The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"Wangchuan is not a coexistent existence with the underworld, but suddenly appeared in the underworld some time after the birth of the underworld. The name of Wangchuan was given by the first generation of Hades. What secrets did the first generation of Hades discover from Wangchuan that led to the construction of the Naihe Bridge on Wangchuan and the naming of Wangchuan?"

Raising his slender sword eyebrows, a deep and heavy look flashed across his eyes. Xuanyuan closed the ancient book with a yellow cover in his hand. He casually picked a petal from the Manjusari that grew beside the Wangchuan River and was as gorgeous as fire. He used it as a bookmark and put it in this ancient book, remembering the place and page he saw.

Thinking about the many secrets of Wangchuan, Xuanyuan couldn't help showing a thoughtful look between his eyebrows. It seemed that he understood something about the secrets of Wangchuan, but he still seemed confused and couldn't figure it out. There was a lot of hesitation in his expression, which was quite unpredictable.

In front of Xuanyuan, the vast, turbid, withered and dark Wangchuan River is still rushing forward without stopping, day after day, year after year, and it has no idea where the way back and the end are. For countless years, Wangchuan River has been flowing back and forth like this, never tired, and does not know where it came from and where it ends.

It has become a landmark and a symbol of the underworld, but the sad thing is that Wangchuan River itself does not remember where it came from. It does not even remember who it is and where it came from. At this time, it has become a symbol of the underworld. It has to be said that this is indeed a kind of cold humor and ridicule.

On the bank of this deserted and lonely Wangchuan River, although there are souls who have just died and come to the underworld every day, they come to the bank of Wangchuan River and cross the Naihe Bridge to reincarnate in the depths of the underworld, but these souls are just passers-by, and they are in a hurry. Although their number is as numerous as the hair of a cow and as many as drops of water in the sea, they come and go in a hurry, without any nostalgia or stay.

Actually, the one that has always been with the Forgotten River is the Manjusaka growing by the river. Manjusaka is a flower of death that only blooms in the underworld. Its leaves grow for a thousand years, and the flowers bloom after the leaves fall. Then the flowers bloom for a thousand years, and the leaves grow after the flowers fall. This cycle repeats itself. No matter how many years and time have passed, the flowers and leaves will never meet.

"The former Emperor of Heaven was able to escape the calculations of Heaven and finally save his life, all because of the specialness of Wangchuan. It was because of Wangchuan that the calculations of Heaven failed and His calculations did not achieve the expected results, which made Heaven set its sights on Wangchuan. In other words, even the Heaven of this world does not know the birth and origin of Wangchuan."

Xuanyuan nodded slowly and made a preliminary judgment. At the same time, he had more guesses in his mind, but he could not figure out a clear clue for a while. He needed to think carefully and find more clues, so he did not speak out these guesses and speculations in his mind, but just kept them in mind and thought silently.

"What a pity... If this ancient book was left by the first Hades, then it should record more secrets about Wangchuan. After all, the first Hades may be the first person to come into contact with Wangchuan in person." Xuanyuan's eyes swept across the ancient book in his hand, and he couldn't help but sighed softly with some regret.

Although I really hope that this ancient book was left by the first Hades, it is a pity that this ancient book was not left by the first Hades, but was written and recorded by the judge who assisted the first Hades, and has been passed down to this day. Although it is also highly credible, it is impossible for anyone to know the origin and origin of Wangchuan better than the first Hades.

If Mingyue is not now transformed into her original form and venting wantonly in the Netherworld, rushing around and colliding with all the Yin and Ming ghosts in the Netherworld, but is by Xuanyuan's side, then she can give Xuanyuan a very reasonable explanation for the fact that the first ancient book recording Wangchuan was written by the judge instead of the first Hades-

Well, the first Hades is Mingyue's direct ancestor, her great-great-great-grandfather, and the temperament and hobbies of their clan cannot be said to be exactly the same, but they are indeed very similar and largely similar. So just looking at Mingyue, you can actually guess the personality and hobbies of Mingyue's parents.

From Mingyue to the previous generation, it is obvious that the first generation of Hades could not like to study, let alone be full of culture and ink - although the ink color of his scales is quite sufficient, writing ancient books and recording history is really too difficult for the first generation of Hades, who is a rough man. The first generation of Hades can't even write, okay!

"You can actively diffuse power to lead me to this world, which shows that you have your own consciousness and desire. What do you want to remember with my power? What have you forgotten? What is your origin and origin? Who were you before you became Wangchuan?"

Leaning forward slightly, Xuanyuan raised his long eyebrows and asked softly with some doubts and exploration. He stretched his right hand into Wangchuan. The turbid and yellow river water kept rushing forward. The cold and moist water brushed Xuanyuan's hand. An inexplicable thought and emotion followed the water flow and entangled Xuanyuan's body and his consciousness.

"Help me... I know you can help me..."

When Xuanyuan's right hand was immersed in the Wangchuan River, an inexplicable thought suddenly emerged from the Wangchuan River and entangled Xuanyuan. After this thought established a connection with Xuanyuan, a hoarse, low, vicissitudes and melancholy voice sounded faintly in Xuanyuan's heart, with a deep pleading tone.

Compared to the vague expression of Wangchuan when Xuanyuan first came to this world and asked Wangchuan, Wangchuan was unable to express his meaning clearly. At this time, Wangchuan was able to convey clearer emotions and meanings, and even had the intention to directly ask Xuanyuan, without any shackles.

With his sword eyebrows slightly raised, Xuanyuan listened to the voice that sounded directly in his heart, and couldn't help but sighed softly. A thoughtful and dark look flashed across his eyes. His right hand was still immersed in Wangchuan without reaching out, maintaining the connection with Wangchuan's thoughts. After a light sneer, he asked: "You want me to help you, why don't you tell me what I want you to help you with first."

After Xuanyuan directly asked Wangchuan what he wanted him to do, Wangchuan's original connection with him gradually began to become unstable and even loose. At the same time, the information sent back by Wangchuan gradually began to become messy: "Help me... find, my... data Core..."

"...You come from...there, you...are the host...You can definitely help me find...You can do it, I finally, waited...for the person from there..."

"…………"

The information transmitted by Wangchuan's thoughts was messy, broken and bumpy, and even incoherent and intermittent. After it said only two sentences, there was no more movement, and no third sentence was transmitted to Xuanyuan. Wangchuan's thoughts disappeared silently, and the connection between it and Xuanyuan was directly broken, as if Wangchuan's thoughts had silently sunk to the bottom of Wangchuan and could no longer be found.

Swish!

After listening to the two intermittent sentences transmitted by Wangchuan's thoughts and understanding the meaning of the words clearly, Xuanyuan's pupils suddenly shrank in shock and surprise. He suddenly stood up with a swish, his eyes full of doubts, and a look of shock and inexplicable horror flashed in his eyes.

The two sentences conveyed by Wangchuan’s thoughts before actually clearly told Xuanyuan the secrets hidden in Wangchuan, its origin and origin, and this fact and truth was something Xuanyuan had never thought of before. Although he had some guesses, he really hadn’t thought of this…

Or, Xuanyuan had always thought that Wangchuan was a strong man from another world, and might be a powerful man who could walk in other worlds like Xuanyuan. He came to this world by chance, and because of some accidents, he turned into Wangchuan in this world, and then sank into the underworld for nearly ten thousand years.

But now it seems that his speculation is biased. Wangchuan did come from outside this world, but he was not a strong man from another world as Xuanyuan thought, but…an intelligent life similar to a system or an intelligent brain? Otherwise, how could there be such a thing as a data core? Or, a bolder guess——

The intelligent brain life of the Lord God could not have been born out of nothing. It is obvious that He was created by a certain existence. The main god space encompasses hundreds of millions of worlds. I don’t know how many years and time it has gone through. So, is the main god who has been cooperating and trading with Xuanyuan really the first main god created?

Before him, were there other main gods who were created and put into use, and entrusted with the important task of managing all the worlds in the main god space? And if there really were other main gods before the current main god, and they were responsible for managing all the mission worlds in the main god space, why would the previous main gods be replaced by the current main god?

Is it because the service life has expired, so it has to be replaced? But with Xuanyuan’s understanding of the current main god, seeing that his logic and operating ability are so strong, it is completely impossible to see that he has such a thing as a "shelf life". Then, if the main god is not replaced because the shelf life has expired, then why?

Xuanyuan lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, and a guess gradually surfaced in his heart.