Chapter 1 The Burden of the World

The white-haired Daoist paced through the desolate Yuxu Palace. This place was originally a remote and barren small world where Fuxi had thrown him into the past. Later, through the 'Yaochi Palace,' and the repeated visits of his friends Huntian and Houtu, who brought spiritual materials, the small world's level gradually increased.

Of course, the greatest benefit came from the two enthusiastic "deliverymen," Rùshōu and Jùmáng.

The small world tearfully licked its loot box.

The death of a single god could make a world prosper for a thousand years.

These two directly sent over a super beginner's gift pack.

They were simply too enthusiastic.

The Daoist sat down on the bluestone he often used. That wisp of Heaven's Qi flowed, transforming into a stream of light that circled around him, equivalent to directly covering a layer of [World's Firmament]-level defense around him. Any attack that wanted to hit the Daoist's main body would have to first break through the projection of an entire ancient great world.

Well, even if it couldn't compare to Shi Yi's blood-locking ability, it was still a top-tier defensive measure.

It might even be stronger in terms of pure defense.

It was just a pity that such a [Firmament Surrounding the Body] was an external force, with various limitations and the possibility of being broken. For example, Old Buzhou Mountain could backhand slap this high-level defensive magic treasure away, sending it flying for thirty thousand years.

And Old Buzhou's slap could lower Shi Yi's health bar.

But Shi Yi would definitely remain expressionless and then gather strength for a backhand slap in return.

An honest person, there was no way around it.

Wei Yuan set up defenses for himself. A strand of his consciousness crossed the years. His main body was already dead. His current state was more akin to the existence of Innate Qi. A bit of true spirit roamed the long river, arrived in the past, and then reshaped the body in the past with the [Innate Qi] of that era.

This was much simpler than relying on a flesh-and-blood body to return to the past.

Old Buzhou didn't understand supernatural powers like time reversal at all, but time-related spells were also completely ineffective against him. At this moment, he was just imitating Fuxi's method of throwing a strand of his consciousness into the past. As for the method, of course, he saw it from Fuxi.

Before him were strands of cause-and-effect lines emitting mysterious light.

Wei Yuan accurately grasped the strand representing Jia Yi, but at this moment, his movements paused. He thought of something he wanted to try. After a moment of contemplation, he slightly closed his five fingers, and then rotated and closed his wrist. The strands of cause and effect scattered, and suddenly, an extremely bright and warm ray of light emerged.

The Daoist's five fingers were loosely gathered, covering it under his palm.

Gathering forms, scattering becomes Qi. He leisurely took a step and had already appeared in the past ten thousand years ago, appearing in this past that was not stained by the cause and effect of the great era. It was just that the first time he appeared, his landing point was slightly off, and he stood in the [gap] between the small world and the Great Wilderness.

It was just that, for some unknown reason, the spatial rift storm that was enough to swallow everything and tear apart divine weapons completely avoided the Daoist, and even the sleeves of his blue shirt were clean and tidy.

The previous manipulation of cause and effect, [Words becoming law], had been greatly improved and understood after stepping into this realm. The probability of everything harmful to the Daoist would be reduced to infinitely close to impossible, and the probability of everything beneficial to him would be greatly increased.

Except for picking up money.

The white-haired Daoist smiled self-deprecatingly. After all, he was a poor ghost rejected by the Great Dao.

Heaven and earth all felt that he was poor.

Thinking of the 'Yuxu Yuanshi, rich in the world' that had collapsed and dissipated on the main trunk of the Great Dao, the Daoist supported his forehead and laughed self-deprecatingly, "What's this called? This is called being professionally poor, so poor that even the Great Dao is obliterated..."

The barrier of the Yuxu Palace in the distance rippled slightly.

The Daoist's distracting thoughts naturally disappeared. He saw Jia Yi standing there, saw a woman in a light-colored dress with a gentle expression, saw her nod to Jia Yi, and turn to leave. A trace of ripples flashed in the Daoist's eyes.

Sure enough, it was possible...

Since he could grasp Jia Yi, then using Jia Yi's cause and effect to arrive at the time when [Houtu] took the initiative to find Jia Yi seemed to have a certain possibility. Although Huntian said that it was impossible to do so, Huntian should also know.

Curator Wei was never the type to give up just because you said so.

He took a slight breath and rushed towards there. This was the rift between worlds, and it was actually extremely vast. The Daoist's speed was already extremely fast, and he appeared outside the Yuxu Palace world in just a moment, but he was half a step late, and [Houtu] also happened to leave this space at the same time.

The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes and saw that Jia Yi had already returned. He pondered in his heart, still unwilling to give up.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the line of cause and effect.

He took another half step, and his divine soul gathered, scattered, and left.

………………

A prosperous and lively village.

Of course, this prosperity and liveliness was only relative to the current barbaric and ancient era. In the eyes of later generations ten thousand years later, this was almost just a village. The white-haired Daoist looked around and could see that this should be a human tribe of this era.

Everything was still in its initial state.

He saw the people of this era working hard to survive on the earth.

"Stone house..."

The white-haired Daoist stood here, looking at the surrounding environment, and vaguely understood something in his heart. He stepped forward and came to an ordinary stone house. The aura of [Hou] remained nearby, but there was no sign of anyone. From the perspective of cause and effect, Houtu had just been here.

Wei Yuan waved his sleeves and swept across the area, and the original Qi changed, evolving what had happened before.

Of course, he couldn't evolve Houtu.

He could only use the reactions of the other ordinary humans to infer Houtu's experiences.

He saw individual humans coming here, saw them sincerely begging for healing and asking about the Dao of the Earth, saw them hoping for a bountiful year and hoping that the earth would become more fertile. Although the Daoist could not see her, he could infer that Houtu often transformed into a human and walked among the people.

'Houtu Huangdiqi...'

"A god extremely respected by both the Daoist sect and the secular world, the only female god whose status can be compared to Nüwa, bearing virtue and carrying all things..."

"Worthy of you..."

"Her personality is so good that even that scumbag snake wouldn't be wary of her."

The Daoist sighed, thought for a while, and reached out to leave text on the stone table.

He wanted to see if he could connect with Houtu in this way, but when his hand landed on the stone table, the stone material that should have been incomparably hard turned into dust in an instant. The white-haired Daoist thought silently and had to give up this method.

One step short...

He grasped Houtu's aura and took another step.

He arrived at the place where the gods of this era gathered, but he was still one step short. He could sense Houtu's aura, but he couldn't see her himself. He frowned slightly.

Again, only one step short?

He clenched his five fingers, and the spiritual light flowed, and his pupils converged with divine light.

[He saw] what had happened a moment ago.

From afar, he saw the woman wearing a long dress walking in the place where the gods exchanged information and spiritual materials. He saw her slowly picking out some things. The woman was looking at a spiritual material emitting a rich spiritual light.

"How much does this cost?"

The opposite god said unceremoniously, "This one is the core of an entire small world. It is the spiritual hub that supports the foundation of that world. As long as it is planted in any place, no matter how barren it is, the spiritual Qi will slowly become rich."

"I need to use some special spiritual materials. See if you have any..."

He said several names in a row.

The Daoist, who perceived this exchange in the 'future', twitched at the corner of his mouth. The price given by the other party was far higher than the value of this thing. Damn, how come there are profiteers even in the mythical era?

Houtu, calm down. You're being ripped off!

Then he saw Houtu take out the spiritual materials without hesitation and exchange them for what she needed.

"Well, the spiritual Qi in the Yuxu Palace is thin, and this thing will come in handy."

The woman in yellow muttered to herself and walked lightly.

Walking among the stalls.

"This armor is majestic. If it is mounted on a mechanism, it will definitely look good."

"For Jia Yi."

"This jade pendant looks quite gentle and elegant, for Ah Wa."

"This long sword has a sharp edge, given to the Western Emperor."

"Seawater wine, given to Zhulong..."

After time, the Daoist looked at the woman who had walked lightly here a moment ago, not showing much guard against the other gods in her heart, and bought one treasure after another. He saw her finally walk to a Wu Mountain god's merchant, and saw one treasure after another of the ancestor of Wu Mountain.

"Heh..., I wonder, what does this god want to buy?"

The old man-faced Wu God, with a mysterious smile, said, "The treasures refined in our place can pray for blessings and remove disasters, and can also predict people's fate. There is nothing that cannot be calculated, and there is nothing that is not known." "How about it? Does this god want to pray for blessings and remove disasters?"

The woman said frankly and gently:

"We walk in the world, and the so-called blessings and misfortunes are all determined by one's own heart and actions."

"How can we place our hopes on external things."

"Only holding a sword in hand, breaking through barriers, with no regrets in life or death."

"This is what a friend of mine said, and I also think it makes a lot of sense."

The Wu God opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment. He could hear that the woman in front of him was reminding him to follow the Great Dao, rather than placing his hopes on these trivial matters. She was clearly saying resolute things, but her tone was so gentle that it didn't give rise to distracting thoughts.

But she immediately took out the spiritual material, placed it on the table, and said gently:

"However, I still want the best one for me."/

The Wu God was surprised and hesitated: "Didn't you say that you don't believe in these things?"

"What I said just now is naturally true." The woman's voice was gentle and said, "Even so, in some things, I am still willing to hold onto a little hope." She put down the spiritual material for the price, engraved her own spiritual patterns, and clasped the amulet emitting spiritual light in her hands.

Her eyes closed, and her expression was gentle.

"First, I wish that all living beings have no regrets, and that all things have freedom."

"Second, I wish that Huntian can prove the Dao without regrets."

"Third, I wish that Ah Yuan's Great Dao will be smooth..."

"Ah Yuan, Huntian, are these your friends?"

The Wushan God asked in confusion. He was originally a solitary and indifferent person, but at this moment, facing this woman, he still sighed and said with a little pity: "I have real divine treasures here that may help you find them."

"No need..."

"Huh? But, I see that you really want to see them, don't you?"

The Wushan God persuaded: "In my opinion, you haven't seen each other for a long time, have you?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here. Don't you want to chat with your friends about your experiences and watch flowers under the moon with them?"

The woman wearing a light-colored dress had a gentle expression and said, "They are friends, but even more so, they are Daoists, so I hope that they can be well in everything. Your kind of treasures must need to find their cause and effect, so it may disturb them."

"The so-called Daoists should walk the Great Dao together."

"If they are truly without regrets and move forward on the Great Dao, then whether I see them or not, I am happy; if it affects their search for the Dao, then no matter whether I see them or not, no matter how I live, I am not happy."

The woman's gentleness carried the resoluteness of the Great Dao:

"The Great Dao moves slowly, my Dao is not lonely."

"If we meet, there will be joy; if we do not meet, then I will walk forward alone."

"We people, how have we ever been lonely? Why do we need to see each other every day..."

Her voice paused slightly, and then she said softly: "However, even so, I still hope that he can be without regrets, and I hope that he can be smooth."

She clasped the Wushan God's treasure in her hands and muttered softly.

The Daoist stood in the future of this time, watching the woman in the past close her eyes, watching her whisper piously, her expression complex, and her blue robe moved slightly.

"Daoist..."