Fate, time, cause and effect—countless possibilities coalesced into a surging river.

A middle-aged man with a calm and gentle expression sat cross-legged beside this [Long River], fishing for the myriad worlds. The white-haired Daoist seemed to have been asleep for a long time, or perhaps it was only a moment. In his self-perception, he had only blocked a blow for Xian, who had lost his memory, and then lost consciousness.

Looking at the surging river before him, seeing the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar middle-aged man.

"...Huantian?"

"You're not dead?"

The white-haired Daoist should have been astonished, but at this moment, the emotions in his heart were like a clear, cold spring.

Reflecting the myriad worlds, without the slightest ripple.

The middle-aged man put down his fishing rod, turned his head to look at him, and replied with a smile, "Heh... Huantian has naturally already died. He took an impossible step and then died. As for me, although I originate from him, I am not 'him'."

The white-haired Daoist stepped forward to the vast river and sat down as well.

Seeing that each drop of water represented a scene, representing love, hatred, and sorrow, surging and turbulent, like the Great Dao, constantly operating, he said, "What do you mean?" The middle-aged man looked at him and smiled helplessly, "Shouldn't you already have some guesses in your heart?"

"Since I've already guessed a bit, do you still need me to say it myself?"

A fish leaped out of the river.

Then it crashed back down.

Ripples appeared on the water surface, and the middle-aged man's voice was gentle and calm: "I am just a shadow left behind by [Huantian], indifferent to life and death. Since he saw the impossible scenery and left his reflection in the realm that only the Ten Greats can set foot in, he can resolve some matters."

"My relationship with Him is roughly like this."

Wei Yuan's expression didn't change much.

Just a shadow.

Like the level of residue that an ordinary person reflects in a mirror...

It is Him, but in the end, no longer him.

After a long while, the white-haired Daoist said, "Then at least you count as Huantian in that instant."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and nodded gently, "If you don't look at the foundation and don't observe the cornerstone of existence, only look at the surface, then that is indeed the case."

The poisonous tongue and ruthlessness are also very similar.

The white-haired Daoist rubbed his brow and said, "So, what happened to me?"

"You just said that this is outside of fate, where only the Ten Greats can set foot. How did I appear here? What happened afterwards?"

"Also, what exactly are that letter you left behind, and this fragment of the sky?"

Wei Yuan asked a series of questions in one breath. The shadow of Huantian pondered for a moment and said:

"You have too many questions, and I can only answer them one by one. First of all, that letter... just like the message he left behind at the time, it is a [gift], it is His [gift] for you..."

The white-haired Daoist narrowed his eyes: "An opportunity for the Ten Great Realms?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said gently, "Yes, you are the only one among my friends who is not in this realm."

"A bit embarrassing."

The corner of the white-haired Daoist's eye twitched.

You t/

"He is not you, at least, not only you."

The shadow of Huantian thought for a moment, and said gently and refinedly: "Well... in terms of state of mind alone, going through tribulations and reincarnations for five thousand years of tempering is commendable. In human terms, the current situation of a fellow Daoist is probably like secretly cooking the rice before proposing marriage, so you can only 'get on the bus first and then buy the ticket'."

"But no matter what, stepping into this realm is still stepping into this realm."

"No matter how weak the peak of the Ten Greats is, it is still the peak of the Ten Greats..."

The shadow of Huantian pointed to the surging river, which was formed by the gathering of years, destinies, and the laws of eternity. It was definitely not the level of the Heavenly Dao at the end of myriad laws that Fuxi had defeated, but the foundation of the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, the heavens and myriad realms, the core of everything, and said:

"If you were to use your style, this would be called the [Dao]."

"The heavens and myriad realms, all possibilities, are just a branch of this river, and even eras parallel to time exist."

"Everything is reflected here, everything exists here, Fellow Daoist, please."

The middle-aged man said gently, "Here, leave your name."

His temperament finally had the appearance of that old friend:

"This is the meaning of me staying here."

The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said gently, "Announce to the heavens and myriad realms, all living beings, with the Great Dao."

"Heavenly Venerate, peak of the Ten Greats."

"Today, another one is added!"

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

I need to sort out the following outline, so today's update is relatively late~