The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 318 Three Hundred Years of Cultivation, Supreme Magic Power

When Zhou Yan uttered those two sentences, a slight ripple appeared on the face of the seemingly gentle and refined Shi, as if mist had been blown away by the wind. He lost the composure he had shown before, as if everything was under his control and he was in complete ease.

The finger pressed against Zhou Yan's brow suddenly exerted force, carrying an undeniable determination.

In an instant, Zhou Yan felt his own realm being stripped away—whether it was the external divine position or the blessing of the Imperial Seal, it all felt out of place in an instant, as if he were isolated by an invisible membrane.

[Shi]'s fingers darted through the gap between his own realm and external blessings, directly targeting the source of his soul. The jade scroll between his brows erupted with unprecedented resistance, trembling violently, yet it was still unstoppable in being drawn by that force, detaching from Zhou Yan's soul and heading towards [Shi]'s fingertips.

Boundless power, a suppression beyond the realm of pure rules!

This opponent is on a completely different level from Zhou Yan's previous opponents.

The excruciating pain almost made Zhou Yan's vision go black.

It seemed as if his soul and flesh were about to be torn apart, but just as that finger was about to touch the jade book in Zhou Yan's soul, a cold light flashed before Zhou Yan's eyes.

"despair."

A soft sound, like jade beads falling onto a plate.

[History] That finger, which contained supreme power, was severed at the root and turned into a wisp of dissipating mist.

"Hey kid, are you acting like a theatrical performer?"
Accompanied by mocking laughter, another, more ancient and tyrannical force forcefully intervened, dragging Zhou Yan back half a step.

That half step felt like returning from the deep sea to the surface. Zhou Yan gasped for breath, his face ashen, cold sweat instantly soaking through his clothes. When he looked up, he saw a hand chop to his forehead.

With a flick of his sleeves, a figure stood before him, separating Shi from Zhou Yan.

As Zhou Yan staggered backward, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

This guy.

It turns out that it can only be found at crucial moments.

Moreover, although I always feel vigilant and have to be careful that this guy might pull some tricks, he is so reassuring in this crisis.

Assuming that the historian's attention was only drawn to the moment when Zhou Yan killed Prince Teng, Li Yuanying, with Lady Xu's sword, then the historian would not have noticed that Zhou Yan had placed his small notebook filled with the characters of Fuxi in Langzhong City.

Even if we assume that Shi (the author) noticed Zhou Yan's actions...

Before becoming familiar with Fuxi to a certain extent, it would have been difficult for him to perceive the significance of Zhou Yan's action of putting down the notebook, nor would he have imagined that the notebook and the information about Nuwa would act as a marker, attracting Fuxi to come over.

[Shi] Looking at his severed and slowly rejoined fingers, his face, shrouded in mist, seemed to smile, his tone still gentle:

"...Xi, it's been a long time."

Fuxi said calmly, "What do you intend to do to my prey?"

[Shi] said gently, with an apologetic and consultative tone, "Since he is your prey, I only need his soul and the scroll of Bai Ze inside. His existence, his individual self, can be given to you."

Fuxi laughed and said, "If you offer your authority and abilities in exchange, I am not unable to grant your request."

[Shi] thought for a moment and said, "Bai Ze Book... is not enough."

"However, since he is your [prey], then Bai Ze entrusted his power to you before he died, right? I really don't understand why they all avoid you like the plague, but in the end, they all choose to believe in you."

"Unfortunately, after the Bai Ze divine beast was transformed, the Bai Ze Book, which was skinned and its form was outlined with its blood, ultimately lost its authority and power."

[Shi] calmly recounted those events, but the way he described skinning, bloodletting, and outlining divine patterns all carried a chilling aura that made one's heart suddenly rise. Fuxi stood in front of Zhou Yan, his fingers hanging down and swaying slightly.

back off.

Zhou Yan noticed his movement and slowly retreated.

At this moment, Zhou Yan's remaining vision saw the Golden Heavenly King, who had been blasted away and transformed into an old mountain spirit, struggling to get up. He staggered forward, sword in hand, his eyes like two flames, as he approached.

With an aura of menacing power unrelated to strength, he continued to attack [Shi].

This feeling is something Zhou Yan has: once you make an enemy of Jin Tianwang, this guy will stop at nothing to kill you.

That murderous aura had nothing to do with strength; it was purely the sharpness of will.

This guy... is purely neither good nor bad.

Zhou Yan sighed inwardly. After thinking for a moment, he realized that Shi had accelerated his time through some unknown means and authority, making him extremely old. But he still beckoned with his finger.

Riding the wind.

A gust of wind suddenly swirled and piled up in layers, turning into chains that pulled at the Golden Heavenly King. With a flick of his hand, the chains, holding the Golden Heavenly King, flew towards them.

King Jin was furious.

"You... I don't need your help!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The white-haired version of Zhou Yan pulled the chain and cursed, "Damn it, Lao Jin, you should shut up now. If you keep going, you'll be turned into stone dust. Otherwise, one day you'll be turned into lime and handed over to the civil engineering guys of the future to plaster the walls."

"We'll talk about fighting another time."

At this moment, Zhou Yan noticed that he and his companions were in a special space and were unable to see Li Taibai and his friends, which reassured him a lot—Golden Heavenly King was the true form of a mountain spirit and was quite sturdy, and he also had his own backup plan.

If Li Pingyang and his group were to get involved, they would likely face certain death.

As he pulled, Zhou Yan suddenly sensed something was amiss—

He discovered that his magical power had become more refined and powerful, just like a true practitioner of Taoist techniques and military strategies for sixty or even several hundred years, and he had been cultivating with a pure Yang body for those few hundred years!

His magical power was extremely strong in both quality and quantity.

It even perfectly matches the three hundred years of cultivation that he had obtained by chance before this body.

A thought flashed through Zhou Yan's mind—

Could it be that just now, the methods and powers of [Shi] were equivalent to truly allowing him to pass through those long years? Or simply changing his condition? Such methods could certainly quickly bring Zhou Yan to the end of his life, causing him to die of old age.

However, it also allowed him to cultivate his own Taoist original version of the Tao Te Ching to an extremely pure level, a level that was unprecedented and unparalleled.

"A blessing in disguise?"

"We have to survive first..."

Zhou Yan suddenly pulled him. Although his body was old, his magic power was pure and his cultivation was profound. Even his wind control technique was extremely effective, pulling Jin Tianwang to a safe area.

I felt like my old bones were about to fall apart, and I was gasping for breath while holding my lower back.

Zhou Yan grinned.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

After being accelerated by that guy for several hundred years, Zhou Yan felt that the concept of the mountain god in this blessed land was more compatible with him, reaching over 90%. However, his lumbar spine pain became more and more prominent.

The Golden Heavenly King transformed into the form of a mountain rock. He himself had cultivated step by step, and after a thousand years of cultivation, he had stagnated at the fourth rank. His magical power had long since reached its limit, so the effect was not as obvious as Zhou Yan's.

He was simply extremely angry and resentful.

"I have noted this matter down."

"Next time—wait for next time!"

He was somewhat mentally exhausted.

Zhou Yan gripped the three-pointed, double-edged sword, his magical power flowing through his body. Having distanced himself from [Shi], his condition had improved considerably. Clearly, the negative effects of approaching that monster of unknown origin went far beyond just the accelerated passage of time. Although the exchange between Fuxi and [Shi] appeared peaceful and leisurely...

However, Zhou Yan was very familiar with Fuxi. The fact that Fuxi was able to communicate with words instead of fists and feet first indicated something. With his Dharma Eye activated, he could see that there were faint ripples around them.

Immediately, Zhou Yan felt a stinging pain in his eyes and could no longer look directly at them.

At the same time, he also understood what those ripples were: fragments of the Great Dao, ripples, rules, the direct manifestation of laws and principles, the so-called laws of heaven and earth, the most fundamental trajectory of the entire world.

Zhou Yan subconsciously looked, and felt as if those things were branded into his eyes and mind, causing a slight stinging pain in his head. Even now, with his eyes closed, those brilliant ripples were still flowing deep in his mind.

It seems that once you see it, you can never forget it.

At the same time, the many methods and jade talismans in the jade book suddenly gained more understanding.

At this moment, the clash between [Shi] and [Fuxi] had reached its most intense level, with more and more ripples spreading, layer upon layer, as if the world they inhabited was shaking, wailing, and collapsing.

[History] Calmly gazing at Fuxi, or perhaps gazing at that more ancient and distant will, the Fuxi before him was nothing but an illusion. The moment Zhou Yan uttered those two sentences, this place became a coordinate.

Those words were like an application, a call to the oldest and most fundamental rules.

Ripples surged, reaching their highest point.

[History] The surrounding space itself became incompatible. It wasn't attacking him, but rather, like water repelling oil, declaring his "existence" here as "error." The mist around him began to flicker erratically, like a poorly receiving image.

The rejection and push of the entire world are causing history to retreat.

This is a rule that Fuxi wrote into the entire human world at a great cost—this place will not have beings of the upper three ranks, and this place has a powerful force to deny and reject all external beings of the upper three ranks.

[Shi] felt a gentle yet absolute force emanating from the entire world itself. He looked at [Fuxi] and said, "Such an absolute force of repulsion... there is no room for turning back. It seems that even your own existence is rejected by the world."

"Is it really you?"

"Even I don't trust myself."

Fuxi said calmly, "As long as there is even one exception, you insects will find a way to invade, won't you?"

[Shi] smiled and said, "Then, won't you also be temporarily [excluded] like me?"

Fuxi casually replied, "I will find a way to return."

[Shi] said: "I am the same, but it is a pity that this time I cannot take what I want. Speaking of which, Fuxi, your caution means that Nuwa is also here. I have not seen her for a long time and miss her very much."

Fuxi did not answer, but simply said:

"You have made a mistake in this matter."

"From now on, go back."

Fuxi's sideburns trembled slightly, the ends tinged with a faint gold, and his pupils transformed into dark gold vertical pupils. As he made his calm judgment, [Shi] paused slightly and sighed.

Turning his head, he gave Zhou Yan a deep look, not out of hatred, but to elevate his level of uncertainty to the highest level, and smiled, "It seems, Taoist, that your significance is even greater than that of the [Bai Ze Book]."

"I'm very interested in you, and we'll meet soon."

Zhou Yan, with his white hair, sneered, "Goodbye."

"I can't be bothered to see you."

[Shi] was slightly surprised, then seemed to understand, looked at the young Taoist priest, and smiled: "...You are, Laozi?"

Zhou Yan felt a lump in his throat and cursed, "I was swearing."

[Shi] smiled and nodded, smiling readily, and said, "I have learned a lot. Please allow me to take my leave here first. I did not expect that you would have such a backup plan, with Fuxi as your protector. This time, I will not be able to take you away."

"We will meet again."

"For you, it may be a long time from now, but for me, it won't be like that."

"I will be waiting for you on the [timeline] later."

He said this, and then gave a slight, gentle bow.

Then, his figure didn't fly away or disappear, but rather, like erased words, it was logically deleted and gradually dissipated.

Only then did Zhou Yan exhale, stagger back half a step, and sit down. His white hair was soaked with cold sweat from the immense pressure he had felt.

[History] has always presented a sense of composure.

This made Zhou Yan feel a very strong sense of pressure.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging magical power he had gained through "arduous cultivation" within his body. However, he felt little joy, only a sense of urgency—an enemy of this caliber was not someone who should appear at this stage!

We must become stronger faster.

After the historical record dissipated, Fuxi lowered his eyes, seemingly pondering something.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly is he?"

Fuxi slightly raised his eyes: "In Daoist legends, there are three officials who judge sins, and the Big Dipper brings death," this is his authority; Daoist texts mention the "End of the Dharma Era," and Buddhist texts mention the "Three Great Asamkhya Kalpas."

"All actions are impermanent, this is the law of birth and death; birth and death have ceased, and cessation is bliss."

Fuxi said, “You can think of it this way: the fallen North Pole Purple Emperor is the embodiment of the Buddhist concept of Nirvana and the Taoist concept of the Dharma End. The individual he refers to is the one who specifically addresses the problem of the Dharma End. In Taoist legends, the one who specifically resolves the problem of the Dharma End is called the Taiyi Savior from Suffering Heavenly Venerable.”

"However, unfortunately, this deity has never appeared."

Zhou Yan cursed and said, "Then why doesn't he show up quickly?"

Fuxi looked at him, sighed, and said leisurely:

"Yes, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

With a sweep of his sleeve, Fuxi created a ripple that caused Zhou Yan and the Golden Heavenly King to sway and return to their prime, having previously been in a state of advanced age, nearing the end of their lives.

Zhou Yan could vaguely sense that this was not a reversal of time.

Instead, the incorrect timeline was overwritten.

However, although his body and mind had returned to their youthful state, the feeling that he had just experienced, as if he had cultivated for hundreds of years, was deeply imprinted in Zhou Yan's heart, and his own magical power had not diminished.

Although time was accelerated, he almost died of old age.

However, there were indeed great opportunities.

Wait, why is Fuxi getting closer and closer?
Holy crap, what are you doing?!
Zhou Yan instinctively sensed something was wrong.

As he was thinking, he suddenly noticed a giant hand descending from the sky, its fair hand gripping the young Taoist's forehead. The five fingers were like five pincers, and the sky seemed to press down heavily. Zhou Yan slowly raised his head.

The scene before me was this: a tall man, seemingly as large as heaven and earth, with wildly flowing black hair that resembled twisted giant snakes. His face was indistinct, only large patches of black shadow, and his eyes emitted a blood-red light.

The viscous malice even caused the entire blessed land to shake.

Fuxi looked at Zhou Yan, grinned, revealing sharp teeth and a snake's tongue.

"Now, let's get back to our question..."

Fuxi smiled warmly: "My dear nephew."

"what did you just say?"

(End of this chapter)