Mythological origin

Chapter 6 Time
Han Yu dug out the bottle curiously.

However, the bottle was covered with mud and some withered and rotten leaves, so it couldn't see the original appearance at all.

It's just heavy in the hand, not like a light material, no wonder it hurts so much when I bump into it.

Just when he wanted to take a few more glances, suddenly his eyes went dark, and he passed out, and the vial also slipped from his hand.

But just as the vial was about to return to the ground again, a hand gently supported it from below.

Bai Mo, dressed in white, appeared among the shadows of trees in the back mountain.

In the past half a year, even in a place like Qixuanmen where there is no spiritual vein, he has recovered to the strength close to the foundation establishment period, and as for the spiritual sense, he is better than most of the early foundation establishment monks.

Bai Mo's eyes are full on every move of most people in Qixuanmen.

Especially Han Yu, the key observation object.

As soon as Bai Mo knocked the opponent out, he could sense the malice stemming from his huge foreign luck, as if as long as he continued to do it, he would be so unlucky that he would be so unlucky to drink cold water that his teeth would be stuck in the future.

Luck is not everything, if the gap in strength is too large, like today's situation.

A cultivator with strength in the foundation building stage went to attack Xiaoxiu on the first floor of Qi Refining.

No matter how strong luck is, life and death are still involuntary.

"A bit familiar..."

He didn't care about the malice from the outside world, and he drew a gust of wind casually, and the soil stained on the bottle automatically and consciously fell off, revealing the real body of the bottle.

"No wonder it feels a little familiar, it turned out to be something from Daoist Shi Guang."

After searching through the memories of the last battle for a while, Bai Mo basically confirmed that this was the natal magic weapon for besieging one of his own people during the robbery.

He didn't believe in a coincidence. The guy in front of him who was knocked out by himself was most likely picked by the other party and regarded as the backhand of the resurrection.

People of the same level as Dao Zun, even if they have killed all their existence in this world, it is extremely difficult to remove all traces left by them.

And any trace like this may become a hidden seed for their resurrection.

If there is no accident, Han Yu in front of him will get the natal artifact of this Daoist of Time, and then overcome obstacles all the way, according to the written script, and finally grow into another Daoist of Time.

And the most frightening thing is that even if he gets the new owner of this bottle after he encounters an inescapable situation, as long as he does not reach the level of Daoist Shi Guang, he will still inherit Han Yu's foreign luck and immortal weapons. Unconsciously walk on the route prepared by the Taoist Master of Time and become the new Taoist Master of Time.

Dao Zun doesn't care who the past owner of the natal celestial weapon is, and how many masters it has gone through, because anyway, it will be assimilated into itself in the end.

It doesn't matter whether the person who picked up the bottle is called Han Yu, Han Li, or Han Han.

Unless, this natal fairy artifact was picked up by another Daoist.

……

Bai Mo was thinking about how he should deal with this guy and this fairy artifact.

In all fairness, Daoist Shi Guang is also a well-known strongman among the Daoist. His natal immortal weapon is extremely capable, and if it is used well, the speed of cultivation is like a cheat.

But this thing is not like Lingshi, Lingshi snatched from other people's pockets, and can be used immediately without any problems.

The natal fairy artifact of another Daoist is the shape of the opponent from the inside to the outside, with brand marks all over his body. Others will have to pay a price if they want to use it, sometimes it may be their lives.

"it's already over."

Bai Mo pondered for half an hour, and finally disappeared into the back mountain with Han Yu in one hand and the bottle in the other.

……

"Where am I? What just happened?"

Han Yu's last memory is still in the scene of picking up the bottle.

He clearly remembered that he had just picked up a strange bottle and was about to rub the mud away to see what it was.

Why did he lie on his own bed when he came to his senses again?
"Brother Feiyu brought you back."

Han Yu's sister put her head up and said.

"It's fine, why did you faint in the back mountain?"

After arriving at Qixuanmen, which was safe enough, Han Yu's younger sister gradually returned to her normal girlish attire, and she no longer smeared herself every day to avoid trouble like she did in the refugee camp.

"Flying Rain? Is it him?"

Han Yu stood up slowly with his right hand supporting the bed board, feeling a little dizzy.

Subconsciously groping into his bosom, he found that the bottle he had picked up before he passed out was safely placed in his chest pocket, and there was no shortage of money on his body.

"Looks like a nice guy."

Li Feiyu was the original name of Bai Mo Duoshe's body, and he was still acting under this name for the time being.

"I still have a headache, let's rest for a while."

"I'll make some porridge for you."

Before Han Yu figured out the ins and outs of this, he felt the back of his head start to ache again, and he didn't know whether it was because he was thinking too hard or because he had been knocked out.

So he decided to sleep for a while, and come to the other party tomorrow to thank him.

……

Time back to half a day ago.

Bai Mo carried the unconscious Han Yu to a certain cave in the back mountain.

The cave was dark and deep, and almost no sunlight could come in, but for Bai Mo, who had divine sense, this was not an obstacle.

He put Han Yu aside, then opened the bottle cap, and saw a shallow layer of fluorescent green liquid in the bottle, confirming his guess.

That is indeed the natal fairy weapon of Daoist Shi Guang.

He casually poured the green liquid out of the cave, and he didn't know which weed would be lucky enough to turn the green liquid into a thousand-year-old spiritual grass, so he stuffed the bottle back into Han Yu's arms.

And just after this action was completed, the jade pendant on Bai Mo's chest suddenly started to shine.

He extended a trace of his spiritual thoughts into the space inside the jade pendant, and found that under the four characters of "Historical Text", there was a huge stone tablet engraved with countless runes, occupying about one-tenth of the entire space.

Immediately, Bai Mo's blessing reached his heart, and he transformed into a transparent hand with his spiritual thoughts and gently stroked the stone tablet.

An explosive flow of information gushes out from the stone tablet crazily!
"...Daoist Moyang's previous life was also called Bai Mo, a monk on earth who had cultivated to the realm of a true fairy. Due to an accident, his body was infected by a mysterious toxin and he was on the verge of death. The true spirit was reborn in Daochen Realm?"

"Does rebirth bring nesting dolls..."

Another huge memory of thousands of years was stuffed in abruptly.

Fortunately, this time his strength has recovered a little bit, and the processing and absorption are much faster than before.

But in the previous life, which lasted more than three thousand years, the memory from a small qi refiner to a true immortal is still not so easy to digest.

"In my previous life, I was originally on a planet called 'Earth' for cultivating immortals?"

(End of this chapter)