The water in front of him naturally parted, and Wei Yuan continued to sink. The water that could take the lives of living beings obediently wrapped around him. With Wei Yuan's thoughts guiding him, he went forward and descended, crossing a long distance until he arrived at the place where it was said that Yu had suppressed Wu Zhiqi.

He couldn't help but float to the water's surface and look around.

This place used to be a hilly area, but now there was no trace of the hiding place for the various tribes from years ago. Five thousand years had passed like flowing water, and all the traces had disappeared. He returned to the water and, guided by the flow, arrived at the bottom of the Huai River.

He reached out and pressed the riverbed.

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The rune on his forehead lit up, and a seal representing the river god appeared in his hand. He lightly pressed it down.

The originally solid ground suddenly shattered.

Wei Yuan fell into the dark abyss, with white water currents swirling around him like water dragons, causing his clothes to sway slightly and his hair to rise. He looked down intently, and in the pitch-black darkness, he could hear the sound of chains. Then, two indifferent golden lights appeared, staring at Wei Yuan.

Then, there were the Tushan characters on the chains, "Yuan".

Wei Yuan's eyes turned golden, allowing him to see in the water.

He saw the broken and collapsed palace, saw Wu Zhiqi sealed by the chains, saw the chains directly entering the void, not knowing what they were relying on to seal Ta. The chains swayed, causing the water currents to fluctuate, and Wu Zhiqi hung at the bottom of the Huai River, beyond the reach of mortals.

Ta looked at Wei Yuan, who appeared here, and fell silent, saying:

"...You really aren't afraid of death."

The chains shook.

Wu Zhiqi said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you right here?"

Wei Yuan raised the wine jar in his hand and smiled, saying:

"I brought wine. You shouldn't do that, right?"

"Wine? The stuff made by Du Kang?"

"It should be much stronger than before."

Wei Yuan manipulated the water currents to shatter the wine jar. The pungent aroma of the wine made Ta pause for a moment, then he manipulated the water currents to drink the wine, swallowing the contents of a jar in an instant. He let out a long breath and said:

"Good!"

Wei Yuan sat cross-legged in the water and also picked up a wine jar, clinking it with Wu Zhiqi's.

He naturally didn't have the monstrous alcohol tolerance of this monster.

But at least at this moment, he still had the authority of the water god's divine spirit. It was easy for him to do something similar to what Duan Yu did in The Return of the Condor Heroes. Besides, drinking wine was more about the atmosphere, not about competing in drinking. Wu Zhiqi drank the strong liquor recklessly, and Wei Yuan, seeing him enjoying himself, went out and bought cooked meat and chicken.

Wu Zhiqi swallowed all the meat in one bite.

The wine and meat that had been separated for thousands of years made this ancient monster extremely delighted.

Wei Yuan casually took out the jade dragon he had just obtained. With his understanding of ancient history, he could only tell that it was probably from the Warring States period, but he couldn't determine the specific year or its characteristics. He held the jade pendant and handed it in Wu Zhiqi's direction, asking, "Do you recognize this?"

Wu Zhiqi only glanced at it and shook his head, saying, "I don't know."

"Just by appearance, it should be jade from Kunlun."

Kunlun had jade.

Wei Yuan made a guess and felt puzzled. Could this really be the accessory of the Winged Dragon Gengchen? But the Winged Dragon itself was a dragon god, and a dragon god having a dragon jade seemed a bit strange. Moreover, based on the Winged Dragon's aesthetics, it should lean more towards the ancient, Warring States style, which might not be to his liking.

He felt the jade stone and thought of what Nvjiao had said to him before. Ancient artifacts often contained the thoughts left behind by different people, allowing one to see the past experiences. This jade stone also seemed to be entwined with a similar aura. After a moment of contemplation, he looked at Wu Zhiqi and said, "Let me take a look."

Wu Zhiqi waved his hand.

Wei Yuan calmly sat on the ground, his right hand holding the jade object, while the lying tiger waist badge faintly lit up.

The ability to drive away ghosts and gods could be used in this situation.

Wu Zhiqi, with his golden eyes, glanced at Wei Yuan, who closed his eyes, wearing a strange expression.

"You really aren't afraid of death."

He sneered and naturally looked away, just drinking and eating.

……………………

Wei Yuan's consciousness merged with the strongest residual aura on the jade pendant.

His vision gradually changed, as if he was seeing scenes from the perspective of the jade, witnessing one story after another.

This was an ancient jade, obtained by King Mu of Zhou when he went to Kunlun to meet the Queen Mother of the West. However, the Queen Mother of the West, who had supposedly met King Mu of Zhou, was not the same as the Queen Mother of the West in Wei Yuan's memory. She was undoubtedly from Kunlun, but this jade stone was obtained by King Mu from her.

The heavenly maidens from Kunlun fell in love with the kings of Shen Zhou.

'White clouds in the sky, mountains and hills emerge. The path is distant, between mountains and rivers. If the child does not die, he can still return.'

King Mu of Zhou never went to Kunlun again.

This jade stone remained in the Central Plains.

It was passed down through generations, experiencing the reigns of emperors and numerous figures who came and went, but none of them left any traces on the jade. It was carved into a dragon during the time when King Goujian was dominating, but even that ambitious ruler did not leave a heavy mark on the jade.

After all, this was a jade stone from the Western Kunlun.

Countless emperors, generals, and heroes only left a faint trace of their aura on it. Hundreds of years passed, and it was sealed in a box, hidden away from the world. The faint jade spirit didn't know how much time had passed until someone obtained it, only to quickly pass it on to another owner.

Among these owners, there were even Zhou kings wearing crowns.

It didn't care about these powerful and influential figures.

When it was once again stored in a box for a long time, it was chosen as an accessory and obtained a new owner. When the box was opened, it was placed on the table along with many other solemn jade objects. Vaguely, a man walked by. He was wearing dark clothes and had a long sword at his waist, which was longer than the other long swords.

There was an old voice persuading earnestly, "Your Majesty, you must sacrifice to the Lord of the Huai River. He is the god of the Four Rivers. At least at this time, you must wear these twelve ceremonial robes and the imperial crown. This represents the majesty of the emperor and symbolizes the hearts and minds of the people..."

In his hand, there was a set of clothes that were more intricate and heavy than those worn by men. There were patterns of the sun, moon, and stars on them, which were very majestic. There were twelve tassels on the jade crown. Yu Ling had an impression of these things. It seemed that countless people wanted to obtain them.

Even the original owner of these clothes, King Zhou Mu, was surprised to meet him when he saw him wearing this outfit. This outfit represented status and majesty.

The man in black clothes, however, didn't care at all and simply said, "I established the kingdom with my sword and became the emperor during the Warring States period. If these things are what the people desire, then why did the Zhou dynasty fall?"

The old minister remained silent and could only kneel down and kowtow:

"The crown and tassels were created by Emperor Xuanyuan, passed down from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors. It is a tradition."

The man with the sword turned back and said, "What about the crown and tassels created by the Yellow Emperor?"

The old minister was shocked and panicked.

The man spoke naturally, "First, my Great Qin unified the world during the Warring States period, and the Zhou dynasty has already been abolished. The Zhou rituals should be eliminated. Why are these so-called ceremonial robes and crown still here? What can the Three Emperors and Five Emperors do? My achievements far surpass theirs. Second..."

The man casually placed the extremely luxurious crown, which had been passed down from generation to generation by the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, on the head of the kneeling minister.

The minister was shocked and pale, and the jade beads on the crown trembled.

The man, who still looked young, laughed and said, "You will understand when you wear it. The twelve tassels on your head are too heavy."

"I don't like it."

The man with the sword stepped forward. He only wore a crown and a black robe, but when he looked straight ahead, the soldiers in black armor kneeling on the ground all had fanatical expressions. It was the first time Yu Ling realized that true emperors didn't need the so-called twelve ceremonial robes or the twelve tassels and beads on the crown...

Clothes were noble and grand because of the emperor.

The emperor was not great because of these clothes.

He worshipped and sacrificed on the banks of the Huai River to the god of the Four Rivers.

The man held a sword and looked at the surging river, saying, "I hope that there will be peace and tranquility in the world, and no disasters in the Huai River."

"The god of the Huai River should know about this sacrifice."

After the sacrifice, he threw the jade stones and wine into the Huai River.

This kind of sacrifice made the weak Yu Ling confused. It had never seen such a sacrifice in Shen Zhou. Then, the man crossed the Huai River and arrived at the Xiang River. Originally, he was supposed to follow this river back to the capital, but when he crossed the Xiang River, huge waves suddenly rose up.

Even the most experienced generals couldn't suppress these waves, which forcefully stopped the man's footsteps.

The man called the old minister and asked, "Who is the Lord of the Xiang River?"

The old minister respectfully replied, "I heard that she is the daughter of Emperor Yao and the wife of Emperor Shun. She was buried here and became the goddess of the Xiang River, accepting sacrifices." The old scholar-official hesitated for a moment and then kowtowed:

"Your Majesty, you once claimed to have surpassed the Three Emperors and Five Emperors. I'm afraid this has caused trouble and displeased the goddess of the Xiang River. If you want to resolve this difficulty, you can issue a self-punishment decree or humble yourself to show the hearts of the people and calm this disaster."

The man asked, "When I went on an inspection tour, why did I sacrifice to the gods?"

The scholar-official dared to speak, "Is it like the Zhou emperor's coronation ceremony? Offering the Five Sacrificial Animals and various offerings to please the gods with elegant music, and to pray for the protection of the gods and the prosperity of Shen Zhou."

The man smiled and said, "You're wrong."

The old minister was surprised. He had been sleepless for nights, not knowing the king's intentions, but the next day he finally understood.

The next day, the king pointed his sword forward. Under the wind and rain, the long sword named Tai'a remained motionless, revealing a coldness in the midst of the storm. His eyes were calm, just like when he looked at the Six States and the world. On this day, the king ordered three thousand prisoners to attack Xiang Mountain.

They attacked the mountain but left a way out and did not destroy the temple.

As a result, the river returned to calmness without any waves. He returned to the capital calmly and said to the old scholar-official:

"There are too many different scripts in the world, so the countries cannot communicate. The different tracks of the carriages in each country affect the postal system. Therefore, the carriages should be the same. Each country has its own gods to worship. Now that Shen Zhou is unified, the people of all countries should worship the same gods."

"They are all my subjects of Great Qin, so they should have the same worship."

The old official suddenly understood something, his face turned pale, and he trembled as he knelt down on the ground.

The king placed his hand on the official's shoulder and pressed it gently, then calmly turned and left, saying:

"Those who follow Qin are the rightful worshipers, and those who oppose Qin are the wicked worshipers. Since they are wicked worshipers, they should naturally be eliminated. I know the meaning behind the words you all say, but for these so-called gods and spirits spread throughout Shen Zhou, I only have this to say."

"Those who follow me will prosper."

"Those who oppose me will perish."

The old official kowtowed to the ground and did not raise his head for a long time. The next day, he resigned from his position.

Yu Long, the true spirit, was completely convinced and filled with excitement.

'If one is born with the form of a dragon, one should have the demeanor of such a person!'

Although it had not been worn by that man for a long time, it had not forgotten his figure. Even when it manifested its true spirit, it subconsciously appeared in the black robe that the man used to wear. However, out of guilt, it subconsciously changed into a more magnificent emperor's attire.

Just fourteen years later, Xianyang was breached.

Liu Peigong, who killed the White Emperor's son, the overlord who could carry a tripod and dominate the world.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, who had the aura of dragons and snakes in the folk but were unparalleled in the world.

Zhang Han, the last famous general of Great Qin.

After the ancestral dragon returned to the heavens, the heroes lurking in Shen Zhou seemed to have disappeared as if they had never existed before, and they appeared one by one, making people unbelievable. In the past few decades, these heroes and talents who had stirred up the world had been silent.

And this jade was swept away and eventually fell into the hands of another man.The Water Lord of the Huai River, Winged Dragon Gengchen, had been practicing by the side of his new master ever since. Until one day, the Winged Dragon, who had always controlled the Huai River to prevent it from raging, underwent a change in demeanor. A spell message from a distant region reached him.

"Kun Lun is unwell."

PS: Qin, by the position of the Son of Heaven during the Warring States period, abolished the rites and studies, and the sacrificial robes for suburban sacrifices were all in profound black. Han inherited the customs of Qin.

After Emperor Qin Shi Huang unified the world, he never wore the crown again.

He then crossed the Huai River to the southwest, to Heng Mountain and Nan County. He floated on the river, to the Xiang Mountain Shrine. Encountering a strong wind, he almost couldn't cross. The emperor asked the scholar, "Is the Xiang Lord a god?" The scholar replied, "It is said that she is the daughter of Yao, the wife of Shun, and is buried here." Upon hearing this, Emperor Qin Shi Huang became furious, ordering three thousand convicts to cut down the trees of Xiang Mountain and dye the mountain red. - "Records of the Grand Historian"