功体不存？

Bai Ze's expression didn't change. "How could I possibly know?"

He scratched his head, chuckling dryly. "Ahahaha, Fuxi, are you kidding me?"

Fuxi turned around, seemingly unconcerned. "Just curious. After all, a being born sacred should naturally possess a gongti (internal power), and one achieved naturally, unlike the arduous cultivation of others, perfectly seamless. Could it be that your gongti was eaten by a dog?"

Bai Ze shook his head. "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

He shook his head like a rattle-drum. "How could I have done that?"

"Ahahaha, Fuxi, you serpent."

"Always joking!"

Fuxi remained noncommittal.

"Just curious. If you don't want to say, then I'm not the type to pry into everything. I'll figure it out myself. But considering the timing, Ming You Jian Yuan (Clairvoyant Vision), after you received the message, rushed to the South Sea, and Ge Yuan Dong Jian (Penetrating Vision) had an accident. At that time, in the South Sea, it seemed you were the only one holding the fort."

"So, Bai Ze, what exactly were you involved in back then?"

"And what did you experience?"

"That involved Zhurong, Truth, Turbidity, the Human race, Kunlun, and the Ge Yuan Dong Jian (Penetrating Vision) likely having problems after being ambushed. So many forces, and you could maneuver among them, even escape unscathed. You're not as useless as you make yourself out to be."

Bai Ze's lips twitched. "Because that wasn't me at all."

Fuxi didn't answer, but simply nodded, signaling Bai Ze to follow him.

Bai Ze sighed.

He followed behind, crestfallen and listless.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, pretending to slam it down on his head, his mouth twitching. "Serves you right for back then..."

But as he was about to strike, he held back.

In the end, he just messed up his curly, multicolored hair.

"Really, don't want to go."

"Don't want to go ah ah ah ah ah!"

"I want to slack off! No overtime!"

Even less did he want to deal with the mess left behind thousands of years ago!

It was like a program that had been running for thousands of years, and they were forcing him to fix the bugs. Why couldn't they fix it themselves!

Me from the past.

What exactly were you doing!

……………………

South Sea, Land of Zhurong.

Zhurong, dressed in red, stepped into his residence, but surprisingly, while the Heavenly Emperor had Heavenly Emperor Mountain, suspended above the myriad realms, pulled by stars and swaying in space; and the Queen Mother of the West had Kunlun Mountain, with its ten thousand li of jade dragons and snow-covered pythons, Zhurong's residence was an extremely ordinary place.

Just a slightly larger courtyard.

Ancient cyan cypresses, faint green moss, and bluestone slabs stretched out. As Zhurong, in his crimson robes, stepped into the courtyard, it seemed as though he was stained with the amber light of passing years, becoming dull. He raised his eyes to look at the dark clouds in the sky and heavily slapped his cheek.

The aloofness of a god dissipated, and he regained his former gentleness.

Stepping inside, he walked past pavilions and towers. The guards outside the courtyard bowed deeply to him. If Wei Yuan were here, even the dignified Yuanshi Tianzun would be astonished because the tall, imposing figure with three heads was none other than the Three-Headed Country warrior they had first encountered in the South Sea, who had died in battle.

And upon closer inspection, the surrounding warriors were also those who should have died in battle.

But now, not only were they uninjured and not dead, but they were also full of energy, clearly having not experienced any recent battles. Zhurong nodded, walked past these warriors, and then gently knocked on the door in front of the courtyard. Soon, footsteps came from inside.

With a rustle, the door was opened.

A gentle voice called out, "You're back?"

It was a woman dressed plainly, but still beautiful, with a bright and warm smile. Zhurong nodded slightly, his voice gentle. "I'm back, and I brought back some of your favorite snacks." He placed the things on the table and then personally went to wash his hands to prepare some food. The woman just sat at the table, propping her chin with one hand, using a silver hairpin to pick at the wick of the lamp.

Zhurong placed the snacks on the table.

The fragrance gradually spread, and the woman suddenly said, "I want to see Changqin."

Zhurong paused, his voice gentle. "Don't worry, there will be time to see him in the future."

"Where is Changqin now?"

Zhurong's voice was gentle. "I found him a very good teacher."

"He's currently cultivating under his teacher."

"When he has learned his skills, he will naturally come to see you."

The woman nodded, "It's more important for children to learn things."

She said, "I just don't know if Changqin will eat well there? Is he wearing enough clothes? I hope he doesn't catch a cold."

She was weaving a belt, with twelve fiery dragons entwined on it, even the silk thread seemed to be permeated with traces of crimson flames. The belt was being woven slowly, but it had already reached the final part. Zhurong brought out the food, just two bowls of noodles for an ordinary family.

Scallions were sprinkled on top, and two poached eggs were placed on top.

Zhurong, dressed in ordinary clothes, placed the noodles on the table, his voice gentle. "Eat first."

"It's getting dark, don't weave when it's dark."

"It's bad for your eyes."

"Yeah."

She took the chopsticks, smiling, and teased, "But, this is a rare occasion for you to cook, I have to tell you, I'm very good at these pastries, so I have very high requirements for them, if it doesn't taste good, I'm going to pick on you."

She stretched out her chopsticks and put a chopstickful in her mouth, then froze.

She felt that even this simple bowl of noodles tasted especially rich.

All kinds of simple seasonings, but just right.

Perfectly harmonious, it could be called a peerless delicacy.

Zhurong smiled gently. "How is it?"

The woman opened her mouth, and finally managed to say, with some unwillingness, "...It's, it's okay."

"I'll count this time as you winning."

She suddenly felt a little frustrated, feeling that she had failed in cooking, which made her gnash her teeth.

Zhurong laughed and said, "Eat."

While eating, the woman chatted with Zhurong about some happy things, and then looked outside, and said wistfully:

"It's been cloudy for so long, when will it clear up?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, "When it clears up outside, we can go for a walk, relax, go see the peach tree in Xuanyuan Hill, go see the starry sky, go see the waves overseas, anyway, I hope it clears up soon." She closed her eyes, pretending to pray, and then secretly opened one eye, quietly looking at Zhurong over there.

Zhurong just looked at her with a smile.

Then nodded in agreement:

"When it clears up, I'll take you out."

"Okay, good!"

The woman smiled brightly, jumped up lightly, hugged Zhurong with her arms, and then walked inside with a light step, carrying a book roll behind her back, not noticing the grief that appeared on Zhurong's face, and the last bit of determination.

Zhurong whispered, "...When it clears up."

If Truth were still here, He would never believe it.

Here, it should have been Zhurong who fell into some kind of truth.

And now it seemed that the existence in the truth controlled by Truth was brought out by Zhurong!

Truth's design.

Was actually used in reverse by Zhurong!

Zhurong watched his wife leave, washing the dishes one by one like a mortal.

Finally, he carried a bowl of noodles and walked to the back of the courtyard, crossing a bluestone rockery, and golden-red ripples spread out. Suddenly, a spatial rift appeared in front of him, and he walked into another space, which was deep and mysterious. The spatial structure was extremely hard and firm, and it could not be detected by ordinary means, nor could it be reached by ordinary means.

The power of the law permeated and spread, and it faintly had the aura of the end of all laws.

Even, it was the land of the annihilation of all laws.

Zhurong placed the noodles in his hand on the ground and gently placed the chopsticks on top.

In front, in this place isolated from all realms, there was actually another person.

Wearing a faded blue shirt, sitting on a bluestone, his white hair falling to the ground, he raised his head and smiled at the front:

His temperament was as gentle as jade, and his voice was gentle and kind.

"You're here."

Zhurong said plainly, "I always have to come and see you..."

He looked at the smiling white-haired figure in front of him, and saw that even in this situation, the other party's face was still calm and indifferent, without any anger. He suddenly thought of the experience thousands of years ago, when he tried to set foot on the top ten peaks, and with the qualification of Daoguo (Fruit of the Dao), he simultaneously existed in the past, present, and future, and then wanted to change the past.

He wanted to bring his wife from the past to the present timeline.

He wanted to save more other people.

But every time it was failure, failure, and more and more tragic failure.

Even if He was enough to withstand the causal backlash caused by changing the past and changing history.

But sadly, His wife was not qualified to withstand the impact of the rapid loss of time.

Every time He watched his loved ones pass away in front of his eyes, the impact on his heart was enormous. In addition, the backlash brought about by repeatedly changing the trajectory of the past years caused even Zhurong to be injured. At that time, he encountered Truth. If it weren't for the white-haired man in front of him who stepped into the waves and broke Truth's method at the most critical moment, He might have already turned into a puppet.

At that time, Truth couldn't believe it.

And the white-haired figure who appeared calmly with the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand when the beasts were terrified, was so strong in aura.

And that sentence,

"Just come to see an old friend."

Because he came at the right time, even one of the top ten peaks was forced back by Him.

His demeanor was calm, and even in Zhurong's memory, not many people could surpass him.

The so-called understanding of all things and all laws, and applying it to battle, is extremely terrifying to break all the supernatural powers in the world, and break all the laws in the world!

"Eat, Bai Ze."

Zhurong said slowly.

The youth trapped here raised his eyes, his expression gentle, his white hair was three thousand zhang (a unit of length), and when he moved, his body was entwined with unparalleled chains of flames. When he didn't move, he emitted a hot aura, and even his white hair was entangled by golden-red chains. Bai Ze smiled and said:

"It's you."

"The Fire Official of Shenzhou, Yanhuang Zhurong."

ps: Today's second update... three thousand two hundred words