could there be such a fool in the world?

Suddenly, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong and subconsciously turned his head to look at the place that made him feel strange.

It seemed that some kind of black mist was pressing down, and a kind of deathly silence and oppression, like a spreading beast, spread rapidly. This atmosphere almost suppressed the noise, and made the silence and death spread rapidly like invisible evil beasts. Even the momentum of so many gods gathered together seemed to be suppressed, as if being slashed open by a sword.

Soon, the whole place quieted down, and all eyes turned to one place.

The sound of footsteps slowly approached.

A young man appeared in front, bringing Chang Xi.

For a moment, the god who had just spoken opened his mouth, feeling a touched sensation for some reason, stunned and lost in thought, unable to speak.

He really came...

Some choices transcend interests.

Some things transcend life and death.

Such lonely courage moved even the gods.

Wei Yuan took half a step back, let Chang Xi go forward, raised his eyes to look at the Golden Crow who had already attained the titles of Tai and Yang:

"Where is Da Yi?"

ps: Today's first update...