Chapter 1 When He Opened His Eyes

When Wei Yuan opened his eyes, the sword cry he had sensed in the dark had gradually faded away, and then disappeared completely. In front of him, a huge dragon-like beast, with scales hundreds of meters long, slowly lowered its head, its cold vertical pupils staring at Wei Yuan.

Its body was filled with a powerful killing aura, alarming countless beasts and birds.

The vast mountains and grasslands where it was located became deathly still and quiet, and it was clearly the overlord of the strange beasts in this area.

Having discovered the person in front of it, it initially intended to swallow him whole. However, the severely injured man raised his eyes and merely glanced at it. In that instant, the giant beast's body stiffened on the spot, its eyes filled with terror, its whole body trembling, but due to this fear, it didn't even dare to run away.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes slightly, sensing the injuries on his body.

He slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

His injuries were not light.

It could even be said that his injuries were very serious. In the end, Fuxi directly detonated the Dao fruit of the Turbid World Fire God Huozhuo. That was the Dao fruit most adept at attacking and killing, and it was used with such a ruthless and decisive method that left no room for retreat. Wei Yuan was caught off guard and took the brunt of the attack on his back, ultimately suffering a considerable injury.

However, at that moment, Wei Yuan did not choose to defend.

Instead, after being ambushed, he instinctively launched a counterattack with his sword towards Fuxi.

As a result, the two of them fell into the vortex of time together.

Wei Yuan could still recall the astonishment on Fuxi's face at that time.

It seemed that he had not expected Wei Yuan to be able to strike such a fierce blow even under such circumstances.

That strike was enough to temporarily cause Fuxi's strength to decline significantly, but it could not completely ensure anything. After all, he was the Primordial Serpent, and who knew if he had some unknown means of recovery that could restore a certain level of combat ability in a short period of time.

The top priority now was to recover his own injuries. dafengxsw.com

And to figure out which era he had fallen into. If he remembered correctly, he had landed in a period earlier than Fuxi. Fuxi's time was later. Also, what exactly was the sound of the sword cry he had just sensed…

Wei Yuan pressed his fingers against his brow, and his own injuries slowly recovered.

Even the terrifying injuries caused by the bursting of Huozhuo's Dao fruit,

For him, as long as the concept of his own existence had not been affected, no matter how terrifying the injury, it could still be recovered under the effects of the two Daos of Karma and Yin-Yang. Conventional methods were completely unable to produce fatal attacks and effects on him.

Just as Wei Yuan was healing, he faintly heard the sound of a sword cry again.

The sword cry was melodious, majestic, and carried a sense of vastness and depth.

Just by hearing it, one could tell that it was definitely a top-tier powerful divine weapon, a first-rate sword. Wei Yuan raised his eyes, lost in thought—as the Sword Master of Chang'an, he could tell just by the sound that this sword was not the Chang'an Sword. Even if the Chang'an Sword had been tampered with by Fuxi, even if there were traces of a Dao fruit in the Chang'an Sword, a wisp of true spirit of a Turbid World Great Lord, which caused certain changes in the very foundation of the sword, it was still so.

The era he had appeared in was very close to the traces and imprints of the Chang'an Sword, but this sword was not Chang'an.

Even so, Wei Yuan could vaguely sense that this sword also had a considerable connection with him.

"This era is probably at least in the early days of Emperor Xuanyuan…"

"A sword related to me during this period?"

"Could it really be the Xuanyuan Sword?"

Wei Yuan felt somewhat puzzled. He swept his divine sense, and the dragon beast, which was famous in this area, lowered its head extremely docilely and obediently, allowing Wei Yuan to step on its head. Then, following Wei Yuan's divine guidance, it flew towards the direction of the sword.

Wei Yuan, dressed in a Daoist robe, sat on the scales between the two dragon horns of the dragon beast, calming the injuries left by Fuxi's fierce move with his breath, using Karma to eliminate Yin-Yang and flames. Then, he grasped Karma and obtained the dragon beast's understanding and knowledge of this era from its brain and soul.

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At the same time, Wei Yuan obtained partial memory fragments.

It was a bloody human battlefield.

Even in the future, in that basically peaceful era, there were still various contradictions and conflicts between people, let alone the human race scattered throughout the vast wilderness, competing with various races in this world, in an era full of martial spirit?

In addition to these memories, this dragon beast did not have much understanding and knowledge of the overall environment of the era or other major events. However, since the human race was still in an era of frequent conflicts between different tribes, there was no doubt that Ji Xuanyuan had not yet been born, and his era had not yet arrived.

Wei Yuan pondered slowly in his mind.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of swords clashing from afar, as well as the tragic aura of slaughter. He raised his eyes slightly, and the dragon beast, which had sensed the battle and slaughter not far away, raised its head slightly, and all the scales on its neck stood up.

"Battle…"

Wei Yuan heard the voices of humans from this era, thought about the memories in the dragon beast's mind, and sighed slightly, knowing that it was probably the primitive and cruel blood merging activities of the human tribes in the barbaric era, that is, killing, plundering, and enslaving. He patted the dragon beast's head.

The human race in this era possessed various strange methods and means of encircling and hunting. The dragon beast was unwilling to go over, but the person on its head was even more terrifying, so it had no choice but to roar and soar into the clouds. In an instant, it had already arrived above the battlefield.

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Run!

Run frantically!

The tribe had been defeated, or rather, facing the increasingly powerful enemy who was expanding outwards with the weapons they had forged, their chief had abandoned their lineage, using them as bait to lure away most of the enemy's forces, while the main force of the tribe was able to escape the battlefield during this opportunity and leave this area as soon as possible to protect themselves.

A boy who looked about seventeen years old gritted his teeth, leading a few scattered boys and girls behind him to escape, trying to leave the battlefield. However, how could this be possible? Behind them were the most tyrannical tribesmen who had submitted to the Jiuli lineage. They had signed alliances with other gods and obtained divine weapons. Now was the era for them to proclaim their power.

If he were captured, the best outcome would only be slavery.

Even, the tribes in this period still had the custom of blood sacrifices of slaves to worship their ancestors.

They might become sacrifices.

Their bodies pierced by sharp spears, surrounded by the smoke of sacrifices, and in the midst of strange and long chanting, they would eventually turn into scorched corpses.

Just thinking about such a tragic scene, a feeling of悲怆 (bei chuang - grief and indignation) and anger surged in his heart again, stimulating his blood and qi, allowing his body to continue running forward. However, the pursuers behind him were riding fierce beasts such as tigers and leopards, holding extremely sharp weapons, and swept forward like a storm, catching up with them in an instant.

Then, the pursuer raised his right hand.

The weapon in his hand slashed down fiercely.

Almost in a cruel and abusive manner.

He was going to die…!

The boy hugged a six-year-old child tightly and closed his eyes.

However, the expected pain did not come. Instead, waves of soft light fell, gradually warming his body, and the pain of his injuries was also relieved in an instant. He was stunned, subconsciously raised his eyes, and then saw a tall figure and heard the sound of a sword.

"Amitabha, why kill to stop sin? Please turn back, everyone."

A deep voice, plain words.

The tall figure did not have the usual appearance on his head, but rather messy black hair, wearing a gray robe, holding a sword in his right hand, majestic like the power of the heavens, but also with the feeling of the Buddha's light shining on all things and the Wisdom King subduing evil. He held the sword in one hand and stood with the other hand in front of his chest, chanting the Buddha's name.

A horizontal slash of the sword.

Then, all the pursuers who attacked were intercepted!

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the tall figure, sensing an extremely strong karmic connection. Even though the monk's appearance had been changed by Fuxi, he still recognized him. He whispered to himself:

“…This aura… Yuanjue?!

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This person was none other than the only disciple of the Consciousness-Only School of Buddhism, who had been missing in the human world for a long time.

At this moment, although the tribal pursuers who had obtained weapons bestowed by the gods of this era were not weak, they were still far inferior to Yuanjue, who inherited the Buddhist heritage in later generations, shone far like Tathagata, and was close to the light of the Buddha. He only saw the Buddha's light flowing, only wounding but not killing, and those pursuers were all repelled. However, the Buddha sword in Yuanjue's palm had not yet been unsheathed.

He merely carried it on his back, his aura was deep and heavy, he put his hands together, chanted a Buddha's name, and suddenly said:

"Your Excellency has been watching for a long time."

"Why, are you unwilling to come out and meet?"

ps: Today's first update...

Yuanjue was thrown out of that place, the Land of the Ending of Myriad Laws, by Fuxi.

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