At the first moment, the young Jade Emperor felt as if his body was out of control. The surging emotions were like a drop of ink dripping on a white paper. Then, many bitter scenes from hundreds of past experiences in this life emerged and pierced into his mind like a chisel, causing his emotions to shake.

The young Jade Emperor's emotional threshold was directly overwhelmed by the slight influence of his other selves from the past eight thousand years.

The kind that he couldn't control even if he wanted to.

Qi Wuhuo asked doubtfully: "Xiao Yu?"

"Or Xiaoyu?"

Hou Tu Niangniang's eyes passed over Qi Wuhuo, and saw the young Jade Emperor who seemed to be completely unable to control his past emotions. Hou Tu Huangdi's pupils shrank slightly, and a storm surged in her heart, but she managed to stabilize it, and then said in a gentle tone: "...It seems that after coming here, the child is exhausted. Since we meet, it is fate."

"Wuhuo, please let him in."

The young Taoist already had this idea, so he invited the young man to join in.

At this moment, the Jade Emperor tried his best to control the emotions in his heart and soul, which seemed to be surging like a wave. He said:

"I'm sorry to both of you for making fun of me... I'm from Zhongzhou, my surname is... Zhang, and my name is Xiaoyu."

"This Xiao is the Xiao above the clouds."

The clouds are above, and the jade is pure.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the young man in front of him, and subconsciously looked at the direction of the sky.

Could it be that...

An idea emerged in Qi Wuhuo's mind, but he immediately suppressed it.

No, that can't be the case.

How could the Jade Emperor be a teenager?

Qi Wuhuo exchanged names and asked while cooking: "So, why did Brother Zhang come here? Do you still remember what happened in the past?" In response to Qi Wuhuo's question, Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head honestly and smiled:

"Well... Brother Qi, I really don't remember anything. I just had a bumpy journey to get here, and suddenly I remembered that I had forgotten many things in the past. There are no old friends in front of me, and no new people behind me. The surroundings are in the wilderness, and there are wolves and tigers in the mountains. I am in danger. I don't know when I will be devoured by the wolves and tigers."

"When I was panicking and sad, I saw a house and human voices."

"I couldn't control my joy and cried out loud. I made Brother Qi and... this sister laugh at me."

The Jade Emperor looked over there at Hou Tu Huang Di Ji.

The voice paused.

I honestly changed my name.

Hou Tu Huang Di Ji raised his eyes slightly and smiled:

"What a talkative and sweet-mouthed young man."

"Wuhuo is not good enough. He can't even call her 'Niangniang'."

The young Taoist paused and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu over there. He didn't expect that this young man was so sweet-mouthed and good at talking, which was different from the crying look just now. Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the Queen of the Earth in front of him. Seeing the latter looking at him with a smile, his scalp numbed slightly.

He was not Haotian who had once fought with Houtu in all directions, but a blank consciousness that was only one month old.

The pressure of defense is still very strong.

In particular, to a certain extent, it was "his own" inaction that led to Yu's rebellion against Heaven.

"The promise made by Haotian is a thing of the past"

The eight words written on the jade plaque by the previous self were now shining on Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead. After saying this, the powerful man who directly led the four divisions of gods and officials of mountains, lakes and seas and brazenly rebelled against the Heavenly Court was now sitting opposite him, looking him up and down with a graceful smile.

Zhang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and thought hard after his one-month-old consciousness.

Facing the gaze of the Queen Mother Hou Tu Huang Di Ji, he stood up, turned around, with a bright smile on his face, and said:

"Brother Qi, let me help you!"

He walked over with stiff steps to help Qi Wuhuo wash rice and vegetables.

Then he moved his wrist, and the vegetables in his hand turned into radish paste. The corner of his eye twitched slightly, and when he went to wash the rice, he turned his hand back, and the pottery that the young Taoist had just bought and was specially used for washing rice broke into several pieces. Qi Wuhuo turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was at a loss over there, and said: "It's okay, Brother Zhang is not injured, right?"

Zhang Xiaoyu forced a smile and said, "Well, I'm lucky I didn't get hurt."

The sharp edge just now brushed against Zhang Xiaoyu's palm and then turned into powder.

Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the broom, intending to pick up the things he had knocked over and messed up. He took a deep breath, then controlled his strength to sweep. With just a little force, there was a click, and the broom woven by Qi Wuhuo in his hand broke in the middle. The fragment of pottery flew far away, drew a graceful arc in the air, and then fell into the river.

boom!!!

Like rocks falling, huge waves were created and ripples spread to the left and right.

A river god climbed out of the water, with a bump on his bald head, and he was furious:

"who?!"

“Who is it?!”

"Who?! Who the hell threw something here from the mountain?!"

"Stand out!!! If your river god doesn't teach you a lesson today about the consequences of littering, you don't even know how to write the word 'river'! Come out!!!"

The angry voice of the river god spread left and right, and Zhang Xiaoyu looked at his hands.

Finally, he realized that even if it couldn't match his physical strength, the strength he had burst out was still too strong. Anything in the mortal world would break at the touch. He raised his head and said apologetically, "This, Brother Qi, I..." Seeing the young Taoist looking at him thoughtfully, Zhang Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. The young Taoist said, "So that's how it is. Brother Zhang, you must be a cultivator."

"The cultivation is not weak."

"But I can't even control my own strength."

"I have definitely lost my memory."

If it were the Jade Emperor, there is no way he could not control his own power. I am probably overthinking it.

but……

The young Taoist looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and a flash of lightning like thunder flashed through his mind.

[The Jade Emperor is ill].

What if this illness is the loss of control over one's cultivation and the inability to restrain the ambitions of the many immortals and gods?

Zhang Xiaoyu felt as if his heart was stabbed by a sword.

Fortunately, Qi Wuhuo seemed to trust the judgment of Hou Tu Niangniang and did not seem to doubt the amnesia.

Zhang Xiaoyu simply agreed calmly and said with a smile:

"Yeah...ha, haha, I'm sorry to make you laugh, Brother Qi."

"So, I have actually been very cautious these past few days. Because I cannot control my own body, I don't use it if I can."

The young Taoist thought for a moment and said:

"There were times when I couldn't control my power."

"A senior taught me this and it worked very well. If Brother Zhang doesn't mind, I can give it a try later."

Zhang Xiaoyu was slightly surprised: "Hmm? Is it okay?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "This method will not involve the core secrets, so it is fine."

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded, feeling somewhat empathetic, and said with a smile: "I just didn't expect that Brother Qi, you have also had such an experience. Are you also unable to control your power?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Well, yes..."

He put the vegetables into the pan and stir-fried them while the oil was still hot, saying:

"My physical strength improved too quickly at that time, and I couldn't control it well."

“…”

Zhang Xiaoyu’s expression froze.

He wanted to do something to help, as he felt it was boring to sit there in the sky like a mascot. But now he felt more comfortable. Although he might get bored after a while, he found it quite novel now. He looked left and right and found everything novel and interesting.

Seeing the fish that Qi Wuhuo caught today, he was even more excited.

Just when he was about to take the knife to kill the fish, the young Taoist priest's face turned pale and he appeared in front of him in a flash.

He pressed Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders with both hands.

"Brother Zhang, you don't have to work hard."

"Just sit there, please."

"These things are up to me."

Zhang Xiaoyu's face was full of regret, and Qi Wuhuo forced him to sit down.

Qi Wuhuo felt a sense of knife coming from Zhang Xiaoyu, who was eager to try, and the kitchen knife in his hand. He had no doubt that this boy, who was considered by the queen to have lost his memory, would most likely tear his chopping board and the house apart with a single cut of the knife.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked around, stretched out his hand and touched the rough table, which was not smooth at all. He was about to tap it with his fingers, but his forehead hurt slightly. He leaned back in pain and raised his head. He saw the graceful woman in front of him slowly retract her right hand, and the white fingers had just flicked Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead.

Hou Tu Huang Di Ji smiled and said, "Be good, sit down."

Zhang Xiaoyu calmed down.

Empress Hou Tu sensed the feedback from her fingers, and she narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was faintly excited.

I said to myself...

As expected, it is so.

Qi Wuhuo simply cooked a meal. Zhang Xiaoyu found it quite interesting, as if he had never been exposed to these things before. Or, he had some impression, but not much. After the meal, the young Taoist politely declined the suggestion of the young man in front of him to help clear the tables and chairs and wash the dishes in a very firm tone.

He doesn't want his house to be demolished.

Zhang Xiaoyu seemed harmless and asked with interest: "Brother Qi, what is the method of controlling power you mentioned?"

Qi Wuhuo thought for a moment and said, "It was a senior named Qingyu Taoist who taught me this. Although I cannot teach you the method, I still understand the general principle. When practicing with high pressure, it is impossible to control the strength just by resting. In other words, it is not just that. You need to endure hardships, hone your skills, and then control it little by little in the process."

Qi Wuhuo looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said:

"Just like before you lost your memory."

"You already have the foundation. What's the problem with starting over and mastering it again?"

Zhang Xiaoyu's excited expression paused slightly.

His body does not allow him to use too much strength.

and--

Is there something hidden in this sentence? Or am I overthinking...

No, I'm definitely not overthinking it.

He was hinting at something!

Zhang Xiaoyu and Qi Wuhuo looked at each other, both of them looked to be young men of about sixteen or seventeen years old, and then they smiled at the same time.

Then he looked away, one to the left and one to the right, without saying anything more.

Hou Tu Huang Di, who had been staring at his fingers with a slight concentration, suddenly smiled and said, "Just now, a Di said that two people came to look for their lost relatives. They must be your relatives looking for you. How about it, Zhang Xiaoyu...right? I see they are very anxious. Why don't you meet them first?"

"Wuhuo will be here for a while anyway, so you might as well go back first and come look for him when you have time."

Zhang Xiaoyu thought that he had sneaked out, so he agreed and asked with a smile:

"Can I still come to see you, Brother Qi?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Of course you can."

Hou Tu Huang Di Ji smiled and said, "I'll see him off, Wu Huo, you just clean up." After Qi Wu Huo nodded in agreement and said goodbye to Zhang Xiaoyu, Hou Tu Huang Di Ji stretched out her hand with a smile, and took Zhang Xiaoyu away. In a flash, they had crossed layers of mountains and arrived at a mountain peak. What they saw in front of them was Taiyi Zhenren in a green shirt holding a cat, and the great master Xuandu with a cold brow.

Taiyi Tianzun smiled and nodded: "My Lady..."

"as well as……"

Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and smiled slightly.

Master Xuandu rubbed his brows. Because of the message from the old Lord of Heaven, the two of them followed directly behind the Jade Emperor from the beginning. When they saw Hou Tu Huang Di before, they only watched from a distance. Xuandu said, "Taiyi, you should take... take Zhang Xiaoyu back first."

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned and said, "Sir..."

He immediately calmed down and said in a calm tone:

"Then I leave it to you, sir."

Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun smiled and pressed his shoulder, and when the clouds dispersed, they disappeared.

So only the Great Master Xuandu and the Queen Mother Hou Tuhuangdi were left here. The latter looked at Xuandu calmly and said calmly: "I am no longer a royal emperor, so I shouldn't ask about the affairs of the Heavenly Palace. But after all, I found the Jade Emperor myself, so I still have to ask..."

"Why is his soul not as good as when he was first found?"

"Why is it that his emotions are as white as a blank sheet of paper, but his threshold is as new, easily causing ripples and waves, and even being impacted by many emotions that do not belong to 'him', and crying out as if a long river is falling. What on earth did the Jade Emperor experience?"

"Xuan Du, what else are you hiding from me?"

…

Taiyi Rescuer of Sufferings brought the young Jade Emperor back to the Heavenly Palace, to the Lingxiao Palace, and then checked the physical condition of the young Jade Emperor. He found that although he had emotional fluctuations, it seemed to be just the residual effect of the past six hundred times of consciousness reset, and it was not a big deal. So he persuaded him several times, advising him not to come to the mortal world easily again, and the young Jade Emperor seriously agreed.

After returning to his residence, the Lingxiao Palace, he stepped into a place that only he could enter.

One by one, jade stones were suspended in the void, each of which was engraved with the traces left by the owner. Some said that the Emperor of Beiji Ziwei was reliable, some said that he was alert to the Lord of Justice, and some mentioned the Lord of Mount Tai. This time, he took out a new piece of jade, thought about it, and wrote down his own traces.

[The next me, or the me after that]

[Today, I came to the mortal world for the first time. It seems to be the first time in the past eight thousand years. If it weren’t for that Qi…]

[Well, Brother Qi, what an interesting name. ]

[If Brother Qi hadn’t come to Heaven, I wouldn’t have gone down. After asking around, I discovered a new idea—We are now just a symbol, existing in the crumbling Heaven, unable to suppress the gods. Even the North Pole Purple Star Emperor said that chaos would occur, and now he is just trying his best to hold on.]

[If we remain here... we are nothing but a false and powerless Heavenly Emperor]

[Need to rely on the North Pole Purple Star Emperor to suppress all things]

[But can such a Heavenly Emperor really suppress the ambitions of the immortals and gods, and can he really fulfill our long-cherished wish? ]

[He said, the Jade Emperor has lost his majesty. I was deeply angry, but thinking of the many things in the records, it is indeed true... For eight thousand years, he has been cautious and his majesty has been constantly weakened. Isn't Donghua's move also a test of us? When our weakness was revealed, Gou Chen no longer feared us and took his own action.]

[What Brother Qi said is not without reason...]

[As time goes by, our dignity will become lower and lower]

[Can I be a Heavenly Emperor if I am careful and cautious? Can I protect the common people in these many heavens? Then, what can we do and what should we do? ]

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced around and saw jade plates with the words written by himself, generation after generation, on them.

These are the results and bitterness after trying hard.

"Be careful of the Lord of Justice..."

"Be careful of Emperor Zhu Ling..."

"Be careful of the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God..."

"The old Lord can be partially trusted, but he tends to remain silent under strong pressure, so he cannot be completely trusted."

"Be careful of the Buddha Kingdom..."

"Be careful of the Lord of Thunder, be careful of the gods of Fire..."

"Be careful and beware of the Great Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole..."

"Be careful and vigilant to the Emperor of Heaven, Gou Chen..."

"Be careful and vigilant to the Northern Emperor Ziwei, but you must rely on him..."

"careful……"

Countless cautions, countless attempts, and countless words of my own.

It seemed as if there was wind, or as if the youth's spirit was impacted, and the jade plates were flying one by one, as if his own figures were in front of him, struggling to survive, constantly trying, and passing away sadly. Zhang Xiaoyu stood among these figures, thinking for a long time, and wrote down: [What should we do? What can we do? Be cautious again and try to prevent the collapse of the Jade Emperor's majesty? ]

【From top to bottom, they cannot be suppressed. 】

What about bottom-up?

【for example--】

[Anti-Heaven]!

[Just as Haotian abandoned Taitian Heaven, we will abandon Haotian Court and start anew in the next era, the Heaven that belongs to the Jade Emperor! ]

[Can I?! ]