Chapter 141 The 141st day of creating the game using the Heavenly Dao and Destiny...

Jiang Ziya, holding his fishing rod, was momentarily disoriented, unsure of what day it was or where he was.

A gust of wind arose, accompanied by a voice: "Your wishes have been fulfilled; you may leave now."

Then Jiang Ziya stood by the river again. The towering trees from before seemed like fleeting clouds, while the Wei River flowed on and on, unchanged through the ages.

Fortunately, Jiang Ziya wasn't completely unfamiliar with the place this time; he could recognize the Kunlun ornaments on the two people behind him at a glance.

"Do you know what has happened?" Jiang Ziya asked, bowing.

Yang Jian quickly stepped aside: "Yang Jian from Jinxia Cave of Yuquan Mountain greets his martial uncle."

Jinxia Cave on Jade Spring Mountain—isn't this the Daoist temple of Senior Brother Yu Ding? Now Jiang Ziya could finally match this upright young man with the legendary Three-Eyed Gentleman, and his eyes couldn't help but show a bit more closeness.

As for the other one, Jiang Ziya's gaze lingered on a young man dressed in red.

Nezha scratched his head and, imitating Yang Jian, gave a perfunctory bow: "I am Nezha, a disciple of the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain. I pay my respects to my uncle."

This person's reputation is legendary. Not only has it been mentioned on the forum, but even when Senior Brother Taiyi occasionally returns to Kunlun, he always pulls him and Junior Brother Shen Gongbao aside to talk about how extraordinary his disciple is.

Before he went down the mountain, he received a message from his senior brother Taiyi, asking him to take good care of Nezha.

"So it's my nephews Yang Jian and Nezha. Thank you both for your help this time." Jiang Ziya bowed again. Although he didn't know what had happened, he was certain that his two nephews had helped him escape the game.

Yang Jian was quite embarrassed: "We acted on our own initiative and interrupted our martial uncle's opportunity..."

As Yang Jian recounted the whole story, Jiang Ziya realized that so many things had happened in the human world since he entered Peach Blossom Village.

As for what Yang Jian said about disrupting the opportunity...

Jiang Ziya stroked his long, untrimmed beard and shook his head: "I figured it out a long time ago, and it's all thanks to your help that I deserve to be bowed to."

The opportunity in Peach Blossom Village was real, even though he spent his time there either fishing or being forced by Dijun to do odd jobs. What he saw and heard during that time was enough to benefit him for life.

“The village chief’s cultivation is profound, and his strength is extraordinary. I am no match for him. I have only received a few pointers from him, and I dare not challenge him,” Jiang Ziya said, shaking his head.

The villagers cannot kill the so-called players; this is clearly a way to let the many experts in the village instruct the newcomers. If they use this method, their skills will naturally be quite good.

As for the second one, Jiang Ziya took out a fragment of the cultivation manual from his sleeve: "I am dull-witted, and it would take me countless days to cultivate. Since I have been ordered by my master to come down the mountain, I cannot delay because of this matter."

Jiang Ziya was very self-aware. In the Kunlun Mountains, he cultivated with his junior brother Shen Gongbao. His junior brother could remember the classics after reading them once and learn the techniques immediately, while it took him several days or even years to even get a basic grasp of the basics.

He had cultivated under the tutelage of a sage for decades, yet upon his return he was still just an ordinary person, and he knew the extent of his own abilities.

This technique is incredibly profound. If he were to comprehend it before leaving Peach Blossom Village, countless years would have passed, and he would have failed his master's mission in vain.

Jiang Ziya sighed and shook his head, carefully placing the incomplete page into the lining. The timing was wrong; it would be a waste of opportunity.

As for the last point, "I have caught ninety-nine fish in Peach Blossom Creek, and I only need one more to fulfill my promise to the village chief." At this point, a rare hint of pride appeared in Jiang Ziya's eyes.

Using a bamboo pole and fishing line to hook fish directly, he was able to catch ninety-nine fish in a short period of time, which is enough to prove his superb fishing skills.

He took the fishing rod from his arm and said, "Although my two junior disciples helped me leave Peach Blossom Village as soon as possible, I still have a promise to keep. Could you please wait a moment and let me catch this last fish on this riverbank?"

"Of course, we can rest and recuperate here for a while."

Having received the promise, Jiang Ziya leisurely picked a large rock by the Wei River and sat down. With a flick of his wrist, the straight fishing rod fell into the middle of the river. Once again, the line hung in the air, empty.

Nezha curiously approached the shore, wanting to see what was so magical about this rod without hook or bait that it could catch fish.

"Uncle-Master, why don't you put bait on your hook when you're fishing? It's easier to just hang it like that." Having grown up in Chentang Pass on the coast, Nezha had quite a bit of experience with fishing.

Jiang Ziya looked at his youthful-looking nephew, his features clear and bright, and replied loudly, "I'd rather get it straight than through crooked means."

As these words were spoken, ripples actually appeared below the fishing line, and a white fish leisurely circled around it.

The promised one hundred fish were finally almost here. Yang Jian and Nezha watched silently as the fish climbed the line without a hook.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Old man, your fishing method is truly unique. May I ask for your guidance?"

As the sound waves subsided, the white fish darted away like a streak of light. Jiang Ziya turned around and saw a kind old man with a dragon-like face and phoenix-like eyes, carrying the fortune of the mortal world.

Looking back, all that could be seen was the wind had stopped and the fish scattered, with only a few people remaining. The promised hundredth fish had ultimately slipped away by the Wei River.

In the Wuzhuang Temple, Yuan Yi watches through the water mirror as King Wen of Zhou and Jiang Ziya meet by the Wei River, a destined encounter. The scene then shifts to the court in Chaoge, where Daji and Shen Gongbao are locked in a fierce confrontation with Wen Zhong.

As the images change, more and more screens appear in front of Yuan Yi, each with a different protagonist. These screens intertwine intricately, connecting the entire human world.

As Yuan Yi watched, commands were sent from the earth veins beneath Wuzhuang Temple to the quest pages of the "Investiture of the Gods" players.

Each task offers different options and developments, yet under the sway of fate, they all follow similar paths, differing only slightly in the details.

[To actually use a game mission to control the fate of a great calamity, you are truly extraordinary.]

As Yuan Yi thought, countless tasks were sent out, and the message that popped up on the control panel at this time seemed particularly abrupt.

Yuan Yi glanced at it and saw that the ID of the message was still in the Purple Cloud Palace outside the Nine Heavens, but in fact Yuan Yi could feel that His gaze had already fallen on him.

Even though they were clearly "looking" towards Wuzhuang Temple, they still insisted on communicating through game chat. I don't know where they learned this habit from.

Could it be that he's still obsessed with pretending to be a Dao Ancestor alt account, and then comes to me asking for a speedrun guide for the game?

Yuan Yi was amused by this idea and sent a small portion of his divine sense to reply to the Heavenly Dao: "As long as living beings are exposed to games from childhood to adulthood and regard games as an ordinary part of the universe, then the arrangements of games are surely reasonable."

Yuan Yi gave a rough demonstration of how the creatures of the prehistoric world, especially the short-lived humans and some demons, had complete faith in the game panel.

Seeing the human race, who were originally trapped by fate, make completely different choices because of the messages that popped up on the game interface, even the Heavenly Dao, which was already familiar with this matter, could not help but feel alert again to the power transmitted by this small panel.

However, this vigilance only stems from the interference in the operation of the rules of heaven and earth, while the Heavenly Dao itself, which gives birth to emotions, has even greater faith in the primordial will.

After all, Yuan Yi was the only one who, after knowing his destiny, could help the prehistoric world develop rapidly without altering its course.

This great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, spearheaded by Yuan Yi, was the most recognized pledge of allegiance by the Heavenly Dao.

"I see in you the bearing of a sage." The voice of Heaven rang out once more.

Yuan Yi's hand, which was connected to the earth's veins, trembled, and his expression became particularly strange: "Don't play with the little ginseng if you have nothing to do."

Why did the natural order of things suddenly become so strange after learning some kind of game logic from the little ginseng?

"I am fine." Heaven disagreed. As an entity operating according to the rules of heaven and earth, it naturally shared some similarities with the little ginseng born from the rules of the game.

After developing emotions, he got along extremely well with the emotionally expressive little ginseng. Tiandao, who had long been accustomed to the little ginseng's behavior, didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he was doing.

[I am merely stating the facts.] A moment of silence fell over the world. [Once this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods ends, you can use this calamity to prove yourself and become a saint, merging your body with the Dao to mend the world.]

Even the Heavenly Dao was slightly disturbed when it spoke of this moment.

Compared to the taciturn Hongjun, the Heavenly Dao prefers Yuanyi, who has been working diligently to contribute to the development of the prehistoric world and often creates surprises over the years.

Moreover, Yuan Yi was not within the destiny of heaven and earth, and by chance obtained the last unclaimed primordial purple energy, making him the most suitable last saint.

Considering the rapid changes in the prehistoric world since the arrival of Yuan Yi, the Heavenly Dao was even more restless.

"When the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods ends, you will be proclaimed a saint and unite with the Dao, and I will cooperate with you. You will then be able to advance further above the saints and sit on equal footing with Hongjun." The Heavenly Dao spoke first, even imagining a wonderful life ahead.

He continued, "At that time, your game will become part of the rules of heaven and earth, the destiny of heaven and earth will be completed once again, and the primordial world will advance further."

Yuan Yi listened but only pondered. Even if emotions arose, the rules of Heaven and instincts still suppressed emotions. After all, Heaven is Heaven.

The next second: [You create the game, I'll integrate the game into the rules and the world of living beings; together, we'll be the strongest partners.]

Yuan Yi's expression was indescribable, and he emphasized again: "Don't play with little ginseng too much."

If other beings in the primordial world were to see the Heavenly Dao they revered in this way, countless people would have their Dao hearts shattered.

"I'm just telling the truth; it's fate." Heaven disagreed, and after uttering these words, it went back to the farm to find the little ginseng in front of Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi leaned gently against the tree behind her, the leaves shielding her from the glaring sunlight.

This ginseng sapling, which was originally on the verge of dying, has now grown into a towering tree, standing shoulder to shoulder with the large ginseng fruit tree next to it.

Its roots are deeply embedded in the earth's veins, connecting it to the entire primordial world, while its branches and leaves are intertwined with the fate of heaven and earth. Its every move can affect the entire primordial world, making it no small matter.

Meanwhile, the ginseng fruit tree, which originally did not belong to the world, was also bound to the primordial wilderness, and she was left there with it.

Yuan Yi looked down at his feet. The long grass he had initially teased had now become a reality. His feet were now connected to the earth and he could no longer easily leave Wuzhuang Temple.

Yuan Yi took out a small yin-yang fish and a jade pendant from his sleeve. The fish, holding the jade pendant, swam among the game tiles where fates were intertwined.

"However, the time is not yet ripe."

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Author's Note: Heavenly Dao: From now on, we'll wait for Yuan Yi to become a saint. When she plays games, I'll incorporate them into the rules of Heavenly Dao. We'll be the strongest partners! Yay! (Emulates a little person hugging)

Yuan Yi (covering her face): "I told you, don't get too close to the little ginseng!"