Chapter 228 The Door

The white-haired Daoist, who usually looked gentle and mysterious, suddenly lifted his robes and delivered a fierce kick.

The Buzhou Mountain body allowed direct physical contact with concepts, materializing entities like laws, concepts, and heavenly secrets, providing them with support. The special ability to make contact sent shivers down the spines of the Hetu Luoshu, who saw lines of law converging, as if forming a gate, incredibly mysterious.

Then, the white-haired Daoist ruthlessly stomped down, kick after kick.

Deafening roars exploded one after another.

"Open the door!"

"You open the door!"

Wei Yuan exhaled, watching the portions of the seal he had forcibly broken rapidly closing. He was ultimately not skilled in manipulating heavenly secrets. Although his constantly rising power allowed him to react, he was no match for Fuxi.

And the one who could barely match Fuxi in manipulating heavenly secrets...

The white-haired Daoist's gaze shifted, slowly landing on the Hetu Luoshu, who were watching the show.

Hetu Luoshu: "…………"

"???!"

The spiritual patterns on the Hetu Luoshu shifted, forming an expression of bright, hearty laughter:

"Great Lord, you wouldn't want to use me to smash the door, would you?"

The smile on the Hetu Luoshu gradually froze.

"You wouldn't, want to use me to smash the door... would you?"

The white-haired Daoist reached out and pressed down on the Hetu Luoshu.

………………

In the Land of Final Dharma, Fuxi wiped away cold sweat, watching the 'door' in front of him being smashed violently again and again. His scalp tingled. This nephew was becoming increasingly violent. From which bastard did he learn this behavior?

Certainly not me!

However, although the Buzhou Mountain body could make physical contact with concepts, performing all sorts of incredible feats, gods of this type were not skilled in the derivation of heavenly secrets. There was no way he could break this door.

Fuxi breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching the banging and smashing.

Then he flipped his middle finger and mocked, "Come on in!"

"Hahaha, if you come in, I'll let you hehehe."

"I'll tell you everything you want to know!"

"You can't come in..."

With a loud bang, a crack actually appeared in the door.

Then, heavenly secrets and heavenly secrets corresponded and evolved. The incomparably solid Door of the Great Dao, impossible to break from a physical perspective, was smashed open. A stone tablet flew in, rolled a few times on the ground, and transformed into a human with a neutral face, pale complexion, and wearing blue-grey clothes.

Fuxi's smile froze.

Bang!

The door, which was about to heal, could no longer complete the action.

A slender, fair hand stretched out from the [outside], firmly gripping the [door].

The power of the Buzhou Mountain lineage, the concept of propping up the sky and supporting the earth, was brought into play.

Here, was there ever such a thing as the weight of the sky?!

"Heh..."

The white hair swayed slightly, and a voice transmitted out.

"Found you..."

Damn!

So terrifying!

The scumbag snake Fuxi and the Hetu Luoshu immediately retreated wildly, huddling together and shivering.

Then, the spirit formed by the Hetu Luoshu realized who he was holding.

He stiffly raised his head and stiffly looked over, seeing the handsome face of Fuxi, who was smiling at him, even winking, without a trace of fear, filled with joy. Hetu Luoshu: "…………"

This shouldn't be, this shouldn't be.

I'm just a small stone tablet.

With a smack, the Hetu Luoshu's eyes rolled back, foam bubbled from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. The next moment, the white-haired Daoist, with a face full of murderous intent, stepped into this place, separating the two sides of the door with the power of propping up the sky and supporting the earth.

The four categories of concepts, [Heaven], [Earth], [Human], and [Sword], circulated.

Golden, brown, crimson, and platinum laws flowed, transforming into creations like flowing rainbows, naturally weaving patterns onto the blue Daoist robe, naturally braiding the white hair that fell to the ground, changing the Daoist from a tied-up hairstyle to a style with white hair hanging down, only tied at the ends.

"Fu! Xi!"

"Ah, ah hahahaha, who is it!"

The handsome youth laughed heartily, reaching out to pat the white-haired Daoist's shoulder:

"Isn't this my dear nephew?!"

This nephew is impossible to keep!

Fuxi smiled brightly: "Then what can I do for you?"

The white-haired Daoist said slowly: "Oh? I thought you didn't want to see me..."

"Ah hahaha, how could that be?"

Fuxi said seriously: "I was just thinking about the meaning of life, pondering the mysteries of the stars and all things, and looking for the entrance to a world with countless A'Wa."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

The white-haired Daoist glanced at the Hetu Luoshu, who was foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

The latter probably didn't have much pressure opening the door.

He was probably scared by Fuxi.

"...You know what I want to ask. Where is Houtu?"

Fuxi's face stiffened: "I don't know."

"I'll ask again. Where is she?"

"I really don't know."

A clear ringing sound.

Drawing the sword, initiating the attack.

The Chang'an Sword slammed down with its scabbard.

Smack!

Fuxi put his hands together, directly clamping the Chang'an Sword, looking at the white-haired Daoist whose fur was standing on end. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall. This was the first being who could directly catch Wei Yuan's sword strike with his bare hands. At such a close distance, it was clear that his strength was vastly different from Rushou.

Despite this, Fuxi's face was still pale, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

This sword...

The Four Greats within the Realm!

Was he going to die? Was he going to die?

Was he going to kick the bucket like old Buzhou, who didn't activate his concept of godhood and was rammed in the back by Gonggong?

Fuxi's forehead bulged with veins. He clamped the sword with both hands, catching the blade barehanded, gritting his teeth and saying:

"You kid... trying to kill me?"

The white-haired Daoist held the sword down with one hand, his dark eyes devoid of light, his tone gentle:

"Anyway, you won't die."

"It's an uncle's duty to let his nephew vent his anger."

"It'll still hurt a lot even if I don't die!" Fuxi said angrily, shouting:

"It really hurts a lot!"

Wei Yuan said: "Really? I don't believe it."

"Besides, Fuxi knows all the heavenly secrets and secrets. I suspect you're not Fuxi, so I'm going to use the traditional method to identify you. I'll slash you with my sword. The one who doesn't break is the real Fuxi."

Fuxi was furious: "Which idiot passed down this method?!"

The white-haired Daoist glanced at the Hetu Luoshu, and said concisely: "You."

Fuxi's smile froze.

……………………

A moment later, the white-haired Daoist sheathed his sword, resting it horizontally on his lap. Fuxi, who had been frightened by this kid's sword, hid far away. As a god skilled in heavenly secret divination and preparing in advance to pull his enemies into his rhythm of battle, Fuxi didn't seem to like dealing with reckless people.

At least, that's how he appeared to be.

Wei Yuan slowly explained the whole story.

Fuxi suddenly realized: "Oh, so that kid from back then was you!"

"I was just saying, I felt something was wrong back then. I always felt that the future me had done something, so I prepared some backup plans."

Backup plans, meaning magic weapons that directly bomb small worlds?

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Fuxi hated it secretly, and said angrily: "Okay, so it really was the future me who did it!"

"The future me at that time must have wanted to do something to A'Wa!"

"Luckily, I was vigilant."

Fuxi was smug.

Wei Yuan took a sip of tea, and said concisely: "It was the present you who sent me back."

Fuxi's face stiffened.

Finally, he rolled around hugging his snake tail, heartbroken: "Ahhhhh, past me, can't you be more honest? Can't you be dumber? That way, I could see A'Wa when she was little again ah ah ah ah!"

"Damn it ah ah ah!"

Wei Yuan looked at this scumbag snake who was fighting wits and courage with himself, and felt that this guy was about to split his personality.

"So, [Houtu], where is she?"

Fuxi lay flat: "I really don't know."

A clear ringing sound.

The Chang'an Sword, with its scabbard, was chopped down with a backhand.

Smack!

Fuxi flicked his snake tail, avoiding it at a speed that couldn't be captured by laws. The incomparably sharp Chang'an Sword directly nailed the place where the snake tail was originally. It felt as if he was planning to nail the snake directly through its tail and then hang it up to skin it. Cold sweat broke out on Fuxi's forehead, and he said:

"Okay, I'll calculate it, I'll calculate it, okay? I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore..."

The swordsmanship stimulated by the Buzhou Mountain body.

Plus, heavenly secret lock-on.

Although Fuxi wasn't afraid, he would still have a myocardial infarction if he was suddenly attacked like this.

He rubbed his temples and said, "Okay, if you want to see it, I'll calculate it for you..." Fuxi pulled the Hetu Luoshu over, turning the latter back into a stone tablet, using the power of the Hetu Luoshu to slack off and successfully linked to the heavenly secrets and destiny of the past.

So Wei Yuan saw images appear on the stone tablet.

There was a woman in a long dress with a gentle face fighting.

She divided the earth into sand, each grain of sand having the weight of a small world, yet being as small as a mustard seed, able to directly penetrate the enemy's orifices. Gathering and dispersing at will, scattered it was dust, gathered it transformed into a small world like mountain rocks.

The combat abilities she displayed were already extremely impressive.

Surpassing Rushou and Gou Mang.

Even Wei Yuan at this moment might not be her opponent.

After all, she was one of the Ten Peaks. Even if she wasn't known for fighting, the name of the Ten Peaks was not false after all. Then, the scene changed, and the woman's shoulder was already injured.

Fresh blood flowed continuously, staining the sand, giving those sands a divine golden color. They fell to the ground, transforming into large swathes of desert. The woman's face was pale, biting her lip, barely holding on as she headed in one direction.

She seemed to be fighting against something invisible, or rather, something that couldn't be reflected by heavenly secrets.

When the enemy pounced.

The sand gathered, transforming into swords.

The long swords suddenly slashed horizontally, sometimes extremely sharp, sometimes unpredictable, sometimes vast and boundless. What transformed was Wei Yuan's swordsmanship, and it was precisely the Four Greats within the Realm, the ceaseless and fierce slaughter. The enemy seemed to have not expected that Houtu, who was not good at fighting, could display such moves, and his movements stagnated.

This sword formation successfully blocked the attack.

And this sword also collapsed.

The woman successfully escaped the killing intent and plunged into a dark and distant sea.

The picture ended there, and the Hetu Luoshu fell into an even deeper sleep. One thought after another emerged in Wei Yuan's mind. There was a feeling of relief, concern for Houtu, and the urgency that followed. He wanted to ask who exactly was fighting Houtu.

He wanted to know where Houtu had gone now.

One question after another emerged in his heart, leaving him unsure of what to say.

Fuxi said: "It really is... predetermined by fate."

The black-haired youth smiled and said: "If it weren't for the fact that I had mastered your Four Greats within the Realm, the sword art transformations of heaven, earth, Dao, and man, when I was discussing Dao with you, Houtu would probably have fallen here. So, you can breathe a sigh of relief."

"Hmm?"

The black-haired youth with the blue robe and black hair looked at the white-haired Daoist over there with a smile:

"You really have helped her."

"This point is absolutely true."

Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, and said: "...Where did she go? The black sea?"

Fuxi said: "That's a state where laws are mixed together."

"There's only one place in the world that's like that. Hmm, actually this place is a bit related to you too."

He looked at Wei Yuan, paused, and answered:

"The former residence of Hundun, the Central Emperor."

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