The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 222 Anchoring Cause and Effect, Bestowing the Title of True Fruit (Third Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The figure frowned, and a treasure appeared in his hand, slowly levitating. It shimmered with light, seemingly capable of creating all things. He stared at the treasure, his voice filled with confusion and resentment:
"The distorted 'Book of Bai Ze' clearly records the end of Nuwa, so why?"

"Did Bai Ze deliberately do something before he died?"

"...How hateful, how hateful! If it weren't for that guy getting in the way, why would we need to go through all this trouble? Clearly, all those gods have already perished, and even Nuwa had a preordained death and end, but Fuxi has frozen them in a state that is neither dead nor alive."

"We have to reverse the cause and effect, using the result of death to anchor the cause of death in reverse."

"But why does it always make mistakes?!"

Using their top-tier treasures and the power of cause and effect—one of the three great powers of their faction—they observed the future course of history and attempted to anchor it. However, over the long course of time, a few people broke free from this anchoring.

"The Qin Emperor had no heirs and chose to ascend to heaven."

"Lao Tzu rode a green ox westward out of Hangu Pass, and completely disappeared from the path of cause and effect."

"And there's Zhuge Liang."

"They actually succeeded in extending life with the Seven Star Lamp."

"Now it's here again, and another crucial problem has arisen. Could it be that there's a problem with the concept of 'cause and effect'?" He hesitated inwardly. The plan to 'use the result to deduce the death of the gods' was the most crucial, but its execution was riddled with problems.

Especially the crucial link of the death of the Old Mother of Lishan, seems to be blocked by an invisible hand, forever stuck at the end of failure.

He hurried along, trying to find the problem. After a long period of contemplation, reviewing the recent events, he slowly said, "...It's Zhou Yan, the grandmaster uncle of the Supreme Pavilion Daoist Temple. According to the original historical record, there is no such person at all."

"In our original destiny, when disaster struck, Louguan Tao was supposed to fight with all its might and ultimately perish completely, while Longhu Mountain would rise up in the process."

"The Old Mother of Lishan should also be caught up in this, slowly disappearing in the torrent of history, so that we can use the result of her demise to deduce the cause of Nuwa's death—that's how it should have been!"

"And then there's the Duke of Taishan. His death caused the entire Taishan system to fall into disuse. A thousand years later, after being enshrined in a foolish emperor, the possibility of his resurrection was completely cut off."

"But now, the patriarch of the Taishanglouguan sect has stepped forward and eliminated the calamity, so the power of the Taoist sect has been preserved, and the Lishan Laomu has not appeared in the past; and this grandmaster of the Taishanglouguan sect is also an envoy of the Taishan Prefecture Lord, which has led to the stability of Taishan's position."

"Why has the Jinghe Navy, which should have disappeared, reappeared? How could the Dragon King have revived it? Everything is in chaos!"

"Everything has become a mess."

He clenched his fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his palms. Having identified the one who had disrupted his previously anchored destiny, the young Taoist charged forward like an untamed tiger, smashing the forcibly fixed cause and effect into pieces:

“Zhou Yan… there’s no mistake, it’s this guy who stabilized Mount Tai, the Pillar of Heaven, protected the Daoist sect, slew the calamity, and ensured that the Dragon Lord of the Jing River aquatic tribe survived, allowing the dragon lineage to continue.”

"This is the noise that shouldn't exist."

"If he continues to be active, even the River God and the like will likely be freed. If this person goes to Shu..."

He thought of the Crouching Dragon mentioned in the records.

That guy must have discovered something, and he must have left something behind before he died.

That Wolong, who should have perished, somehow discovered something.

Suddenly, he began to transform, working hard to exercise, eat well, and pay attention to health. Under Guan Yu's guidance, he became healthy. Although he ultimately failed due to their interference and did not succeed in rebuilding the Han Dynasty for the third time, he managed to take Sima Yi away before his death.

Their planned countermeasures resulted in a crushing defeat for the Hu people.

This directly led to the historical event of the Five Barbarian Invasions no longer existing.

That frail fellow was one of their most formidable opponents in history. It took them a long time to twist history back to the direction they had set out to, even though they had orchestrated the Kunlun Calamity and destroyed Buzhou Mountain.

"What exactly went wrong?"

"Why did Liu Bang kill the dragon of calamity? Why did Xiang Yu learn Chi You's divine skills? Why did Huo Qubing live to a ripe old age compared to normal history? Why did Wu An Jun not die but disappear, and then suddenly reappear when we were about to succeed?"

"Who exactly is it—"

The man who carried out this mission is going crazy.

They always felt that in this vast expanse of time, there was an unseen opponent. They seemed to be confronting the outstanding figures in the history of Yan and Huang who were aware of certain situations, but in reality, they were playing a game against an unseen opponent.

Now, the most crucial plan—to anchor the Old Mother of Lishan in order to destroy Nuwa—has been halted, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

"...At least we've found the variable for this lifetime." He forcibly suppressed his agitation, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Those who confront us can only do so much in each generation. As long as we kill Zhou Yan—"

"As long as we kill him, everything will go according to our plan."

But at that moment, a hand gently patted his shoulder. The man's expression changed, and he felt a chill in his heart. He swung his weapon sharply, stirring up the mist, but there was no one behind him.

No, fog?!
He looked up at the fog that had spread again, now even thicker than before, almost invisible to the naked eye, swirling and twisting like a living thing, blocking his way.

The man felt a strange chill creep up his spine.

He quickly calmed down.

"No, since there are such strange phenomena here, it means that this is the real key issue. I have indeed found the key!" He began to run hurriedly through the thick fog of the mountains.

He kept swinging his sword along the way, slashing at the dark figures that vaguely appeared in the fog, each strike splitting through layers of thick fog.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery gradually changed—the trees became incredibly tall, their trunks so thick that it would take dozens of people to encircle them, their branches and leaves spreading out like majestic mountains, and the grass underfoot was several times taller than ordinary vegetation.

It felt like I had stumbled upon an ancient secret realm.

There won't be any problems, this is the place!
He noticed the change; the tree had grown to be almost as big as a mountain, nearly the size of the ancient great trees. After a long time, he suddenly saw a strange, ferocious beast that looked like an ant.

He killed the ferocious beast, panting heavily, and murmured, "What kind of ferocious beast is this? I've never seen one before. Could it really be... an ant?" A terrifying thought arose in his mind, and he slowly raised his head.

Above the sky, clouds surged like waves, pressing down in layers, exuding a breathtaking vastness and remoteness. Behind the clouds, the sun should have been blazing, but at this moment, that golden 'sun' was slowly shrinking.

Ah, I see...

He got it.

It wasn't that he had arrived at the legendary secret realm and encountered those enormous, wildly growing ancient creatures; rather, he had shrunk. He raised his head, looking at the vast, boundless sky, his pupils enormous. Fuxi, holding the pottery bowl, looked at him with a calm and peaceful expression.

It's like watching a grasshopper that has wandered into a field.

The man murmured, "Yes, when did I get infected?"

He unleashed his full energy and flew towards the sky, but the handsome young man lazily flipped his hand, and the man was thrown out, crashing to the ground and shrinking back to his original size. He said, "So it was you!"

In an instant, golden light rippled around him, spreading to all possibilities. It was the power of cause and effect that could make everything in the realm of cause and effect move toward its purpose. The next moment, two fingers pierced his eyes.

The handsome young man's finger pierced the man's eye.

I stirred it over casually.

"Slow down, slow down."

Cause and effect collapsed.

Intense pain instantly swept through his body, causing him to convulse and his mind to go blank. The past three moments felt like an eternity, each second a torment that felt like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Fuxi looked at him lazily: "Judging from what you just said, you're curious about why Wolong was able to detect something amiss in the world?"

"You can anchor future cause and effect. I don't have that much power, but I can go and see the future you've anchored. Then, I took the 'Records of the Three Kingdoms' from that world and gave it to the twelve-year-old Zhuge Liang."

"He'll figure out the rest himself."

The subdued man: "…………"

The handsome young man said lazily, "It's just a pity that not everyone has this kind of keenness, and I can't stand out too much, lest you lock onto me; it's also a pity that you interfered recklessly, and in the end, we still failed to cut off your anchor."

The man was unwilling to accept it: "Is that all?"

"I have given you the perfect opponent. Hindsight is 20/20; you placed too much faith in those so-called authorities and forgot—"

"Humans are the most unpredictable variable."

The man struggled, muttering, "You don't believe me either..."

Fuxi raised an eyebrow, pulled out his finger from the other man's eye, swept his hand across the throat, shattered the man's soul, and, wiping the liquid from his finger, said calmly, "But I am willing to believe in Awa."

"I'm willing to try to believe what Awa believes in."

Fuxi looked at the Bai Ze Book before him, and the Bai Ze Book glowed and slowly disappeared.

Another counterfeit backup.

"Hmph, it's the same again."

He looked up into the distance and said lazily, "Kid, you'd better grow up quickly. I'll cover for you, but the momentum on the other side is getting stronger and stronger."

The handsome young man stretched, grabbed the fallen man, dragged him to the slope on the back of Nanshan Mountain, drew a dusty gray sword with the sun, moon and stars on one side and mountains and vegetation on the other, and began to dig the ground.

Finally, they dug a pit, grabbed the body of the dead person, and threw it in.

Bury it in there as fertilizer.

Finally, he swung the sword and pounded the ground flat with it.

Leaning on the sword, the handsome young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, exhaled, and said lazily, "Old man, it's been so long since you've exercised, you're a bit tired. But with you as fertilizer, the flowers will definitely grow well next year!"

He smiled slightly as he looked at the courtyard in the distance.

The wind blew, revealing countless pits and lush vegetation that swayed in the breeze, growing exceptionally well. He smiled slightly, gazing at the small courtyard in the distance belonging to the only person he cared about, before slowly disappearing from sight.

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Zhongnan Mountain · Louguan Tao.

The Nine Elders Cave God, the Dragon Slayer, and others waited quietly for a long time before finally seeing Zhou Yan. Seeing the young Taoist with his sleeves billowing and a white jade lion cat perched on his shoulder as he strolled over, these renowned mountain gods all rose and bowed, saying:

"I've seen the real person."

Zhou Yan raised his hand in a gesture of support, his tone gentle: "Gentlemen, there's no need to be so polite."

The mountain gods exchanged glances, but ultimately, concerned for their own mountain range and the Nine Elders Cave, they took the initiative to ask, "We haven't asked yet. What is it that the True Person wants us to ask?"

If there's nothing else, I have to go back to the mountain!
The indignant and angry True Lord of the Western Peak was heading towards Mount Emei.

It can't be that things could get any worse, right?
Si Chen of Jiu Lao Dong was already feeling completely numb, but he still thought with a hint of pleading. Then he saw the young Taoist say, "Yes, An Lushan is currently in the Emei Mountain area of ​​Shu."

Nine Old Cave Master Chen: "…………"

The young Taoist spoke calmly, yet each word was clear: "This person is also one of the masterminds who caused the death of the Duke of Mount Tai and took away one-sixth of the Dao Fruit."

Si Chen of Jiu Lao Dong looked completely bewildered. Zhou Yan planned to join forces with the forces of Mount Emei to rescue Consort Shen and Kai Ming while the True Lord of the Western Peak and An Lushan were fighting, and also to resolve the matter of Chi You.

Seeing that the Nine Elders Cave Master Chen still needed time to digest the news, the Dragon Slayer remained silent for a long time before suddenly cupping his hands and saying, "I have a request that may seem presumptuous, but I hope you will grant it."

Zhou Yan had a favorable impression of the Dragon Slayer Envoy and asked, "What is it?"

The Dragon Slayer exhaled, took half a step forward, and bowed deeply:
"The Western Peak is one of the Five Sacred Mountains, and it cannot be without a master for even a day."

"I apologize for my intrusion!"

"I dare to request the True Man to go on a mission and bestow upon the True Lord of the Western Peak the official title!"

(End of this chapter)