The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 330 A name that will last a thousand years, all reduced to a laugh.
Each character radiated an incomparably intense light and divine charm, transforming this event into history, imprinting it with supreme divine power into the second world, and into all the spiritual memories of this world!

Accompanied by a series of fine, cracking sounds.

Cracks appeared on the divine face of Mount Buzhou.

At the same time, the line of text began to shake violently, its edges starting to shimmer and blur; the record was about to collapse.

Mount Buzhou serves as the pillar of heaven and the cornerstone supporting the spiral of the three worlds.

Its status is too high, and its weight is too great.

Even the divinity of Buzhou Mountain itself cannot easily erase these records; it's akin to having someone exert effort to lift themselves up.

Even though he relied on his uniqueness and boldness to go against the flow of time and arrive at the location of the second time record of the ancient era, it was still extremely difficult for him to add a record to the record of this world, and he had to pay a sufficient price.

The divine nature of Buzhou Mountain defied the flow of time, still moving forward step by step, ignoring the cracks that appeared on its face and the fragments that had begun to surge backward under the erosion of the long river of time.

boom! ! !
The divine being of Buzhou Mountain suddenly took another step forward.

boom! ! !
The right arm of the Buzhou Mountain deity shattered and dissipated in the long river of time. The old man groaned, almost shaken by the impact, and nearly collapsed, but his eyes remained fixed on the front.

"It must be changed... Wushan has passed on power and responsibility to him, so I must do my best to eliminate any potential crises."

Only in this way can we ensure that the authority and position of Mount Buzhou will not be stolen.

Only then can we wash away the shame.

Fuxi's calm voice came:
"...To go to such lengths for fame?"

Buzhou Mountain froze, but without turning around, it burst into laughter:

"Reputation is very important!"

"However, the reputation that Wushan values ​​is not my own reputation."

He stretched out his left arm, as if braving a raging storm, and continued forward step by step, saying:
"If it were just me, I would only be ridiculed."

"Because I failed to stop Gonggong...this led to the calamities that followed, and for me, this is the real disgrace. I must reverse all of this..."

Buzhou Mountain exerted all its strength, and Fuxi closed his eyes. Finally, he raised his hand and patted the divine shoulder of Buzhou Mountain. With their combined strength, they imprinted that simple message into the history of the world.

[Since ancient times, the deity of Mount Buzhou, the pillar of heaven, was named—]

【Evolution!】

However, the cause and effect involved in this sentence were too great, and it was once again bombarded and shattered.

It finally stabilized, but the imprinted content had shifted significantly. However, despite the shift, the most important part remained.

Fuxi sighed and helped the deity of Buzhou Mountain revise the text.

In ancient times, the Heavenly Pillar was perfectly formed. The Water God broke the Heavenly Pillar, which became Mount Buzhou, symbolizing Yin and Yang. Buzhou is called the Ultimate, and Zhou is called the Extended.

Zhou is an ancient character that represents completeness and wholeness.

Fuxi changed the name, making the oldest name of Tianzhu Yan.

The deity of Buzhou Mountain looked at the newly added entry in the record representing all things in the world, and saw a young boy sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in the light representing Buzhou Mountain.

One is Buzhou, and the other is Zhou, representing the two energies of Yin and Yang.

Zhou Yan's name will be imprinted on ancient history.

Therefore, he was indeed the reincarnation of the God of Buzhou Mountain.

The divine nature of Buzhou Mountain had accomplished all of this, knowing that it had successors and that it had the responsibility of bearing the heavens and the earth, and that it had successors to support it. So it let out a long breath, finally unable to stand any longer, and staggered to sit cross-legged on this land of time.

"I'm sorry... I'll leave the rest to you."

The handsome young man hummed in agreement.

The god of Buzhou Mountain said, "...We are always like this. Death is just a big dream, but those who survive have to suffer a lot."

"Really..."

Fuxi interrupted him, saying calmly, "Get lost."

The God of Buzhou Mountain looked at the mountain with regret, sorrow, and a trace of pity in his eyes. In the end, he sighed with a sense of relief, as if he had done everything in his power to fulfill his duty. He struggled to sit up straight, just like he had stood in front of the Water God of [Nirvana] on that day.

Mount Buzhou raised its head and laughed three times, then the clouds and smoke dissipated.

Having fulfilled its duty to support all things in the universe and passed on hope, it perished here.

A name that will last a thousand years, vanishes in an instant.

The divine essence of Buzhou Mountain paid a price to complete this imprint. At that moment, a terrifying ripple spread out violently from this center, sweeping across the entire spiritual world. The inscription, which required the divine essence of Buzhou Mountain to dissipate again and required the assistance of Fuxi to complete, was a surging force of cause and effect.

Only Fuxi stood there alone, his hands hanging down behind his back.

Leaving this ancient record once again, I returned to the coordinates corresponding to [Langzhong].

The previous conflict between the deities of Buzhou Mountain and Zhou Yan, as well as Gonggong, caused strong ripples to emanate from this place, attracting many ancient deities wandering in the spiritual world and non-linear timelines.

They longed to pass through this crevice and reach the human world.

Each of them resembles the human race as recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, a mixture of characteristics of mythical beasts and humans, with skin that is either crimson or indigo, feet treading on snakes, and flames coiling around their bodies.

They were even the primordial gods of the same era as Huaxu.

In their eyes, Fuxi was nothing more than a junior.

They had countless allies at this moment, while the human world was only a handsome young man with a snake tail and a human body, yet the two sides presented a peculiar sense of confrontation.

Fuxi's dark golden vertical pupils lowered; this was a deserted place, a place where no one was.

Hua Xu in Langzhong is nothing more than a reflection of a dream, and the divinity of Buzhou Mountain has already dissipated. Perhaps millions of years later, the fragments of Buzhou Mountain will reunite, but for the gods, it will have already died once.

At that time, Buzhou Mountain was merely a "spirit," not a god.

His lips were thin, drooping slightly downwards before pausing and then curving upwards again.

As he looked at those ancient gods and demons.

On that handsome face, there was still no weakness, retreat, or sadness, only unrestrained arrogance and composure, only a power that seemed to have everything under control.

Suddenly, he chuckled softly, the sound rippling through the air. As the laughter subsided, he raised his head, gazing at this spiritual world, at the hidden ancient gods and demons, his expression serene and calm, a casual smile playing on his lips. He said:
"Another old friend has passed away."

Above this second spiritual world, Fuxi smiled alone. Before him were countless ancient beings, and behind him lay the first cornerstone that the ancient gods and demons craved: the human realm, the material world.

His old rivals, those ancient gods and demons, looked at the mortal realm with drooling desire, but when they saw Fuxi in front of them, they were wary. They were actually a little confused and puzzled.

Because long, long ago, the figures in the human world were not just Him.

Back then, there were warm women, laughing men, a heroic and valiant emperor, the gods of Kunlun, and the winds and clouds of the four directions. At that time, Fuxi simply tucked his hands into his sleeves, a smile playing on his lips, wondering if he should go find some more fun sometime, his gentle gaze fixed on Nuwa.

When does it start?

Even though all of Fuxi's friends disappeared one by one, turned against him, perished, or died at his hands, none of the ancient gods and demons could see even the slightest trace of sadness, pain, or weakness in his eyes.

How heartless!

Even the ancient gods and demons who had transcended and detached themselves had this assessment of the man who watched his friends die one by one, and even laughed freely on the day his mother perished, seemingly without any sadness or pain.

"...Xi, you really are a heartless and ruthless scumbag." "He is indeed a dangerous man."

Gazing upon the mortal realm behind them, and the Langzhong border gradually crumbling under the combined pressure of the forces of [Shi], [Li Yuanying], and [Gonggong], the desire in their eyes grew increasingly uncontrollable. They spoke, "Step back, Xi..."

The handsome young man lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Now, there's no need to call me Fuxi." Ripples spread across his body, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand emitted a terrifying light that transcended everything.
"Since you still want to take half a step forward."

Please address me as Taihao.

Before this body lies the reflection of eternity, the record of antiquity.

The snake's tail recedes, concealing its true name, revealing the demeanor of an immortal.

This body is named Fuxi, and its divine status is Taihao.

After this body, one enters the human world.

"Old friends are gone, only—"

"Slay ten more gods and demons as a parting gift!!!"

It is unknown how much time has passed; perhaps it was a long period of time, or perhaps it was just a moment. Time in the second spiritual world is inherently non-linear, and the many ancient gods and demons who were staring at the coordinate node of [Langzhong] have temporarily dispersed.

Blood rain gathered in the sky above this spiritual world and fell continuously.

[Taihao] stood quietly in the rain of blood, his head held high.

Blood rained down on his body, and drops of blood fell from his face, running down the hair at his temples, down the corners of his eyes, down his cheeks, as if he were shedding tears for the departure of his loved ones, for the passing and peaceful rest of his mother.

But all the ancient gods and demons knew this.

Fuxi is ruthless and heartless, without any weakness; he is nothing but a despicable scum. Such a being would never shed a tear.

This was just a bloodbath.

Before the human realm, there is still only this one person.

He opened his eyes, and in his dark golden pupils, there was no sadness, no weakness, no pain, only unbridled joy.

I can only block it with my own body.

I've seen off all my old friends, and all my relatives and friends have died.

Thus, in the ancient times, not even half a step could be taken beyond.

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

Kaiming suddenly realized that the chains had become incredibly heavy on Zhou Yan. The great god of Kunlun Mountain gritted his teeth, roared, and used all his strength to finally pull Zhou Yan's soul out.

Kaiming sat there, panting heavily, his face pale.

"What happened? Why has it become so heavy?"

"Are you still a human being?"

He had a feeling that he was pulling on some ancient, special entity.

Even Kaiming, one of the three gods of Kunlun, felt as if his bones and muscles had fallen apart.

He saw that Zhou Yan, who had been standing quietly, suddenly had ripples erupt from his body. On his left arm, the marks representing Gonggong's erosion spread upwards like venomous snakes, and the chains formed from the remaining gold from Yu the Great's casting of the Nine Tripods quickly bound him.

Finally, he managed to completely seal off the erosion of his left arm.

Kaiming stared at Zhou Yan's state, speechless: "What's wrong with you?"

So Zhou Yan explained the general situation, but when he was about to mention Mount Buzhou, it was as if something was stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to speak or even think of telling anyone else about it.

Once the thought reaches this point, the mind goes completely blank.

My mind is buzzing.

Kaiming stared intently at Zhou Yan, his mind racing. He quickly grasped the situation and hurriedly waved his hand repeatedly, saying, "Stop! Stop! I don't want to know, and you shouldn't say anything! Stop!"

He stared at Zhou Yan's arm, his lips twitching: "Facing Gonggong directly, his mark on you is even stronger, and this water god's killing intent towards you is even heavier. What exactly did you do to make him hate you so much?"

Zhou Yan remained expressionless: "I gave him a huge slap in the face."

"Oh wow, this is a huge trap, difficult..."

"Um???"

"wrong!"

At first, Kaiming seemed to understand and nodded, but after he reacted, his mind realized what his ears had heard. His expression froze, and he stared at Zhou Yan as if he had seen a ghost.

No, what did you do?
Zhou Yan clenched his fist; he was in a particularly unusual state at that moment.

His realm breakthrough, both the Daoist and military lineages have reached the edge of the sixth rank breakthrough, or rather, if he were to use only these two lineages, he would have reached the fifth rank. This is because his Dao foundation is too complex, mixed with many lineages, like a bucket full of water.

The Taoist school has Shi Song's three hundred years of cultivation, and the military school has the story of the deadly battle with Gonggong.

These two are like the long planks of a barrel, but the rest are not enough and are the short planks.

However, the long-standing problem of insufficient mana due to his short cultivation period was finally resolved. In addition, after several battles with the Golden Heavenly King, he learned the techniques of using the Dharma Body True Form from the latter, which greatly improved Zhou Yan's combat endurance.

The lineage of military strategy has also broken through, and new supernatural powers have been mastered.

With a thought, one can condense energy into weapons, turning one weapon into hundreds or thousands, which then rain down on the opponent like a deluge.

If you can actually obtain the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Inclination, then immediately activate the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Inclination.

He became as large as a mountain, and then used the innate divine power of the War Lord to descend from the sky!

Facing Gonggong head-on, although there were various crises, there were also corresponding opportunities. However, at this moment, Zhou Yan suddenly groaned, and layers of blue ripples exploded from his body. The extremely dense power of the water god was faintly connected with the great formation under his feet.

This change exceeded Kaiming's expectations, and his expression changed. He said:
"???The divine power of Water God Gonggong, Shuiyuan!?"

How did you get this on you?!

Layers of light flowed around Zhou Yan as he tried to resist this power, but it was extremely difficult. While experiencing the excruciating pain and the feeling of drowning and suffocation, he said, "I ate a mouthful of Gonggong's water element."

? ? ? !
Kaiming felt that his mind was no longer buzzing.

The Water God is the primordial god of concepts. All the Water Gods of all races point to the same existence. Zhou Yan forcibly swallowed a mouthful of water elemental power. At the level of a conceptual god, this is no different from this guy eating a mouthful of Gonggong's 'flesh and blood'.

Kaiming was speechless for a moment.

Absolutely amazing, absolutely amazing.

This is an even more ancient gourmand than Yu the Great, who recorded the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Even the Taotie would probably have to kneel down and call him "Big Brother" here, having devoured the flesh and blood of a conceptual god...

Kaiming sighed inwardly, but his movements did not stop. He swayed and appeared next to Zhou Yan. He raised his hand and placed it directly on Zhou Yan's shoulder. A clear, jade-like power flowed in and surged into Zhou Yan's body, helping to suppress the power of the Water God.

Kaiming shouted: "Relax and calm your mind!"

He noticed that the power of the water god was trying to fly out of Zhou Yan's flesh and blood. Kaiming suddenly sneered: "You've already eaten it, so why would you spit it out?"

"Kid, team up with me!"

"Digest the concept and flesh of the Water God for me!"

(End of this chapter)