Times have changed.

All things are renewed.

The scholar in green was chatting with the beautiful woman with a smile on his face, but he could see worry in the eyes of Queen Wa. Fuxi naturally knew what Queen Wa was worried about. He held the teacup in his hand, took a sip of tea, and glanced ahead, seeing the closed storage room.

It wasn't just his gaze that often fell.

Even the Taoist Master Ran Deng, the old green ox who was basking in the sun here, and even the Little Dragon Girl who occasionally "passed by" here could not help but look towards the house.

Nine years.

Nine years ago, Qi Wuhuo walked into this quiet room and sat down quietly.

Nine years ago, his aura had already dropped from its peak to extremely weak, just like that of an ordinary person. But in the past nine years, his aura has become more than just weak like that of an ordinary person.

It has been damaged again and again, and is gradually disappearing.

Especially recently, Fuxi could hardly detect the Taoist's aura. If it weren't for the fact that Qi Wuhuo's existence was still very clear in his eyes, he would almost think that the Taoist was about to die of old age!

The Queen Nuwa couldn't help herself and asked, "Why hasn't Wuhuo come out yet?"

The old blue ox shook his head and looked over. Even the Taoist priest Ran Deng stopped sweeping. The young Taoist-looking Yao Ling blinked his eyes. They all looked at Fuxi. The only one who could answer this question here was this casual and unfocused man in green.

Fuxi was silent for a long time, and said, "It's not time yet."

The time is not yet...

Queen Wa, Taoist Master Randang and Old Green Ox were all chewing over this sentence in their hearts, with disappointment and complexity on their faces. They also suspected that the scholar in green was deliberately setting up a maze. After all, trying to pry a word of truth out of his mouth was harder than climbing to heaven.

But think about it again, after all, it was Queen Wa who asked this question, and even Emperor Xi would not lie about this issue or deliberately cover it up.

Thinking of this, I felt depressed again. I looked at the sky and sighed sadly.

Melancholy, melancholy.

I was so depressed that I didn't even have the energy to ruminate.

Fuxi raised his head and looked at the sky. His eyes turned into vertical pupils, cold and clear. The flow and change of humanity's destiny had reached its limit. There was no need to doubt it at all. But at this point, Qi Wuhuo's coming out of the mountain had little to do with the prosperity of humanity's destiny.

It was just like the reason why his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds and reached the level of True Lord when he left the Three Purities Sect.

At that time, Qi Wuhuo followed the principle of [being born out of necessity and taking action in response to disaster].

Now, the luck has run out and the disaster is yet to come.

Naturally, it was not yet time for the Taoist to take this step, but even Emperor Xi was unsure as to when he would come. This seemed to involve the direction and foundation of Yu or Qing's path. Although his momentum had not soared into the sky, his solid foundation had already been demonstrated.

If that step comes, it will be as natural as the wind blowing through the willows, as tense and intense as a sword being unsheathed or a bow being strung, and then it will be taken naturally. Now, although the destiny of humanity is perfect, it has never had an enemy.

This is impossible.

"The spring snow has not melted, the icebergs have not melted, the birds have not hatched, the beasts have not cried or roared, it is not without destiny."

"It's not the right time."

"The time is not right, the time is not right..."

The scholar in green looked in the direction of Qi Wuhuo and sighed.

Nine years have passed since the white-haired old man walked in.

There were first three periods of seventeen years, totaling fifty-one years.

Another nine years passed.

Fuxi seemed to see again the young Taoist priest with black hair and a wooden hairpin, full of high spirits, from sixty years ago. But now, in the storage room of the capital of the human world, there was only an old man in a black robe, with wrinkles all over his face, white hair and closed eyes.

A period of sixty years has passed. When will you come out of seclusion? When will you open your eyes?

With such a powerful momentum, what realm are you going to reach?

What else to do?

Fuxi lowered his head, his hands trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

ah--

I have to say, after such a long time, I actually felt the excitement again as if I was facing the past. Besides the excitement, there was even a kind of fear, an instinctive urge to intercept this "ritual". It was the intuition of the ancient serpent of destruction, the most dangerous and evil god.

He raised his head and looked at the peaceful sky.

what are you up to?

"Where is this final catastrophe?"

The wind blew across the sky, birds flew over the earth, people walked on the roads, wild beasts galloped in the fields, all things followed the way of nature, and the bells under the storage room jingled.

A white-haired old man was sitting in front with his eyes closed.

Breathing is almost non-existent.

After reducing again and again, it gradually approaches inaction.

I am also in heaven and earth.

…

"Your Majesty the Saint Emperor, will live forever and ever."

"Immortal with heaven and earth, and live as long as the sun and the moon!"

The white-haired old minister saluted with some flattery and enthusiasm, but the words he said at the end were a bit surprising. He said: "I am old and weak, and I can no longer follow Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to pity me for my decades of meritorious service and allow me to retire and return home."

Li Weifeng opened his eyes.

He is eighty years old, with white hair, wrinkles on his face, and his eyes seem to have become a little cloudy. He no longer has the heroic spirit of his youth, nor the majestic and dignified middle-aged man. It is winter, and the weather is cold. He is huddled on the throne in thick clothes, holding a jade ruyi and a heater in his arms.

Cultivating human destiny will not lead to immortality.

Unlike the rest of the human race who merely rely on this power, the Human Emperor needs to contain and control this power, which is equivalent to integrating the souls and wills of all the people into one body. Naturally, he himself will be impacted, diluted and affected. The current Human Emperor is already very old, but the sharp edge that flashed when his eyes opened and closed tells all those who have ill intentions that this old man.

The Human Emperor who had experienced the most turbulent era in tens of thousands of years was still a majestic person who should not be underestimated. Li Weifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the minister in front of him, and said in a low voice: "You have followed me for so many years..."

The old minister sighed and said, "I was young but had no ambition. When I met you, I was already forty years old. The sage said that people are free from doubts at forty. At that time, I was uncertain about the path ahead and my mind was not free from doubts. If I had not met you, I am afraid I would not be able to achieve anything now."

"During this sixty years, I have practiced martial arts, but it was a lot of work and hard work. Cultivation requires a pure mind. Although I can live to be over a hundred years old through cultivation, my life span is almost up. I have fulfilled my ambitions, served my country, and my life is complete. I have nothing more to ask for."

"It's just that a few days ago, when the autumn scenery was strong, I went out and saw young people flying kites with light steps. When I returned home, I thought of my youth. When I was young, I was full of vigor and vitality, thinking of being a hero in the world, enjoying the beautiful scenery and the clear wind and bright moon in this world. Now I am a hundred years old, and my time is running out."

"I can't help but feel sad and tears are streaming down my face. I just hope Your Majesty can grant me this last wish."

"Fresh breeze, bright moon..."

The old Li Weifeng whispered something, and the memories of sixty years ago seemed to have already become hazy. He lowered his eyes, tapped his knees lightly with the jade ruyi in his hand, and looked at the minister in front of him - this was the old minister who had initially persuaded him to ascend the throne and become emperor, a man of great talent and talent, who loved the people like his own children, and who had analyzed the situation at that time and annoyed him.

He was so angry that he picked up a chessboard made of solid wood and smashed it on the top of his head, causing blood to ooze out.

At that time, Mingxin and Xiaoyaoling saw it.

They brought the best chestnuts picked from outside, and then roasted them over a fire in the side hall of the palace.

It was really strange. It had been so long since the incident happened, and we hadn't seen each other for sixty years. But when I think about it, it seems like it happened yesterday. Li Weifeng lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the minister who was once in his prime, and sighed: "You are old too."

"Yes, in the human world, even though you practice and have strong physical strength, your life span is not infinite after all."

"Even the teachers of Jixia Academy have grown old. How can I, a mere mortal, not grow old?"

Li Weifeng sighed and allowed his subjects to leave.

The old minister who had gone through the most turbulent changes in the world with him finally knelt down and kowtowed heavily, just like the poor scholar who was over 40 years old and had accomplished nothing. When he was most desperate, he kowtowed to the young and brilliant King Qin and said, "Your Highness, I withdraw."

Before he could finish his sentence, tears were already streaming down his face.

Li Weifeng lowered his eyes, seemed to have fallen asleep, and just waved his hands weakly.

To let go of one's subjects seems to be to let go of one's past.

The winter sun was getting colder, and Li Weifeng felt a little cold. He asked about the teacher. When others hesitated and asked which teacher it was, the old man slowly recalled that during these nine years, Qiu's name was known throughout the world and he had thoroughly established his own status, which was enough to shock the world for five hundred years.

When people nowadays mention the Master, they only think of the old man who has seventy-two wise men and three thousand disciples. But for Li Weifeng, there is only one Master in his mouth. He tapped the attendant's head with the jade ruyi in his hand, and muttered with a little dissatisfaction:

"What master?"

"My master is naturally Qi Wuhuo, Master Qi."

"Oh, the Master hardly came out today. People in the world, people in the world say that..." The attendant paused, as if he realized something, so he didn't dare to continue.

Li Weifeng looked at him and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

"I dare not say."

Li Weifeng lowered his eyes and said nothing, but the emperor who had ruled the world for sixty years, watched the ups and downs, and pushed the entire era to the most unparalleled prosperity, had a majestic look in his eyes. The guards had seen fighting before, but at this moment they were also pale, half-knelt on the ground, and said:

"They say that the Master has not left the treasury for nine years. They say that the Master..."

"The Master has gone."

"Master is gone?"

"Oh, you ridiculous fool!"

Li Weifeng suddenly became furious. He threw the Jade Ruyi in his hand with force and it fell to the ground with a loud noise. The ministers were frightened and fell to their knees, trembling and terrified, unable to speak. However, the old Emperor did not say anything and did not blame anyone. He regained his composure and asked his servants to pick up the Jade Ruyi that had fallen to the ground.

Li Weifeng walked alone inside the palace's high vermilion walls, and his steps slowed down.

He didn't know why he was angry.

Perhaps it was because of his old age, perhaps it was because of the passing of an old friend, or perhaps it was simply because that Taoist priest almost represented and symbolized his eventful life. Li Weifeng wanted to look for his sister, but the eldest princess Li Qiongyu had become a nun in the Taoist temple on Dingyan Peak more than ten years ago.

There is no anger or blame, no resentment.

She was also very calm when she left for the last time, and now she is practicing in the Taoist temple.

However, many other ministers respected and feared him. Although his many sons and daughters were not incompetent, they were not as good as the Mighty King Li Zhai and the Duke Wenshang Li Hui. He himself was just an ordinary person, and his children seemed even worse than him. Rather than being close to their father, they were perhaps more afraid of him.

Where are your friends?

I haven't seen my good friend Mingxin for half a century.

He was walking in the snowy palace, and suddenly he felt lonely. The vast world and the passing of time had left him behind. He could vaguely hear his descendants talking about the future throne.

On the surface, they appear to be friendly and respectful to each other, but in fact, they are plotting various power struggles in their hearts.

Somehow, it always feels familiar.

Perhaps these things will not change from the beginning to the end, and even in the distant future.

Li Weifeng exhaled, raised his head and looked at the sky——

He is the Human Emperor of this era. His position and importance in the operation of the humanitarian system are no less than any of the Nine Cauldrons. Looking at the sky at this moment, with the status of the Human Emperor, he can already vaguely feel the countless malicious gazes outside this great formation of human destiny.

"Heh... is it the immortal god in heaven?"

Li Weifeng narrowed her eyes slightly. The Jinzhou Rebellion more than 70 years ago...

His thoughts paused.

Suddenly he laughed at himself, his voice old: "The Jinzhou Rebellion actually happened more than 70 years ago?" That is enough time for a weak dynasty to become prosperous, the span from birth to death of a person, enough to turn something that was once unforgettable into a few words in a book.

But for Li Weifeng, that was real history that existed in his past.

"The Jinzhou Rebellion was also caused by the immortals and gods... The way of destiny in the world is like a great formation, but this formation is still not complete, and it is still missing the last step..."

"Completely reverse the situation."

"Is it Fengshan?"

Li Weifeng held the jade ruyi in both hands as if he were holding a sword. An indescribable sharpness and a majestic aura as vast as a mountain emerged from the old man - he knew that he was almost at the end of his life, and that his sons might not be as good as him.

We know that this formation protects the human world, but it is impossible to rely solely on the protection of this formation forever.

Knowing that once the last step is completed, the formation rituals of the human world will change, the heaven and earth will be sealed, defense will be turned into offense, and the immortals and gods in the sky will eventually come to this world, the aging Canglong Human Emperor said: "Come."

The God who gathered all the good fortune of humanity between heaven and earth appeared before the Human Emperor.

Having ruled the world for sixty years, it is natural that the rituals of deifying humanity and destiny could not be hidden from Li Weifeng's eyes.

These gods of humanity and destiny bowed and saluted before the Human Emperor.

The old man was silent for a long time, and just said calmly:

"Let's do Fengshan."

All the people, destiny and gods looked at each other in amazement.

Then I heard Li Weifeng's voice slowly saying -

"Take a message for me to the disciples."

The Human Emperor's voice was old and deep. He looked at the immortals in the sky and said:

"I want to seal heaven and earth at Mount Tai."

"All the disciples should follow suit and gather their disciples at the foot of Mount Tai. I will prepare enough opponents for them to discuss the Dao. I will also tell them that after this Fengshan ceremony, the various schools of thought will determine the order of seats in front and behind."

"Seal the three religions, nine classes, and the three levels of the hundred schools."

!!!

These gods who were ordained by humanity looked at the Human Emperor in front of them. For some reason, they felt a power surging in the undercurrent, an indescribable charm that made them feel almost breathless and their bodies slightly stiff.

It's like a storm is about to come!

Like thunder pressing down, it seems to burst!

His heart was beating wildly and his body was stiff.

The ordinary but tenaciously struggling Human Emperor smiled, stood up, his sleeves hanging down, he was already skinny but still had a straight back. He looked up at the sky and spoke slowly. At this moment, he himself did not realize that he finally spoke out the words of a mighty king at his peak because of his own heart:

"We should put an end to this matter in our generation. The Master's Nine Cauldrons Luck Array has protected us for sixty years, but we can't rely on the array's protection forever. The human race should not be a vassal of anyone, and we should not rely solely on the Nine Cauldrons."

"The only things that truly protect the human race are the spirit and vigor of the human race!"

“This is the last line of defense!”

"In this way, even if there is a disaster and the Nine Cauldrons collapse, our successors can forge them a second time or a third time."

"Before I leave, I will complete this matter. The people of the world, all the philosophers and schools of thought, will forge their hearts for this people!"

Build a heart for the people!

The gods of human destiny did not know why their scalps suddenly felt numb, as if thunder was running. Although there was no human destiny rising, they felt a natural suppression at this moment. They saw that the old emperor's eyes were calm, and he raised the jade ruyi in his hand, pointed to the sky, and said softly:

"In my life, I was not as talented as my sister, not as kind-hearted as my friend, I lost to You Li, I lost to Wen Shang, I was not as good as King Weiwu, I was controlled by others, I tried my best, and the prosperity of the world today is only due to your help."

"I have nothing to boast about. Even all the strength used in this last step was prepared by the Master. But this is the only thing I want to accomplish. I have failed all my life."

He whispered: "Heaven——"

"It's time to defeat me!"