Mythological origins

Han Yu dug out the bottle curiously.

However, the bottle was covered with mud and some withered and rotten leaves, so it didn't look like it was at all.

It's just that it's heavy in my hand and doesn't look like a lightweight material. No wonder it hurts so much when I bump into it.

Just when he wanted to take a few more glances, his vision suddenly went dark, and he fainted, and the vial slipped from his hand.

But just when the vial was about to return to the ground again, a hand gently held it up from below.

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

In the past six months, even in a place like Qixuanmen with no spiritual veins, he has returned to the strength close to the foundation building stage. As for his spiritual sense, he has surpassed most of the monks in the early stage of foundation building.

Every move of most people in Qixuan Sect was caught in Bai Mo's eyes.

Especially Han Yu, the key subject of observation.

Bai Mo had just knocked the opponent unconscious when he could sense a malice originating from his huge external luck. It seemed that as long as he continued to do it, he would be so unlucky that he would have to choke his teeth even if he drank cold water.

Luck is not everything, if the gap in strength is too big, like today.

A monk with strength in the foundation building stage went to sneak attack a minor cultivator who was on the first level of Qi Refining.

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

"It looks familiar..."

He didn't pay attention to the malicious intent caused by external luck. He summoned a gust of breeze and the soil on the bottle automatically fell off, revealing the true body of the bottle.

"No wonder it feels familiar. It turns out to be something belonging to Taoist Master Time."

After searching through the memory of the last battle for a long time, Bai Mo basically confirmed that this was the magic weapon that besieged one of his own during the calamity.

He didn't believe in coincidences. The guy in front of him who was knocked unconscious by him was most likely picked by the other party and used as a back-up for the resurrection.

For people of Dao Zun's level, even if they have killed all their existences in this world, it is extremely difficult to clear away all the traces they left.

And any such trace may become a secret for their resurrection.

If there is no accident in front of Han Yu, he will get the divine weapon of this Taoist Master of Time, and then he will overcome obstacles all the way, according to the written script, and finally grow into another Taoist Master of Time.

And the most terrifying thing is that even if he dies after encountering an inescapable situation and gets the new owner of the bottle, as long as he has not reached the level of Taoist Master of Time, he will still inherit Han Yu's luck and immortal weapons. Unconsciously follow the route prepared by the Taoist Master of Time and become the new Taoist Master of Time.

Tao Zun doesn't care who the past owner of the natal immortal weapon was, or how many owners it has experienced, because it will be assimilated into him in the end anyway.

Regardless of whether the person who picked up the bottle was named Han Yu, Han Li, or Han Han.

Unless, this natal immortal weapon is picked up by another Taoist.

…

Bai Mo was thinking about how he should deal with this guy and this magical weapon.

To be fair, Taoist Master Time is also a well-known strong man among Taoist masters. His natal immortal weapon has extremely powerful abilities. If used well, his cultivation speed will be like cheating.

But this thing is not like spirit stones. Spirit stones can be snatched from other people's pockets and used immediately without any trouble.

Another Taoist's natal immortal weapon is the shape of the other person from the inside out, with marks everywhere on it. Others must pay a price if they want to use it, sometimes it may be their lives.

"It's all over."

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

…

"Where am I? What just happened?" Han Yu's last memory was still about 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 was it that when he came to his senses again, he was lying on his own bed?

"Brother Feiyu brought you back."

Han Yu's sister raised her head and said.

"You're fine, why did you faint in the back?"

After arriving at Qixuanmen, which was safe enough, Han Yu's sister gradually returned to the attire of a normal girl, no longer like she did in the refugee camp before, degrading her image every day to avoid trouble.

"Feiyu? Is it him?"

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

Subconsciously touching his arms, he found that the bottle he had picked up before he fell into coma was firmly placed in his breast pocket, and he didn't lose any money.

"Seems like a good guy."

Li Feiyu is the original name of Bai Mo Duo She's body, and he is still living under this name for the time being.

"My head still hurts a little. Let me rest for a while."

"I'll make you some porridge."

Before Han Yu could figure out the ins and outs of this, he felt a dull pain in the back of his head again. He didn't know whether it was because he had a headache because he was thinking about something too difficult, or because he was knocked unconscious.

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

…

Time goes back to half a day ago.

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

The cave is dark and deep, and almost no sunlight can shine in, but for Bai Mo, who has spiritual thoughts, this is not an obstacle.

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

That was indeed the life-long immortal weapon of the Taoist Master of Time.

He casually poured the green liquid out of the cave, not knowing which wild grass would be lucky enough to turn into a thousand-year-old spiritual grass with this little green liquid, and 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 began to glow.

He stretched a trace of divine thought into the space inside the jade pendant and found that under the four big characters "Historical Text", there was a giant stone tablet engraved with countless runes, which occupied about one-tenth of the entire space.

Immediately, Bai Mo's mind was blessed, and he transformed into a transparent hand with divine thought and gently stroked the stone tablet.

An explosive flow of information gushed out from the stone tablet!

"...The previous life of Daozun Moyang was also called Bai Mo. He was a cultivator on Earth who had cultivated to the realm of True Immortal. Due to an accident, his body was infected by some mysterious toxin and was on the verge of death. He chose to give up everything and only retained a trace of his true spirit to be reborn in Daochen Realm?"

"Does rebirth also come with a nesting doll..."

Another huge memory of thousands of years was stuffed in.

Fortunately, this time his strength has recovered a little, and it is much faster to process and absorb than before.

But the memory of the previous life of more than 3,000 years, from a small Qi Refining cultivator to a True Immortal, is still not so easy to digest.

"My previous life was actually on a Xiuxian star called 'Earth'?"