A gentle tone, the turning of cause and effect.

It felt as if the entire world was pressing down.

Completely blocking the old man's path, leaving him no way out. Even after enduring six thousand years of fear and panic, he still possessed a resilient will, a calmness that remained after the extremes of joy and sorrow. He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening, and saw the Daoist ahead. White was mixed in the Daoist's black hair. The Daoist's expression was gentle, and his hand rested on the sword at his waist.

The Daoist's eyes were clear and refined, but his position seemed to be the core of everything!

The old man tried to lift his foot but couldn't.

Because he had already foreseen it. No matter what choice he made, whether he fought desperately, went crazy, tunneled underground, or transformed into a form of turbid Qi to flee, countless choices, countless fates,

countless causes and effects all converged on one point.

And the Daoist stood above it.

The cause of all effects, the end of all effects!

The convergence of everything.

If I want to see you.

You cannot escape!

The old man's heart was shaken. The shadow and torment of the past six thousand years, the constant appearances of Fu Xi, even... even he had been wondering in these six thousand years if he was only facing one Fu Xi.

Because there were too many, far too many.

Fu Xi as a youth, Fu Xi as a boy, Fu Xi in middle age.

All kinds of Fu Xi.

The only thing they had in common was terror, evil, distortion, and madness! That seal was like pulling in Fu Xis from every timeline!

It was like stirring up a Fu Xi nest!

A confined place, putting in a normal top ten expert and who knows how many types of Fu Xi. Even if those Fu Xis rarely appeared at the same time, it was still terrifying.

It tormented him. A dignified turbid Qi top ten expert who controlled the principles of the cycle of life and death was tormented into a psychological shadow, like a frightened bird. He retreated, his eyes wary and terrified, not daring to move forward. And then, at this moment,

the old man suddenly noticed that this Daoist with a gentle face and profound aura

had causes and effects swirling around him, but they were filled with a sense of collapse and destruction.

Seeing that the causes and effects, which should have been threads of pure, radiant light like the morning sun, were stained with a layer of heavy, gloomy ink when they gathered around him, he didn't seem like the beginning of all things, the cause of all effects, but rather the end of all effects, the annihilation of all things!

It was a turbid Qi Dao fruit!

It was a turbid Qi cultivation!

It was a newly born top ten expert in this turbid world!

The old man opened his mouth, then suddenly burst into laughter, the joy in his chest almost soaring to the sky. Sure enough, sure enough, the turbid world hadn't given up. The turbid world had also noticed where he was. The turbid world...

The Grand Honored One of the turbid world had also sent this new top ten expert to welcome him!

He stepped forward and grabbed the Daoist's arm, shaking it vigorously!

"You're finally here! I've been waiting for you for so long!"

Wei Yuan: "???"

His smile faltered slightly.

Wait, I said I've been waiting for you for a long time, don't repeat my words.

It makes my words seem less impressive.

And it makes you seem like an old guy with a brain problem.

Hmm? This is... completely without hostility or defense?... Tu Shan Yuan pondered.

Tu Shan Yuan was thoughtful.

He looked at the cultivation around him, emanating the dense aura of the turbid world, and his own pure world cultivation had barely begun, almost nonexistent. From the outside, he looked almost like a standard turbid world top ten expert.

Tu Shan Yuan suddenly understood.

At this moment, the old man turned around and ran to the base of the rock wall, picking up his severed hand.

After all, it was the congenital Bagua set up by Fu Xi, and the power of Houtu's virtue and the flow of gravity severed the hand, using heavenly secrets to shield the connection. This old man couldn't regenerate his hand. He didn't know if he couldn't or if he planned to reattach his original hand after getting out.

Innate gods and demons, imperishable even in death, even if the hand had been cut off for six thousand years,

it was still the same as it had been then. Faintly, the skin was as crystal clear as jade, and blood still flowed from the severed point, the blood tinged with ink, contrasting with the muscles and bones, giving off an extremely strange and terrifying feeling. One couldn't look at it for too long, otherwise, all living beings would tend to become crazy, their flesh and blood collapsing and turning into demons.

The old man picked up his hand, wiped the severed end, and directly pressed it against his wrist, moving it around, as flexible as ever.

Wei Yuan looked at the old man's unguarded back.

Should he give him a strike at this moment?

The Tang Dynasty Sword Qi!

Of course not.

Killing him so simply in this situation seemed like a loss. Of course, he needed to take advantage of the fact that the other party had just come out of the six-thousand-year seal, their reason was bound to be affected, their guard was down,

and their foundation was damaged. Relying on this turbid world cause-and-effect cultivation, he could get some information out of him.

Turbid world cause and effect, truly a compassionate and kind person.

Thank you.

The corner of the Daoist's mouth curled up slightly, a smile extremely similar to that of a certain scummy snake.

The old man was moving his wrist.

For some reason, he only felt a chill suddenly rising on his back, his body stiffening, his scalp tingling. He instinctively screamed, "Fu, Fu Xi!!!" Then he turned around abruptly, staggering backward, almost forgetting that behind him was the formation.

It was the purgatory he had finally struggled to escape from.

Before his eyes seemed to appear that man with a warm smile and cold, dark golden vertical pupils.

Wei Yuan was stunned and subconsciously turned his head, not seeing that guy.

Then he took half a step forward, his feet stepping on cause and effect, flowing with heavenly secrets. With a casual wave of his hand, he grabbed the old man's wrist, resisting the urge to pull him closer and chop forward with his great axe, or connect it with a Buzhou Mountain big slap 2.0. The Daoist smiled gently: "Where is Fu Xi?"

"You, you are Fu Xi in disguise, aren't you!"

"Ah, hahaha, you, you don't think you can fool me again!"

"How many times do you think I've been fooled by you!"

The old man suddenly went mad, his eyes bulging, filled with bloodshot veins, his hands and feet flailing wildly. A terrifying scene of the cycle of life and death unfolded around him, his white hair pale, fluttering and shaking in the air like withered grass, both sad and happy.

"Hahahaha, this, this isn't the real exit either, is it!"

"Fu Xi, the road ahead is the path to death, the path behind is the path to life!"

"Don't even think about fooling me!"... The old man's voice was panicked, fearful, and angry as he roared, actively retreating towards the dead end behind him.

What he said made Wei Yuan feel a chill down his spine. What exactly did Fu Xi do to him...

The road ahead is the path to life, but jumping down reveals it to be the path to death? He thought he had seen through Fu Xi, but instead, he had fallen into the trap? Or he saw someone coming to save him, and in the midst of great sorrow and joy, he had traveled all the way, experiencing countless hardships, and finally came out, only to find that beside the bonfire, the person who saved him was smiling, wearing a green robe, with dark golden vertical pupils.

Fu Xi was smiling at you.

#, just thinking about it made his hair stand on end.

A sudden impulse flashed through Wei Yuan's mind.

If he were to transform into Fu Xi using the Transformation of the Fetus, wearing a green robe, grab this old man, and then smile at him, would he directly suffer a mental breakdown, go completely mad, and then run headfirst back into the Hun Tian seal, never daring to come out again?

Wei Yuan calmly suppressed this impulse.

No, no, he couldn't be a thrill-seeker.

Only Fu Xi would do such a scummy thing.

He watched the old man still struggling frantically, thought for a moment, waved his sleeve, and all the surrounding light and color were swallowed up. Then a black flag appeared in his hand, mysterious and profound,

as if it had collected all things under heaven and swallowed all pure and turbid beings.

It was the top treasure of the turbid world, a congenital item, the Xuan Black Turbid World Flag.

Wei Yuan simply swept it across.

The Xuan Black Flag covered the heavens, earth, sun, moon, and stars.

It just took away this side hall.

Turbid Qi overflowed, surging and churning. Wei Yuan frowned almost imperceptibly. His true spirit didn't like this feeling, but on the contrary, his body felt very comfortable.

Was this tsundere?

After all, it was the turbid world's Dao fruit and a cultivation based on the turbid world Dao fruit.

Wei Yuan mocked himself in his heart.

Then he smiled gently, watching the old man stand blankly in this turbid Qi-rich place, slowly calming down. He suddenly burst into tears, as if he could finally completely and without worry let go of his heart.

The Daoist in front of him smiled warmly, his black hair held up by a wooden hairpin, mixed with white, refined and handsome, with a detached aura. "How is it? Can you now believe my identity?"

The old man cried for a long time before stabilizing his mind and cupping his hands. "I apologize for making you laugh. It's just that Fu Xi..."

The Daoist nodded and smiled. "Scum!"

The old man was stunned.

He saw the Daoist in front of him constantly describing that Fu Xi with gentle but venomous words.

Finally, he added without changing his expression: "That's just the ultimate combination of human scum and snake scum. He doesn't have any of the advantages of humans or snakes. Fellow Daoist, you've worked hard..."

Spraying Fu Xi, Wei Yuan felt he was a professional.

And it was a matter of course, with righteous confidence.

Hearing the Daoist in front of him curse Fu Xi, the old man was finally completely relieved and said, "By the way, are you a newly advanced top ten expert? I wonder what your corresponding power is? And what are you called? The Grand Honored One values you so much that he even entrusted you with this treasure."

Grand Honored One?

Was that the strongest expert in the turbid world? As expected, there was an opponent of this level.

Otherwise, with Di Jun's personality, he would have already charged into the turbid world and wiped out the top ten experts of the turbid world. Hmm, but it also needed to be questioned. After all, he wasn't a thrill-seeker, and entering the turbid world alone carried the risk of falling.

The Grand Honored One of the turbid world...

Why did they ambush Houtu here back then?

The mystery of Nuwa's first disappearance and what the turbid world did to this central sea of Hun Tian.

A series of questions flashed through Wei Yuan's mind as he looked at the old man in front of him, who had no guard against him. He knew he had found a unique and ultimate opportunity. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he answered with a carefree laugh, "I control cause and effect."

"Somewhat weak and scholarly."

"Not good at fighting."

"My name... Primitive."

The old man said, "Primitive? The beginning of the yuan?"

"No..."

The Daoist lowered his eyes, the Xuan Black Turbid World Flag moved slightly, and a smile gradually curled up:

"It is the 'yuan' of origin, Primitive."

"Turbid world cause and effect, Primitive Heavenly Demon."

Today's first update... Three thousand two hundred words. The names of Primitive and Heavenly Demon came from the previous chapters, with Zhang Ruosu's ten demons and nine tribulations.

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