What the hell?!

What the hell do you mean, number one in the world? What the heck?

The towering old man from Buzhou Mountain, dressed in hemp clothes and straw sandals, was stunned. His old bones had finally managed to exchange some of the city's currency, bought two pieces of lean meat here, and a bowl of steaming clear soup noodles there. Upon hearing this news, he felt a darkness before his eyes.

Who?

The Buzhou Mountain God is number one in the world?

Wait, wait, wait, there's something wrong with this news, right?

The old man was dazed, thought for a moment, picked up the noodles, wanting to throw them away, but was a little reluctant. Holding the bowl, relying on his instinctive sensitivity to juicy gossip, he leaned over, bumped into someone's shoulder, and said, "Hey, young man, what's going on?"

The man replied, "What else could it be? The biggest news under the heavens!"

"You know the Northern Emperor Yu Qiang? A big shot!"

I know, I don't like that old turtle.

I just want to hear news about Buzhou Mountain.

The old man still nodded and said, "Yu Qiang, not bad, so what?"

The man sized up the tall, raggedly dressed old man in front of him and chuckled, "Oh ho, the Northern Emperor, not bad, that sentence has a bit of the tone and bearing of the legendary Buzhou Mountain God, haha."

Huh?!

The old man was stunned. Wait, has my identity been exposed?

I've only been out for, cough cough, five thousand years, are people this fierce now?

But that person clearly doesn't have much cultivation.

The old man became even more puzzled.

Could it be that I, the old man, am so famous?

Does everyone know what I look like?

The man continued:

"You know the Northern Emperor, that's good, but do you know about the Body Impervious to All Magic?"

"I know..."

The old man nodded. That old turtle, when he merges with the Xuanwu avatar, even he finds it outrageous. Separated, his strength decreases by a level, but he's still not bad. However, although he's on par with Shi Yi as the most troublesome opponents in the Great Wilderness, Shi Yi is undoubtedly more disgusting.

An impenetrable defensive layer.

Compared to the guy who can recover to his original state no matter how you hit him.

The latter is still more disgusting.

Especially since that Shi Yi kid has a really stable mentality.

The old man met him a couple of days ago, and he's even steadier than before. I don't know what he saw in the human world, but it feels like he's grown again compared to before. It's not just stable, it's almost explosively stable.

"The Northern Emperor, Yu Qiang, impervious to all magic, and then what?"

The old man became a little interested.

"That Body Impervious to All Magic was pierced through by a sword!"

"Oh ho, impressive, impressive!"

The old man's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands. He completely threw his own affairs to the back of his mind. The number one defense in the world was actually broken? This is a once-in-a-lifetime piece of gossip, fresh and hot, not to be missed!

"And then?"

"Then, hehe, here comes the exciting part. Clearly, he only took one sword strike. According to the Northern Sea Emperor's strength, this injury shouldn't be anything. But that night, everyone only heard a scream, and then a long sigh, saying, 'To die without regret, to die without regret.'"

"Hey, old man, guess what? By the time those Northern Emperor's subordinates went in, the Northern Emperor was already dead, kneeling on the ground, facing northwest. This method is absolutely devastating!"

"Absolutely devastating!"

The Buzhou Mountain God, the old man, almost applauded him. He finally slapped his thigh and praised repeatedly, "What a piece of big news, a sword breaks invincibility, a sword slays the Northern Emperor, and then departs freely. The Three Realms and Eight Desolations are about to have another top expert. I wonder whose handiwork this is?"

The person speaking said, "Who else could it be? Of course, it's the Buzhou Mountain God!"

The smile on the Buzhou Mountain old man's face froze.

Huh?!

What the hell?!

Who?!

The old man reacted, his mouth twitching, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The storyteller frowned and said:

"What's impossible about that?! This news has already spread. Not only did he kill the Northern Emperor, but he did it on the Northern Emperor's wedding day, arriving and leaving leisurely, killing the Northern Emperor, snatching the Emperor's consort, holding up the sky with one hand and propping up the earth, and then casually causing the earth to crack and the sky to collapse. Countless gods witnessed this with their own eyes!"

?????!

"Snatching the Emperor's consort?!" The Buzhou Mountain old man's reputation was being smeared, and he was dumbfounded.

"That's right, that's right. That Buzhou Mountain God, according to legend, is tall and upright, with white hair falling down, wearing a white robe, with an ancient and distant temperament, unparalleled in the world. I wonder what relationship he has with that beauty who was originally going to be the Northern Emperor's consort."

"Not bad, not bad, Heaven, what can you do to me!"

"Hahahaha, invulnerable body?"

A group of cultivators were excitedly discussing. The Buzhou Mountain old man's scalp was tingling.

White clothes, white hair, garments like snow, holding a long sword, charging into the Northern Emperor's wedding.

Slaying the Northern Emperor, holding up the sky and propping up the earth.

And then leaving with the beauty?

Who is this?

Who the hell is this?

Who is he? Who am I?!

Who, am I?!

The old man's brain was twitching. "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The Buzhou Mountain God isn't like this."

The storyteller was a little impatient. Although this old man was tall, his white hair was messy like withered grass swept by the northern wind, his hands and feet were rough, and the ropes on his straw sandals were open. He said with disdain and contempt:

"You old codger, you're truly shameless."

"What do you know? You know nothing about the Buzhou Mountain God!"

Buzhou Mountain old man: "............"

A moment later, the old man, not wanting to argue with mortals, was disheveled. He couldn't stand the cheers of "the strongest in the world, only I, Buzhou." He almost ran away as if fleeing for his life. Clearly, he didn't do it, but the unspeakable feeling of social death from having his black history exposed to the public was outrageously strong.

"I want to see who's playing tricks..."

The old man gritted his teeth and forcibly communicated with the secrets of heaven.

Then, numerous heavenly patterns transformed into scenes before his eyes.

Finally, they solidified into a scene of the tall and thin Shu and the short and stout Hu holding a chisel and a hammer, respectively, making a "V" sign on Mount Buzhou Fuzi. A sculpture of Wei Yuan appeared on Mount Buzhou Fuzi. The expression on the old man's face froze bit by bit: "You, Nuwa's..."

"Shu, Hu, fox cubs..."

Finally, the entire street heard a roar.

"Ruining my reputation."

"I'll kill you bastards!!!!!"

……………………

Completely unaware that a certain old man had finally realized that he was ruining his reputation.

And was currently casually lifting a mountain to chase after them with the speed of挟山超海.

Wei Yuan and the two Emperors Shu and Hu were still drifting overseas. Wei Yuan was in a daze, and he heard Fu Xi's lazy voice in his ear, saying, "Don't worry, Yu Qiang's matter has been dealt with."

"Boy, rest assured."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was finally a little relieved.

Although he didn't know why, he seemed to have forgotten something, but he had a vague feeling that this old ancestor, who looked gentle, refined, and amiable, seemed to be a completely rotten person. But even so, his words were at least trustworthy. He said that Yu Qiang had been resolved.

Then there was naturally no problem.

At least, that Northern Emperor didn't have the mind or the power to come and cause trouble for him.

That night, Wei Yuan used sea beasts caught by Taotie to make food. The white-clothed girl was still unconscious and had not yet woken up. Only the two Emperors Shu and Hu were eating heartily. Wei Yuan asked Zhao Yang, and Zhao Yang only said that she had used a lot of energy and might need to sleep for a while longer.

Wei Yuan didn't know why, but he thought of the reason why Fu Xi wanted him to go to the End of the Outer Sea to find Fu Xi, which was that he was worried that Wa Huang would disappear completely. A cloud of gloom enveloped his heart. And now, the situation in the entire human world was also unclear.

Compared to Kunlun, the Great Wilderness, and Guixu, the human world had too little foundation.

Moreover, it had already consumed seventy-seven-eighty-eight percent in the battle with Gonggong. The First Emperor's strength was greatly damaged, and he completely lost the blessing of the Imperial Mausoleum. The Heavenly Court, the largest defensive apparatus and talisman array in the human world, had also consumed seventy percent of its foundation. If there was another battle of a similar level to the sealed Gonggong.

The human world would undoubtedly be defeated.

In the end, only with the blessing of human luck could they join forces to have combat power weaker than the top ten powerhouses. This was the foundation of a race's long history, and what was needed was to raise this foundation. And now, apart from hoping for the results of the upcoming scientific research plan.

He also had to hope for the completion of the Talisman Heavenly Court, Xuanwu, and the Four Spirits-level combat power.

If Xuanwu were to befriend the human race, and the human world truly had the Northern Pole True Martial Demon-Subduing Great Emperor guarding it, and then merged with the Heavenly Dao of the Northern Sea region of the Outer Sea of the Divine Era, the human world would have more strength... And himself, he also needed to further improve his foundation and strength.

His current injuries had not yet healed. Although he said that the Buzhou Mountain's body was invulnerable to all calamities.

But the recovery speed was still slow, and he couldn't compare with Shi Yi.

While thinking about these things, the Guixu jade pendant around his waist lit up slightly.

This meant that the mission was completed. In a certain mission small world, Xuanwu held the Tai Chi Boxing Sword Manual in his hand, his expression indifferent. He didn't feel that he had found what he needed. His self-awareness was high, and he directly locked onto the consciousness that had pulled him to this place.

"This is, what you call self?"

Apathetic voice, with a hint of suppressed rage.

Wei Yuan, who had lost the blessing of the Buzhou Mountain God and the invisible help of Nuwa's power to Taotie.

Compared to Xuanwu, they were even at a disadvantage.

If Xuanwu hadn't listed the summoning of the Northern Emperor Yu Qiang as the primary mission objective, but had instead fought Taotie with all his strength from the beginning, not giving the latter the chance to devour his blood, Taotie, who had lost his mythological concept and whose main body's strength had decreased by a level, would definitely not be a match for Xuanwu.

Wei Yuan's eyes blurred, and he saw Xuanwu.

As the Four Spirits, the concept of the Northern Pole Pillar, the Guixu system couldn't bind Xuanwu at all. Under Xuanwu's fury, he directly pulled Wei Yuan's wisp of consciousness back, after all, the principle of Guixu was like fishing, searching for geniuses in the myriad worlds.

But when the fish was too fierce, it could naturally pull the fisherman into the water.

The man wearing a black Taoist robe had a cold face, holding the Tai Chi Boxing Sword in his right hand. At this moment, the consciousnesses of Dai Xiuneng and the other four seemed to be frozen, completely unable to perceive what was happening outside. They had no idea of the current Xuanwu, and the white-haired man who had appeared here in front of them.

As expected...

Wei Yuan sighed in his heart, having already anticipated the current situation.

Or rather, if Xuanwu had so easily recognized the name of the Arctic True Martial.

It would have been a ridiculous thing.

The will of the Four Spirits could never be so weak.

Today, he could easily acknowledge the name of Arctic True Martial, and tomorrow, of course, he could turn around and think that something else was better.

Wei Yuan had already made preparations. Xuanwu looked at the youth with a cold expression. Because Wei Yuan wasn't using the mask that the two Emperors Shu and Hu had given him before, but had changed to a new Qi mask, Xuanwu hadn't been able to detect that this person was the Buzhou Mountain God. He felt a sense of being deceived in his heart.

Wei Yuan replied calmly, "I have already given you what you wanted."

"Given it to me?"

"Naturally."

Xuanwu laughed in anger, "Given me what? The meaning of life, or truly living?!"

"Just the title of an Arctic True Martial?! Ridiculous!"

"Not a title, but a choice."

"A choice?"

Xuanwu's anger subsided slightly. Wei Yuan said, "Yes, a choice..."

He thought of the secret that Fu Xi had told him before, and his voice paused, saying, "I can also tell you the secret involved in this choice." His tone was low and distant:

"The immortality and eternal spirit of the gods are conditional. That is to use all kinds of things as anchors to pull on the self."

"Buzhou Mountain supports the sky and props up the earth, Di Jun's myriad stars, Gonggong's Lord of the Four Seas, are all like this."

"Establishing connections with the heavens and the earth, and using these connections to fix the self, this is the meaning of the world."

"When one cannot determine one's own self, precisely because the gods are too powerful, the countless possibilities they possess will gradually turn them into other forms, they will lose [I]. And if in a place of absolute silence, losing all other concepts, time and space have no meaning, even the strongest gods will slowly be annihilated in this boundless despair."

"So, Xuanwu, where is your anchor?"

This white-haired Taoist directly spoke of the method of annihilating top-level gods' true spirits. This wasn't a simple secret, this was an absolute secret involving the death of the gods, and even the principle of the method of imprisoning the top ten powerhouses. Xuanwu's heart was filled with stormy waves, and he was asked this question, his thoughts slightly paused.

What is the biggest connection between [Xuanwu] and this world?

It's the Northern Emperor Yu Qiang!

Using the Northern Emperor's thinking to determine Xuanwu's boundaries.

Using the Northern Emperor's orders to determine Xuanwu's fate.

Using the Northern Emperor's needs to determine everything about Xuanwu.

When he clearly realized this, even Xuanwu felt an unspeakable sense of confusion and pain, as well as a sense of unwillingness. Wei Yuan said, "So, this is the choice I'm giving you..."

"A choice to get rid of your past self and move towards a new future."

Xuanwu said painfully, "It's useless..."

"This weak anchor will disappear in an instant in front of the real Northern Emperor."

"Is that so?"

He heard the white-haired man laugh, and then he put his right hand behind his back, his tone calm and indifferent:

"What if I said that Yu Qiang is dead?"

"!!!"

Xuanwu's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly looked up.

It seemed that the wind was slightly lifting the strands of hair on the white-haired Taoist's temples, making his aura even more vast and distant, as if he didn't exist here, as if everything seen was false. His voice was calm: "Yu Qiang is dead, you are finally a free body."

"In the past, you were Xuan Ming's subordinate, so you were Xuanwu."

"Now that Yu Qiang is dead and Xuan Ming no longer exists, what you seek is nothing more than your true self, so I name you, [True Martial]."

The white-haired Taoist's tone was gentle: "A new anchor, this anchor originally had no master, but it was transformed by the thoughts and beliefs of countless people. It can completely belong to you, so, I thought, it should be a good start."

"Can you accept it?"

Xuanwu had a fierce struggle.

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said: "The Northern Emperor is dead, the Northern Sea will inevitably be in chaos."

"And one side of the heavens, countless living beings, such important matters."

"Only the True Martial is worthy of it."

Xuanwu was finally moved. After a long silence, he raised his head and saw the True Martial Sword in the Taoist's hand. He raised his hand and handed it over, smiling gently: "Then, abandon the past and start a new future..."

Xuanwu was silent. The black-robed Taoist swept over the Tai Chi Boxing Sword and shattered the Tai Chi Boxing Sword Sutra into dust.

He took the sword and said, "Everything has a name."

The white-haired Taoist smiled and pointed outside. This was a valley, and looking out, one could see the vastness of the heavens and the earth, and the sharp mountains. His heart moved, and he said gently: "The place you step out of here is vast and open, allowing you to roam freely. Since you see three peaks standing tall and upright in the sea of clouds, why not call you Zhang Sanfeng, what do you think?"

In the end, a wisp of the white-haired Taoist's true shadow laughed and dissipated.

Xuanwu was silent.

And Dai Xiuneng and the others were completely unable to grasp this level of communication, and didn't know what they had lost. They only saw the black-robed Taoist's Tai Chi Boxing Sword shatter into dust, and couldn't help but feel heartache: "Ah, that's a pity..."

"What's a pity."

"We haven't even seen it yet."

"Heh..."

The black-robed Taoist shook his head, raised his hand and made a fist, and slowly performed the Tai Chi Boxing Sword's technique.

The name of Xuanwu, the position of the Four Spirits, and the Tai Chi Fist of the human world, are of course, nothing more than that.

The first time, it was just an ordinary martial art.

The second time, it was fast, the third time, it was extremely slow.

By the time he did it again, his posture was no longer limited to the so-called boxing moves and swordsmanship. Finally, he stepped forward, and it was the change of Yin and Yang in the heavens and the earth, the flow of Qi, mobilizing the changes in the heavens and the earth. Finally, as if he had finally understood, he suddenly laughed loudly. With a move of "Grasping the Sparrow's Tail," clouds of Qi intertwined in the heavens and the earth, actually transforming into a huge, incomparably large Yin-Yang diagram covering the heavens above the sky, slowly flowing, causing the winds to rise, and the black-robed Taoist finally completed the final move, causing the heavens and the earth to change color, merging with the heavens and the earth.

His aura was majestic and terrifying.

His Taoist robe was lifted, but there was a hint of realism, vast and majestic, with the meaning of True Martial.

Dai Xiuneng's heart was beating wildly, his mouth was dry, and he said, "I haven't asked yet, Senior is..."

The Taoist seemed to want to find a new anchor, like making a break with his past incarnation. After laughing loudly, he answered:

"Only the True Martial is worthy of it."

"Arctic True Martial."

"Zhang Sanfeng!"

Dai Xiuneng's brain was struck by lightning, and his mind went blank.

……………………

Wei Yuan completed the most important step without any danger, and sincerely hoped to have Xuanwu join the camp.

Fortunately, it seemed to have been done well.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the two old men's faces were stiff, and their expressions seemed a little strange. When he was puzzled, the two Emperors Shu and Hu turned their heads and said, "Well, sorry, kid..."

"Things have happened."

"Huh? What do you mean..."

Shu and Hu murmured, "Old Buzhou, he's about to attack..."

"!!!"

PS: Today's first update...