Stepping out of Qianling.

The God of Supporting Heaven, Chong, showed no change in his heavy face.

He thought for a moment, took out his phone, and first contacted the Twelve Yuanchen. He turned on the phone, but all that came from the other side was a soft, lazy voice, as if clapping, like the panting of running on a treadmill. The God of Heaven, Chong, crushed the phone without changing his expression.

Damn waste.

No different from that bullshit Da Song divine art that made Emperor Wu Zhen useless.

The God of Supporting Heaven then took out another phone and contacted another teammate.

Soon, Shi Yi, the God of Years from the Age of Gods, answered the phone:

"Hello, this is Chong."

The God of Supporting Heaven explained the general situation, and then slowly said, "Shi Yi, do you want to act with me this time?" Shi Yi's voice did not hesitate: "No, I have an urgent task here today, three hundred more orders."

The God of Supporting Heaven: "…………"

"Thank you, that'll be two hundred yuan, here's seventeen yuan and fifty cents in change, please keep it."

"Oh my, young man, you're so handsome, want to have a cup of coffee with Auntie this afternoon?"

"Auntie's place is quite big."

"No, thank you, the place where I live is also very big."

"Oh? How big?"

"Between heaven and earth, in the gaps of time."

"Pfft, giggle, young man, you're such a joker."

Chong was silent, thinking of the strange sounds from the phone earlier, and the male escort services he seemed to have occasionally heard about in the modern world. His expression was strange, and after thinking for a while, he still carefully chose his words:

"Shi Yi, what kind of work are you doing now..."

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell me."

"If it really doesn't work, I still have some gold and gems now."

Shi Yi's tone was calm: "I'm slacking off."

"Huh?!"

Shi Yi paused and said, "I'm at the aquatic market now, selling fish."

"I have a fish in my hand, and I'm touching it."

"Besides, with your strength, even if Yu fought you three moves back then, it would have been an even draw. I'm just stronger than you two in defense. Do you want me to be your meat shield? Like, to block the Xuanyuan Sword Qi or something?"

Chong's gaze shifted slightly to the lower left.

He said without changing his expression, "Haha, what are you talking about? Do I look like that kind of person?"

Shi Yi said, "Indeed, you are not a person."

Chong said, "Since you are unwilling, then I won't force you."

He put down his phone, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he adjusted his sunglasses with his middle finger. Qianling was located outside of Chang'an, not far from the tomb of that First Emperor. Looking into the distance, the sky gradually darkened, and Chong's expression solidified for a long time.

"Zhuanxu..."

The years of fighting with you are also thousands of years ago.

He strode out, heading forward.

Somewhere, aquatic market.

The God of Years, Shi Yi, was dressed in simple clothes. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. He wore a rubber apron, often worn by workers selling aquatic products, revealing his solid muscle lines and perfectly proportioned curves. His chest muscles were developed, his back was like a soaring dragon, and his arms were extremely elastic, filled with explosive masculine charm.

His face was firm and cold, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and short, sharp hair.

Except that he would be taken advantage of by some women.

He also attracted the attention of the same sex: "Brother, how did you train your chest muscles?"

"It's really amazing."

After experiencing a day as a mortal fisherman, Shi Yi took out his small notebook and marked a line on his goal. Out of professional habit, the last page was filled with a blacklist, such as: "xxx deducted workers' wages, is under investigation, considering whether to imitate the *Das Kapital* reading notes and hang him on a lamppost."

"There seems to be a habit in the mortal world of masked and bespectacled people performing chivalrous deeds. Considering and deliberating."

"Can be called the Great Wilderness Knight, or the Great Chivalrous Hero of the Great Wilderness."

A burly man walked over and said, "Little Shi, right? My name is Jufu."

Jufu laughed heartily: "Come on, we have to move a lot of shared bikes today. Recently, two more wicked guys have come out to modify shared bikes. Let's go, get on the truck. Sigh, you have to get used to this. Like before, I encountered someone who actually rode one to Australia, which is outrageous."

Shi Yi got into the truck.

Jufu laughed loudly: "After we finish this job today, we'll find a place."

"To drink beer and eat hot pot!"

The Great Wilderness Heavenly God, who was not doing his job, looked at the gradually lighting lights and nodded.

He took out a bottle of happy water from the side of the truck and opened it.

Shi Yi's diary said, 'There are still all kinds of pressures in the mortal world now, but sometimes, I see those tired people dragging their bodies home, cooking a bowl of instant noodles with a sausage, opening a bottle of soda or beer, and watching videos, enjoying an hour or two to the fullest.’

‘Not thinking about anything.’

‘Many people live on these one or two hours.’

‘In the infinite and vast sea of people, the self is dispersed, and only at this time do they belong to themselves. I prefer this kind of "time".’

And in this gradually brightening mortal world, Shi Yi raised his eyebrows and looked to the left.

A piece of shadow, besides that, seemed to be nothing, just his illusion.

……………………

A circus found that the horse they brought was missing.

Only a gray bag was left. The circus leader, sweating anxiously, opened the bag. Inside the bag were a pile of green-haired copper coins, round on the outside and square on the inside, with two ancient characters written on them—

"Half Liang? Copper coins?"

"What is this! What is this!"

"Who stole my horse! Who, who is it!"

"Boss, there's, there's something else here, a piece of jade, it might be worth a lot of money. This, this looks a bit like a sword ornament, hanging on a sword, it looks like it's been around for a while..."

The young staff member opened his phone to compare and read the three characters:

"Wu."

"An."

"Jun?"

His expression froze: "Lord Wu'an?!"

The sound of horses neighing burst out in the night. In the heavy night, people on the high-speed train helplessly dozed off, and then turned their heads to look at the city in the night, and were immediately stunned. In the heavy night, the distant direction was the city, brightly lit. On one side in front of the train, or rather, on another track.

A warhorse was galloping at a terrifying speed.

Red flames floated on it.

On the warhorse was a figure wearing ancient armor.

The night was too heavy to see his face clearly.

Only under the flashing lights.

It was an ancient general with his hair tied up, with white strands mixed in his black hair. Accompanied by the long hiss of the warhorse being stimulated with potential and power, the bright moon was above. Modern technology created creatures were galloping on the track, and beside it, legends from ancient times were also flying.

The blade of an ancient sword still reflected the flowing light.

The bright moon of Qin, the pass of Han.

In later generations for thousands of years, in every household's window, the bright moon of my Great Qin will surely shine upon it!

Great Qin!

Wu'an!

……………………

With each step forward, Chong's body emerged with simple and unadorned armor.

There were flame-like patterns on it.

In his right hand was a simple white jade battle axe.

"For the reputation of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors... and also for the sake of my Great Wilderness's stance."

"Zhuanxu, I respect you, I fear you, I want to destroy you, but I also want to protect you. The great cause of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the arrogance of severing the connection between Heaven and Earth, cannot be slandered or looked down upon by later generations..."

The era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Temporarily suppressing the divinity of the gods, appearing in the form of reincarnated humans.

Human legend, one of the cornerstones of severing the connection between Heaven and Earth.

Under Emperor Zhuanxu, after the Jinyun Clan and the Zhurong Clan, the third generation of Xia officers.

Chong, participates in the battle.

Accompanied by a low dragon roar, a scarlet light swept across the sky from the southeast.

Surging towards the tomb of the First Emperor.

Wei Yuan now only hated that he could not teleport over there instantly, and this kind of anxiety, like churning flames, echoed in his chest and abdomen. The Iron Eagle Sword behind him kept hissing, as if that Iron Eagle that had once swept across the battlefields of the Six Kingdoms had returned from the dimness of history.

Wei Yuan raised his right hand, holding the hilt of the sword.

Sword Qi was brewing but not released.

A Qin dynasty halberd-bearer, the last Iron Eagle Guardian of the Black Ice Terrace.

It wasn't out of loyalty to the monarch, but another complex emotion.

Unsummoned, he comes.

………………

Bay bay moss path leads to green pines, ancient stone altar high into the evening wind.

The square sounds knock randomly in the cloud shadows, and the pipa reflects high in the sound of the water.

On Mount Longhu, Ah Xuan was breathing and practicing, the Taoists of Mount Longhu were doing their evening classes, Feng Siyu was thinking about stealing the old Taoist's treasured wine to make mulled wine, Lin Ling'er was combing Xiaoyu'er's hair, everything was peaceful, except for the Drought Demon, or rather, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady residing in the Drought Demon's true spirit, who was restless.

Again, and again, and again!

One more time!

The remaining part of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady's true spirit gnashed her teeth.

Xuanyuan's sword, how is it the same as him? Of course, Xuanyuan must shout injustice when this is mentioned. At least he himself is extremely trusting that his Xuanyuan Sword is close to no one but himself. However, the Mysterious Lady doesn't care about this and directly adds another stroke to Xuanyuan.

Then, she directly began to divine.

The art of divination in Shenzhou is divided into three categories, one of which is her Six Ren.

Who is the new choice of that little bitch Xuanyuan Sword? No, I mean, Xuanyuan Sword?

She deciphered the hexagram and gently tapped it, slightly stunned—

The first nine of the Upper Classic: Hidden dragon, do not act. Nine-Four: Leaping in the abyss, no blame.

A dragon emerges from the abyss?

Her spirit seemed to rise. Winter was already getting dark early, and now Shenzhou was in the midst of a night. Streetlights were lit up one by one. In the myriad of lights, the west was a bloody color, the south was a slowly approaching scorching aura, and the north was a sharp and fierce aura.

And a familiar, annoying aura appeared from the east.

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady was different from Wei Yuan, the dunce who couldn't be pulled back by even Confucius.

As the God of War of the Kunlun God System, even in her damaged state, she instantly sensed something was wrong. Her eyes widened and she muttered to herself, "Seemingly unrelated, but it is impossible for unrelated things to appear at this time."

"All things in the world have their own destiny, like a large funnel, like water taking advantage of the momentum and flowing down."

"People and things with fate will have a tendency to stir together in the dark."

"The roots of these four auras, they must have something in common, have something in common..."

Feng Siyu and the other gluttonous little Taoists ran over playfully. This was the commonality, because they all liked to eat sweets, so the possibility of them gathering in a very famous sweet shop was far greater than others. And the commonality of these four directions was...

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady's thoughts paused slightly, and she instantly understood.

"All related to the luck of humanity."

"The north is the virtue of water corresponding to people, and the south is the god of blazing fire."

"The west is the art of war, unparalleled in killing, a general; the east is long and continuous life, a divine tree, a minister. The four directions gather to respond to the timing of the heavens. The interpretation of this hexagram is that the center is the emperor, the thick earth is mysterious and yellow, which is the aura of the same rank as Ji Xuanyuan..."

A picture suddenly appeared before her eyes.

In an empty and lonely place, on a high throne, a man in ink-colored robes sat high, with one hand supporting his head with his elbow on the armrest. His face was handsome, and he seemed to be asleep. When he was alone, his thin lips pursed, diluting the majesty with the stubbornness of being alone.

And his right hand drooped down, his fingers slightly open, as if he was holding an invisible sword.

Rumble...

Bai Ze gritted his teeth and directly pushed open the door of the Emperor's Mausoleum.

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady suddenly felt something was wrong.

The picture before her eyes instantly shattered.

In the last scene she saw—

That fair finger holding the invisible sword trembled almost imperceptibly, to a degree that the naked eye could not detect.

PS: Today's third update... 3,600 words.

I already feel the exhaustion emerging from my heart and body. There is no doubt that I will have to take a cooling off period next. After the cooling off is over, I will try to update three times again for sustainable development (Retiree-specific Job's Tears Tea.jpg picture)

Although I realize that I am not good at writing large-scale battles, I will try to make them more interesting.

(Holding a teacup, tilting my head to drink tea, exhaling)