Chapter 143 A Tangled Web

The battle of the Celestial Emperor, Fuxi, and the Grand Venerable naturally had immeasurably vast aftershocks.

Enough to turn yin and yang, to make stars fall and collapse. Even a single glance could dim the great sun, and a raised hand could shatter continents and myriad phenomena. However, extreme power also comes with extreme control over one's own strength.

Even with such an intense clash between powerhouses of this level, the ripples never spread beyond the realm of stars and myriad phenomena.

The living beings of the Pure World were unable to perceive this earth-shattering event.

It was as if all the turbulent waves were sealed off by the clear and pure starry sky.

Whether one could perceive these ripples had nothing to do with strength, but rather with the ability to sense certain echoes of the Great Dao. Those who could perceive even a slight change were those who had a special understanding in some aspect. For example, those whose foundation was the Dao fruit of the world's foundation, or those who attained enlightenment by observing the myriad phenomena of the stars.

Or perhaps, those special existences whose essence, qi, and spirit were extremely sharp, whose physical bodies were weak, but which instead promoted the keenness of the spirit and soul—

Zhang Sanfeng walked step by step upon the earth.

He walked very slowly, even slower than a child just learning to walk.

His eyes were cloudy, his skin was full of wrinkles and age spots. His body was so weak that it was almost indistinguishable from a dissipated soul. Yet, even the Taotie, ranked in the first realm below the Dao fruit, could not perceive his presence.

The old man was different from his original fate.

Or rather, although different, he had left similar traces in the era and destiny.

Although he left a record in history that was no different from the original trajectory,

his essence was not limited to this.

Leaving a mark on the book of time with all one's strength, and trying to restrain oneself as much as possible, but still failing to reach the state of no leakage, and ultimately failing to completely control oneself, leaving a trace with regret. The traces left by both might be similar or the same, but this person was already completely different.

Zhang Sanfeng, the original trajectory of fate.

A rare Grandmaster of the mortal world, based on the teachings of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, and uniting the three.

Since he walked the world, he opened the lineage of Wudang Mountain. Eight hundred years after him, all the newly established Taoist sects in the Divine Continent inherited his teachings. A Grandmaster who carried on the past and opened up the future, with a long lifespan of three hundred years.

But at this moment, his fate had undergone a completely different transformation.

His essence was based on the limits of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism.

He also watched Wei Yuan dismantle yin and yang, and saw the changes in the old turtle and the giant snake.

He was different from the Eight Immortals. He did not study the things centered on the divine authority. He did not reincarnate, he had no past life. He lived in a land without spiritual energy. The path of the predecessors had been cut off, and the descent of spiritual energy had not yet arrived. He truly lived for more than eight hundred years, nearly a thousand years of immortality, accumulating Dao practice.

He had long surpassed his original historical trajectory of living for more than three hundred years.

Whether it was his physical body, his soul, or his research into the Great Dao of Yin and Yang,

he had reached the pure

limit of humanity.

When there is no spiritual energy, no laws, and no mythological concepts, where can a single human race go?

He is the answer.

"There are two religions in ancient and modern times, not three. What are the two religions? Righteousness and evil."

"Why are there no three religions? Only one, only the Dao."

"How can one be divided? How can it be divided into three?"

The old man walked out step by step, his eyes lowered, talking to himself, asking himself. His aura was like that of a dying man, but the previous state of humanity could no longer bear such a cultivator. Even if he seemed to die immediately at this moment, the Taiji of Yin and Yang, flowing and changing, seemed to be able to burst out the most brilliant and dazzling light before the extremely weak death.

There are still thirty days, no hurry.

Thirty days later.

Step by step.

Arriving right in front of Tushan's gate.

.....................

Everything in the world was still operating unhurriedly. Whether it was the lofty and powerful Dao fruit, or the unparalleled power of the gods who could tear mountains and split seas with a wave of their hand, they were all too distant existences for the living beings on this earth.

They were just living peacefully in this world.

Every day they were busy learning, living, eating, resting, or having conflicts, and also having feelings.

Together they weave and gather this vast mortal world.

Of course, they also didn't know how much a certain brother had paid in order to appease his sister.

"Hmph, Old Uncle really doesn't listen to advice, causing so much trouble."

"And angrily going to fight with people."

"Like he wants to tear people apart..."

"Yu, Imperial Wa, what do you say about this Old Uncle?"

On Longhu Mountain, or rather, before Longhu Mountain, Imperial Wa's face was still shrouded in a layer of angry frost. Earlier, she had been on equal footing with the Grand Venerable of the Turbid World and the Celestial Emperor of the Pure World. Even if the qi dynamic collision of authority caused the yin and yang to turn and the stars to fall, Fuxi, who was unharmed and had no fear, was now looking at his nose, his nose at his heart, being extremely honest, it could be said that he was honest to the extreme.

Looking at Wei Yuanjun on the left and right, holding the arms of the two Imperial Was, very affectionate.

Wei Yuanjun, with her delicate and beautiful face and warm smile, conveyed a strong thought—

Everything is up to you!

So even now, this cheap grand-niece was expressing many dissatisfactions to Fuxi in front of A Wa. It could even be said that she was pointing at Fuxi's nose and spraying him, the intensity of which was so fierce and the tone so spicy that even Zhang Ruosu next to him felt his scalp tingle and took several breaths of cold air, subconsciously looking for Shangqing Lingbao Sect's quick-acting heart-saving pills.

Damn, is she that fierce?

Can this be said?

But Fuxi had to grit his teeth at this time and squeeze out a heartfelt smile on his face.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

"It's my fault, my fault."

"Hey, yes, yes, yes."

"Yuanjun is absolutely right."

Wei Yuanjun lowered her eyes and glanced at Fuxi, who was gritting his teeth and squeezing out a smile.

The words in her mouth were not at all merciful. Who told this guy to have tricked her more than once since she came to this era? If she didn't take this opportunity to quickly take revenge and squeeze out some benefits, wouldn't she be wasting Old Uncle's years of earnest advice?

"Pay back grudges, pay back grievances, you can even step on him if you don't like him."

'Including you?'

'Of course!'

'If "I" trick you then, it's okay, just trick me back to death!'

Recalling the earnest instructions of Old Uncle in the past, Wei Yuanjun, who had returned to her girlish appearance, let go of the arm holding the white-haired Imperial Wa, and then put both hands around the black-haired Imperial Wa's arm, who had a faint look of anger on her face, with an extremely affectionate appearance and expression.

Then, with one hand hidden to the side, facing Fuxi's direction.

The thumb and index finger were pressed together and rubbed.

Her deep black eyes looked in Fuxi's direction,

her smile was warm, beautiful, and innocently naive.

But that meaning was conveyed very directly and intuitively.

[Benefits?]

[The price has to go up, my dear Old Uncle!]

Fuxi's smile was tightly held back, almost unable to hold it back. Looking at Wei Yuanjun, who was pretending to ask for benefits, he took a deep breath, nodded in agreement, and struck mercilessly when it was time to strike, seizing the opportunity to skin them alive and wipe them clean in one breath.

Good, you did well!

Who taught such a Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenix?!

It was me, it was me! Future me, don't let me catch you, or I'll swing you around and use you as a jump rope!

Fuxi breathed out slightly, nodding with a smile.

Then, with his fingers hidden in a concealed place, he moved slightly, giving a number.

Wei Yuanjun shook her head.

The corner of Fuxi's mouth twitched.

Very good, too good, he had to be skinned alive before he was done. This method was really learned well.

Finally, a pair of golden vertical pupils and a pair of deep and peaceful black eyes stared at each other for a while, and a consensus was reached on the gifts Fuxi voluntarily gave to Wei Yuanjun, and the extent of this gift. Only then did Wei Yuanjun nod in satisfaction, holding Imperial Wa's arm with both hands and comforting her in her ear.

No one knew what this little girl said.

Fuxi was unwilling to secretly use his supernatural powers to spy on these things.

In the end, the expression on Imperial Wa's face finally softened, not as angry as before, which made Fuxi's heart tremble. Undoubtedly, she had slowly forgiven Fuxi. At least, she had breathed a sigh of relief. After this matter came to an end, Fuxi once asked Wei Yuanjun how she had done it.

Wei Yuanjun replied that, in any case, the reason for Fuxi's anger was that Imperial Wa had been hurt.

Imperial Wa also found it difficult to be truly angry for a long time because of this reason, that is, [the anger of her closest person arising from caring for her].

"In other words, even without me, as long as Imperial Wa calms down, she will probably forgive you in the end, right?" Wei Yuanjun counted the wealth and said with emotion, "Old Uncle, although you are scum, you are really the most favored person of Imperial Wa."

Fuxi was not annoyed by the thorns hidden in Wei Yuanjun's words.

On the contrary, he was very happy.

However, forgiveness was forgiveness. Fuxi was still pulled by Imperial Wa to apologize to the others. And Fuxi, who was as proud and arrogant as he was, went happily at this time. Wuzhiqi didn't care, but gritted his teeth and looked at Fuxi over there, feeling that he had to fight him sometime.

Of course, Zhang Ruosu had no complaints.

Under Fuxi's quiet gaze, Zhang Ruosu solemnly stated to Imperial Wa that his heart was clear, and that what he had done and what he had said were absolutely true and without reservation, and that he absolutely did not have any dissatisfaction with Fuxi.

Finally, he had to thank the Zhuzhao Jiuyou Dragon who appeared at the critical moment.

But at this time, Wuzhiqi discovered that after Wei Yuanjun had counted her 'gifts', she was just watching from a distance. She didn't seem close to the Zhuzhao Jiuyou Dragon in gray clothes. Wuzhiqi was slightly stunned, and then many doubts arose in his heart.

Earlier, before he and Wei Yuanjun entered the Great Wilderness to look for Wei Yuan's whereabouts, he had once sighed with emotion.

Wei Yuanjun's character was somewhat different from both Wei Yuan and Jue, but had something similar to the character of Zhuzhao Jiuyou Dragon. She was obviously very concerned about Wei Yuan and Jue, and was willing to help, but she was very tough on the surface.

If you use modern words, it's a little bit tsundere.

He was about to ask about the connection with Zhuzhao Jiuyou Dragon earlier, but Yeming and the others came.

It was a good time to clarify this.

So he whispered, "Aren't you acquainted with Zhujiuyin? Why are you so distant?"

What he actually wanted to ask was, weren't you raised by Zhujiuyin? How did you develop this kind of character, but why do you feel so distant when you meet?

Wei Yuanjun was puzzled and replied:

"Knowing someone is knowing someone, but he is just a great supernatural power that I respect from a distance, is there any problem with that?"

Respect from a distance?

Wuzhiqi frowned.

It shouldn't be.

"Why do you respect him from a distance?"

Wei Yuanjun naturally said: "Naturally, it is because the senior I am very close to has this kind of cold attitude towards him..."

Wuzhiqi was even more puzzled, "Senior, who?!"

Wei Yuanjun pondered. Her relationship with Wuzhiqi had always been very good, and the latter was also in the realm of Dao fruit, and even understood her identity and origin. So she frankly said: "That guy disappeared back then, and my mother was constantly running around because of him, and was once trapped and died. Although I was also guided by many people when I was young, the senior who raised me in the end was her."

"She is both a foster mother and a teacher."

"The boundary between yin and yang on the shores of the South Sea."

The Qingyi Dragon Girl, Reincarnation Celestial Venerable, her尊name is [Xian].

"It can be said that she raised me."

"And prevented me from completely being infected by Old Uncle's bad habits."

Qingyi Dragon Girl Xian?

Wuzhiqi didn't understand the past of this Dragon Girl, and only wondered: "Reincarnation Celestial Venerable?"

Wei Yuanjun said with a smile: "Yes, Reincarnation Celestial Venerable. In the future, she will be the strongest person sitting in the cycle of life and death in the South Sea, watching the spirituality of all living beings in the 180,000 worlds come here, and then wash away their past memories and re-enter reincarnation, prioritizing the cycle to make up for past regrets."

"Well, but in order to prevent the emotions accumulated by all living beings from turning into resentment, she also created a top-notch method and secret medicine, using the sorrow of all things as a guide, and the many bitterness, love, hatred, and resentment in the world as its materials. It is similar to the Heavenly Dao, gathering into one thing, as clear as water, but also like the human heart."

"Its name is soup, but in reality, it is a method."

"All ghosts who drink it will no longer remember their past lives."

"It's just that I don't know why, she always stands there, never leaving, just watching all living beings come and go. When they come, they are full of kindness, righteousness, love, and hatred, but when they leave, their past is no longer there. I don't know how many reincarnations have passed. Others say that she is the most cold and indifferent person in the entire ten directions world. If it weren't for this, how could she be able to quietly observe the mortal world?"

"Ten thousand years without moving, ten thousand years without changing, and for ten thousand years, she has never turned her eyes to look at the mortal world."

"I originally thought so too."

"When I first met her, I was very scared, very scared of her."

"But she was very good to me."

"I asked her why she was so good to me, and she just said that she liked my eyes very much."

"Said that my eyes resembled an old friend."

"But she didn't say who the old friend was, who the old friend was. She only knew that she was standing there, coming and going, and hadn't left for many ten thousand years..."

Wei Yuanjun was talking about the senior who was best to her in her era, but as she spoke, both Wuzhiqi and Wei Yuanjun felt an unspeakable chill. The girl's pupils shrank slightly, and she suddenly turned around, but was stunned to see the Zhuzhao Jiuyou Dragon in gray robes, with a cold and indifferent temperament, standing there with his hands behind his back, as if he had heard their conversation just now.

His strength was indeed unfathomable!

Wei Yuanjun was about to speak: "You..."

Zhuzhao Jiuyou Dragon slowly said: "Xian, This Seat is saying, Qingyi Dragon Girl, standing on the side of the Reincarnation Well—never leaving for ten thousand years, never stepping into the Clear and Turbid realms, never entering the mortal world?"

Wei Yuanjun didn't understand, but followed the attitude she had always had towards Zhuzhao Jiuyou Dragon and said: "Yes.

If you have a way, please help her."

Zhujiuyin took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a long time, as if thinking. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and asked in a cold tone: "You said that she hasn't moved for ten thousand years, hasn't changed for ten thousand years, and hasn't turned her eyes to look at the mortal world for ten thousand years, then after thirty days, didn't she even come out for your parents' Tushan clan wedding?"

Wei Yuanjun subconsciously asked: "Huh? After thirty days, why would she come out?"

"Does Master know my father?"

Know him?

In an instant!

It was as if the gloomy Nine Netherworlds had descended here. The years were vast, and in an instant, they solidified and lengthened. In an instant, with the foundation and heritage of Wuzhiqi and Wei Yuanjun, they felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, and they almost couldn't catch their breath. But this terrifying aura disappeared in just an instant, as if it were just an illusion.

The gray-robed man in front of him still had a calm and deep aura, like the depths of Jiuyou.

He raised his eyes slightly, stood with his hands behind his back, and muttered to himself calmly:

"So, that's how it is."