Chapter 1 Seeds of Discord

The seeds of discord in Sakurajima have already been sown.

Anyone can see that easily.

Like a crown without an owner falling into the hands of the people, supreme power can be possessed by anyone.

Whether in the East or the West, such things always bring much iron and blood, betrayal and humanity. At least for the Transcendent world, this is the beginning of chaos, but it does not affect what is happening now.

From a distance, the cloud fluctuations caused by Takamagahara's fall, and the residual light of that sword, were all broadcast and forwarded. The violent sword energy tore at the tail end of the streamer. Seen from the east coast, it was like a fiery cloud stretching for thousands of miles, magnificent and beautiful.

This is fireworks blooming with the future of a pantheon.

Will anyone successfully propose or confess their love in such a scene today…?

In this solemn and even slightly tragic atmosphere, Wei Yuan was thinking about irrelevant topics. He felt that he should straighten his back, hold his sword, and look down upon those Sakurajima cultivators who were crying out of fear and weakness with a heroic spirit. But even the heart of a hero only thinks about some mundane words and things.

For example, from this angle, Takamagahara looks like a broken soft-boiled egg, with the yolk flowing out softly. If it were mixed with cooked noodles, it would taste very good.

Of course, from the direction of Shenzhou, such scenery should be very magnificent. Perhaps many people will take pictures, and perhaps some will successfully get together. In that case, he and the entire Takamagahara can be considered matchmakers.

This pantheon can be considered to have some beautiful value.

Wei Yuan didn't sheathe his sword, but just walked forward with it in his hand. He walked very slowly.

Everyone silently and respectfully made way for him.

Beneath the magnificence of the destruction of a pantheon in the sky, the Eastern cultivator who was leaving calmly had a faint golden light on his face and a straight back. The low鸣 of the wind blowing past the sword blade could be heard, making people feel fearful. This scene was like Moses, the saint who parted the sea in legends, except this time it was the sky that was split by a sword, and no longer humans begging for the power of God.

The little Daoist, A Xuan, blankly watched Wei Yuan while holding his wooden sword.

So amazing…

It's just like a story.

At this moment, a voice gritting its teeth came from the little Daoist's ear:

"Support me."

Huh?!

A Xuan was stunned.

He was pulled back from the atmosphere as if he was in some kind of story.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and his eyes signaled wildly.

In the end, he could only transmit sound silently.

"My legs are weak."

Little Daoist: "??!"

Wei Yuan leaned on A Xuan to steady himself.

The ancient fighting style directly drained almost all of his strength. At this time, he was very much like being sprawled on the sofa, and then letting a water ghost hand him a glass of iced happy water, but this would undoubtedly lead to a makeup exam from the ancient five-person group after falling asleep.

Just imagining Xing Tian laughing loudly and patting him on the shoulder, while saying cheerfully:

"It doesn't matter."

"You think your endurance is insufficient just because you are not used to this state yet."

"You'll get used to it after a few more times."

"Hahahaha, little guy, you have to stand up."

"But don't worry, we will help you."

And in the background were the ancient five villains laughing wildly.

Just thinking of that picture, Wei Yuan felt a powerful force emerge from his body again, supporting him to stand firm. In any case, he couldn't lose face. Losing his face was equivalent to Yan Huang losing face, and Yan Huang losing face was equivalent to Xing Tian also losing face.

And if Xing Tian also lost face, he would take off his head.

Wei Yuan paused and looked at the people from the other forces. After pondering for a while, he said in his habitual gentle tone:

"There is no chance to chat more today."

"If I have time later, I will take the initiative to visit."

However, he didn't know that when he spoke with a tense aura, the appearance of the remaining ancient true spirits could be vaguely seen behind him, smiling at everyone while speaking. This was an imprint left by a long period of coexistence, and to some extent, it was in sync with Wei Yuan's current state.

The traces left by Xuanyuan, Yan Emperor, and Zhurong were still fine, with cheerful and normal smiles.

A certain headless war god and a certain iron-headed war god grinned expressionlessly while rubbing the blades of their battle axes.

Plus the collapsing Takamagahara behind him.

It directly brought this style to a place eight lifetimes away.

Gray-robed mage: "??!"

Simulacrum angel: "??!"

They all gasped in unison.

No!

You are too polite!

Please don't come!

In the end, Wei Yuan relied on A Xuan to avoid revealing his weakness, and walked down the mountain step by step.

His hand softened, and the sword fell directly to the ground. He sat directly on the wheelchair.

Wheelchair comes, wheelchair goes.

I am Wei Yuan from Quanzhou.

Business trip completed.

After recovering, Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone and found the Crying Cat Head.

After pondering for a while, he first typed a long paragraph, saying that he didn't want to play like this at all. No one thought that guy would be so brave, directly invading his dream. He didn't know much about Sakurajima's ancient mythology. He really wanted to ask Zhang Ruosu, was Izanami always so brave?

But in the end, he deleted all the long paragraphs.

He typed only a few words.

"Takamagahara is gone."

He also sent a cat head thumbs up emoji.

Waiting for Zhang Ruosu's reply.

…………………………

At this moment, unknown to Wei Yuan.

In front of Celestial Master Zhang Ruosu, a illusory figure of a white-haired woman appeared, with an elegant and gentle temperament. She made a suggestion to Zhang Ruosu. Zhang Ruosu pondered for a while and stroked his beard, saying, "This poor Daoist still believes that this matter should be handled by Daoist Wei himself."

"Even this matter."

Just now, Nüjiao came to him, hoping to do something that would be kept secret from Wei Yuan.

"No matter what he asks you to do, you can help him, but you can't tell him that Jue is also preparing a gift." Nüjiao's tone was relaxed, but Zhang Ruosu did not agree.

"This is not in line with this poor Daoist's thinking."

The old Celestial Master with white hair and beard had a gentle expression and a firm attitude.

Even if the avatar in front of him came from Nüjiao during the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Just as the atmosphere between the two was slightly stagnant and沉凝, Zhang Ruosu's mobile phone rang with a ding-dong sound. The old Daoist nodded politely and said with a smile, "Please wait a moment, Lord of Qingqiu. This poor Daoist will check a message, probably from Curator Wei..."

Zhang Ruosu opened the chat software.

Zhang Ruosu saw the five words sent by Wei Yuan.

The old Daoist's smiling face slowly froze.

Zhang Ruosu silently put down his phone and looked at Nüjiao.

"What kind of job is it?"

The screen in the old Daoist's hand was crushed again:

"This one, this poor Daoist will do it."

At the same time, Nüjiao successfully persuaded all the members of the entire chat group. Not to mention the socially dead water ghost, the most difficult Wuzhiqi was extremely pleased to make things difficult for Wei. Of course, Nüjiao didn't lie to him. The result is yet to be seen, but from the process, it is indeed to make things difficult.

In the flower shop.

Jue put down her phone and began to think about what to give.

Flowers or books?

While she was thinking, a voice came from outside the door.

Opening the door.

Ehuang and Nüying came without knowing when.

Ehuang's expression was gentle, and her tone did not have the slightest flaw.

"We just happened to be passing by Quanzhou and thought we hadn't seen you for a long time, so we came to see you."

Jue didn't think much and invited them in.

After a while, the knocking sound rang again.

Outside the door was Yu Ji, a heroic woman in red.

After a while, everyone in the house looked at each other. Yu Ji coughed lightly and looked at the frowning and thinking goddess, casually saying, "Jue, you seem to be troubled by something. If you want to say something, you can talk about it. We can also help."

Jue briefly explained the matter in a soft voice, saying, "If converted to the Zhuanxu calendar, the day after tomorrow is when I first met Yuan. Witch Nüjiao said, should we prepare some gifts for such a long-time friend?"

The three people next to her looked at each other.

The knocking sound rang outside the door.

A water ghost dressed as a butler brought happy water and then left.

He took out his mobile phone.

……………………

And at this time.

Wei Yuan opened his mobile phone and received a creepy smiling emoji from Celestial Master Zhang.

At this time, he realized that the chat group he had pulled before had suddenly added a lot of messages. He was a little curious, after all, most people in this group were潜水, and occasionally only Feng Siyu would send some food photos.

He opened the chat group.

Then the expression on his face slowly solidified.

"You have been removed from the group chat."

"???"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

What is this situation?

He directly found Nüjiao: "Witch Nüjiao, what's wrong with the group?"

Witch Nüjiao's reply was always a smile.

Even without answering, Wei Yuan seemed to hear her saying in that playful tone, guess?

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he sent a message to Zhang Ruosu with a tangled face: "Daoist Zhang."

"I have something that I can't do by myself in a short time. I may need your help."

He also found Wuzhiqi.

"Ten platform games, do you want to do it?"

At this time, Feng Siyu was holding her mobile phone, with her back turned, and quickly communicating.

In Qingqiu, Nüjiao drank a cup of tea.

On her mobile phone was a message from Jue, hoping that she could keep the gift a secret and not tell Wei Yuan.

"Of course, no problem." Nüjiao replied with a smile in her eyes that were slightly upturned, "I swear in the name of Qingqiu that I will not say a word to Yuan."

Under some coincidental and deliberately guided developments, neither Wei Yuan nor the heavenly maiden knew anything about each other's preparations, just like the two people who were about to meet in a handover, and Nüjiao, who perfectly maintained the spirit of the contract, also upheld the means of women who can hang up the contract and beat it, transcending the contract.

The white-haired nine-tailed fox happily watched the development of the matter.

It is difficult to say whether this is because the desire to bring the two together is stronger, or whether she simply finds the matter interesting and wants to see what happens next.

"Rare and interesting things in five thousand years."

If Qi saw the smile on Nüjiao's face, he would leave a farewell letter to Yuan and Yu in the shortest time, saying that he would come back to collect their corpses and attach two tombstones, and then carry his package and run away.

Nüjiao opened her mobile phone and sent out messages quickly.

"Cola, snacks, do you know what you are going to do?"

Feng Siyu looked at Wei, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a tangled face, and began to contact Wuzhiqi and Zhang Ruosu, thinking about how to get the gift in a short time, and silently glanced at her mobile phone.

"Snacks received."

The water ghost, wearing a butler's uniform, propped up his plain glasses with his middle finger while wiping a goblet.

The movie channel was showing the movie *Bombing Tokyo*.

This channel is always so appropriate.

The water ghost put down the goblet he bought with three months' salary, poured in the happy water, adjusted it to the best angle, so that the surface of the cola exuded a crystal clear taste, glanced at the flower shop, where the people inside were concentrating their wisdom to think about gifts for Jue, withdrew his gaze, and then replied.

"Cola received."

ps: Chapter 1...three thousand four hundred words, thank you for saying she's cold, thank you~

Also, help a book friend in the group promote a book. I always forget these days. Have I already become old and decayed, and my memory has greatly declined? *Reborn as a Peach, Being Eavesdropped on by the Monkey King*

I, Old Sun, am going to retreat and cultivate. If I don't prove the Great Dao, I will never leave the mountain.