Chapter 474

Since Jiuzhou and the Zongwang Player made contact.

Many troublesome deities and creatures began to mix into Jiuzhou.

However, every node of Jiuzhou's fundamental timeline is firmly anchored by the Heavenly Court; anyone who dares to go to the real timeline is basically asking for death.

Being kicked out by an emperor-level circle is normal; at one point even the Empress of Earth personally stepped in to capture.

However, the many timelines derived from Jiuzhou are hard to avoid being contaminated by these sneaky rats.

Previously, these people were always sneaky, but the time point of the Eight Princes' Rebellion is different; in Jiuzhou's fundamental history, this scene actually happened.

This is also the fundamental reason why Sima Yan and Sima Ying could open the world and draw in the Zongwang Player.

This is also the reason people often say the trend cannot be changed; the consciousness of Jiuzhou will intervene along the trajectory of historical development.

And right now, this is the intervention of Jiuzhou's consciousness regarding Mu Yi's reckless intrusion.

And many gods and demons have also taken advantage of this intervention to intrude into this world.

"Flip the table!"

After Mu Yi briefly pondered, he immediately made a choice.

The opening of this world can no longer be organized; it can be said that after the Eight Princes' Rebellion, it might become a camp war in which many forces participate.

By then, heaven knows where the timeline will be stabbed to.

However, it is certain that the connected immortals and gods of the Jin dynasty will certainly not agree.

Mu Yi gritted his teeth and flew straight onto the Yellow River.

"Yellow River Lord, are you there!"

In the surging Yellow River, a water column suddenly exploded, and a figure with a human body and fish tail leapt out of the water.

"Kid, what do you want from me?"

"I want to borrow the Yellow River's water for a moment!"

Yellow River Lord Bing Yi, hearing this, immediately looked at Mu Yi coldly.

As the Yellow River Lord, he is also an ancient deity who attained the Dao; back then, he even refused to submit to Ying Long's command over the waters of the Yellow River, Yangtze, Han, Huai, and Ji, and fought a battle with Ying Long.

Now Mu Yi opens his mouth to ask him to borrow the Yellow River's water—this is essentially trying to move the source of his power.

He didn't even submit to Ying Long, so how would he submit to Mu Yi, this greenhorn kid.

"Kid, you're courting death!"

In the next instant, dozens of water dragons burst from the surging Yellow River and surrounded Mu Yi.

Mu Yi frowned; this is not what they had agreed upon earlier—the Heavenly Court's Yellow River Lord had clearly told him that, if necessary, he could lend him a hand.

How could he change his mind at such a time—isn't this harmful?

Before Mu Yi could act, the Yellow River suddenly exploded again with a water column, and a white bone bearing a dim gray seal floated to the surface.

The water dragons that had just been brandishing their claws and teeth instantly scattered into droplets and fell back into the Yellow River.

The hollow eye sockets of the white bone stared at Mu Yi; only the bone's jaw slightly opened and closed, yet unexpectedly a sound came out:

"I am Feng Yi; he is Bing Yi; you've mistaken the person!"

Mu Yi's face twitched slightly upon hearing this; he realized he had been schemed by that bastard Feng Yi.

"Are you the guy who replaced me?"

Bing Yi's eyes grew even colder; given the circumstances, the moment Feng Yi appeared, everything became clear.

Bing Yi and Consort Mi were related; Consort Mi had once been married to Bing Yi, but because Bing Yi was a flirtatious playboy, after they were husband and wife for a while, they divorced automatically and became siblings.

And Consort Mi also later married Hou Yi.

This is also why, as a matchmaking deity, Consort Mi could only bind superficial affinities; she herself was also remarried.

However, all of this changed in the Jin dynasty.

The love and hatred of Consort Mi are not really known by the Sima family, after all, Consort Mi is the daughter of Fuxi, so there wouldn't be much disgraceful talk about her spread around.

The Jin offended Consort Mi, and naturally also feared Bing Yi as her brother; thus they forcibly conferred divinity upon heaven's behalf, appointing Feng Yi as the Yellow River Lord.

This was also done to make Bing Yi disappear.

Strictly speaking, Bing Yi, as the original Yellow River Lord, had already died.

He died as early as when he fought Ying Long.

But here is a projection of the lower realm; combined with the karma between Bing Yi and Consort Mi, this world's Bing Yi has remained alive, while conversely Feng Yi has become a desiccated bone in the Yellow River, unable to become the Yellow River deity.

Even with the Jin's investiture, Feng Yi could not replace Bing Yi.

Even if one acts from later ages and lands in this world, it may not necessarily be able to defeat Bing Yi.

Therefore it agreed to Zhuge Liang's plan, bringing Mu Yi into this world, hoping to prolong the Jin dynasty a bit so he could figure out how to kill Bing Yi.

Zhuge Liang had figured this out, but he didn't tell Mu Yi; after all, the more Mu Yi is schemed against, the heavier the karma, and Feng Yi also had no choice but to join their bandit ship.

The Jin can invest Feng Yi, and naturally the Later Han can as well.

Just as Feng Yi was thinking about how to explain, Bing Yi already launched an attack; he had previously been unable to find Feng Yi, never expecting the opponent to have turned into a white bone immersed in the Yellow River.

Now that he has finally caught him, he naturally will not allow Feng Yi to replace him.

"Help me lend a hand! I will naturally assist Lord Guan Sheng Dijun with a hand!" Feng Yi raised the Yellow River Great Seal and shouted helplessly.

If it is killed by Bing Yi, letting this Bing Yi live on could cause big trouble later.

How could a single Yellow River possibly accommodate two Yellow River Lords?

Mu Yi's face looked a bit grim; he hated being schemed against, but after hesitating a moment, he still could only grit his teeth and endure.

In most worlds, Feng Yi had already replaced Bing Yi since the time of the Yellow Emperor; if Feng Yi were willing to help them, that would be another great assistance.

After all, the Yellow River's position in the Central Plains is exalted; even if Feng Yi still has superiors like the Water Official Great Emperor and the Four Rivers deities, that would still be enough to help them change the situation.

Looking at the two deadlocked giant waves on the Yellow River.

Mu Yi could only grit his teeth and endure, choosing to reach out and assist Feng Yi.

After all, Bingyi wouldn't cooperate with him, so at this point I could only help Fengyi; as for this grudge against me, I'll repay it later.

"Taste of Responding Dragon?"

Bingyi suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Yi, eyes filled with boundless hatred.

Compared to Fengyi, Bingyi still hates Responding Dragon the most; if not for Responding Dragon, how could they have ended up like this?

In reply, only the shattered heavens and the raging flood responded; endless Heavenly River water poured down from the torn clouds, and the surging torrent instantly reached Bingyi's face.

Behind Mu Yi extended a crimson-gold illusory Responding Dragon, roaring toward the sky.

The dark clouds were Responding Dragon's crown.

Wind and rain were Responding Dragon's shawl.

Although not the true form, a single appearance already turned heaven and earth into Responding Dragon's exclusive kingdom.

This is the effect of Mu Yi activating the Responding Dragon Totem to the extreme.

After obtaining Responding Dragon's essence blood, he immediately drew the Responding Dragon Totem, covering and absorbing the Barbarian Ox Totem on his body.

At this moment, the fang-and-claw Responding Dragon roared behind Mu Yi, causing Bingyi's eyes to turn red, abandoning Fengyi and lunging to kill Mu Yi.

"Anyone associated with Responding Dragon deserves to die!"

Wind and rain moved to imprison Bingyi, yet Bingyi was unaffected.

Moreover, the wind and rain reversed, surging toward Mu Yi.

"Do you want to toy with wind and rain before me?" Bingyi's mocking voice pierced the rain curtain: "Let you see my abilities."

Wind and rain turned into Frenzy's towering waves that slammed down on Mu Yi.

Mu Yi was swallowed whole by the wave; when he emerged, he looked quite embarrassed.

After all, this Responding Dragon Totem is just a newly acquired ability; it can't compare to Bingyi's innate divinity, and was outright crushed in the realm of wind-and-rain control.

However, Mu Yi sensed a familiar feeling within it.

"Those who claim association with Responding Dragon deserve to die, yet you secretly study its divine abilities, right?" Mu Yi taunted.

He too has fought Responding Dragon, so he naturally knows its divine abilities.

This person probably has been studying Responding Dragon's abilities to improve themselves ever since being defeated by it; otherwise they wouldn't simulate it so closely.

But a fake is still a fake; even if the wind and rain it conjures are sufficient, it lacks the Responding Dragon's all-encompassing, world-changing meaning.

Simply put, one draws a patch of heaven and earth and pours water into it, while the other directly alters the world's most fundamental nature, making wind and rain a realm of their own.

Bingyi's face grew even uglier; nothing is more infuriating than being exposed to one's face.

"You! Deserve! To! Die!"

"The one who deserves to die is you!"

Mu Yi exhaled a white mist; for him, Responding Dragon's divine abilities are ultimately just an aid, and he has no intention of following the path of Responding Dragon.

In the next instant, all sounds fell silent, spiritual awareness dimmed, and only water vapor could linger between heaven and earth; its rapid rise and abundant concentration plunged everything into a white world.

Within the white mist, a grayish-white hue appeared, distinct from darkness.

Like mist, like water.

The distant heavens and earth quickly blurred, as the world split into layers, forming a vast cage.

Moreover, the water vapor filling every corner grew clamorous; each tiny particle exhibited the vitality of a living thing, furious and howling, the violent, chaotic sounds, after a moment's adjustment, merging into one.

"Chi You's Great Fog?"

Bingyi at least lived to see Responding Dragon become a god of the Four Rivers, so naturally they knew of Chi You's infamous Great Fog.

Only when truly trapped within the Great Fog did Bingyi understand where Chi You's mighty menace came from.

"Prepare to die!"

Mu Yi sneered, bursting from the mist and swinging the Tiger Soul Blade at Bingyi's forehead.

The Tiger Soul Blade carved a crimson gash, severing one of Bingyi's arms; with a plop, the arm fell into the water, staining the area red.

Wracked with pain, Bingyi's visage twisted and they suddenly fled in one direction.

They could not sense Mu Yi's whereabouts at all, the white mist blocking their perception.

Mu Yi could launch a surprise attack on them from anywhere.

"Deserve to die, deserve to die, deserve to die!"

Bingyi roared in anger, yet could do nothing; the strengthened Great Fog had truly reached perfection, no longer something ordinary gods could dispel.

"Boom!"

As if the Tiger Soul Blade that split heaven and earth, under its violent force, instantly churned huge waves, wrapping in a shrill gale and heavily smashing into Bingyi.

One strike down, and another irreparable wound was left on Bingyi's body.

"It kills me with pain!"

Bingyi couldn't help but cry out in pain.

But accompanying the anguished cry, a yellow spear as murky as the Yellow River slammed heavily into Mu Yi.

Realizing their speed couldn't match Mu Yi's, they gave up fleeing and chose to clash head-on with Mu Yi.

In a moment, flesh flew and bones snapped.

Bingyi's power, already maximized upon the Yellow River, now struck Mu Yi with a weapon forged from the Yellow River's currents.

Not only was the power heavy, but it also corrupted Mu Yi's entire body with turbid qi.

Bingyi roared to the heavens, again swinging the Yellow River Spear to smash Mu Yi.

A scholar separated for three days should be regarded with new eyes.

They are no longer the Yellow River's River Earl they once were.

After being gravely wounded by Responding Dragon, they trained hard in martial arts, unknown how much stronger they've become compared to before.

Since escape was impossible, they would fight Mu Yi.

The Yellow River Spear smashed down bearing the weight of the Yellow River; Mu Yi blocked with his Tiger Soul Saber, yet the immense force still shook him, leaving his bones and muscles sore.

If not for Mu Yi's sturdy physique, he would almost certainly have been shattered by that terrifying force.

"Hahaha, go die!"

Bing Yi laughed loudly, then struck down the Yellow River Spear again; the authority's power combined with his own mana would make this spear grow ever heavier—a method he had forged over the years, the most suitable for his combat.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Yi and Bing Yi had already fought three hundred rounds, both sustaining serious injuries.

Mu Yi felt a bit annoyed; he now understood the feeling of those opponents whose power he had suppressed and then defeated.

Everyone's power had already reached the world's limit, yet Bing Yi, holding the Yellow River Water Vein Authority, was nonetheless stronger than him by a good margin.

If it weren't for the Tiger Soul Saber at his side, merely using the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow would likely have had his weapon shattered by now.

Bing Yi's martial arts, honed over a thousand years, are not to be underestimated; his skill of overpowering others with momentum has reached perfection.

"How is that all you've got!" Bing Yi laughed heartily, feeling the thrill of cutting down an enemy.

He had not felt such exhilarating satisfaction in a long time.

The strength that had lain dormant for a long time also seemed to begin rising; everything appeared to be developing in a favorable direction.

However, in the next instant, Bing Yi felt a sudden pain in his chest.

"How could this..."

Bing Yi stared in disbelief at the white bone hand thrusting out from his own chest.

"You forgot my existence!" Feng Yi's figure appeared behind Bing Yi.

Under Mu Yi's guidance, Feng Yi successfully appeared behind Bing Yi and delivered a clean, decisive killing blow.

In Bing Yi's eyes surged extreme unwillingness; he, who had taken the Responding Dragon as his goal and only honed his single‑combat skills, had never imagined he would one day be ganged up on.

"Die!"

Mu Yi had no mind to hear Bing Yi's last words; he directly seized the moment when Feng Yi restrained Bing Yi's movements and swung his blade.

The unavoidable Bing Yi flew high into the air, his head filled with resentment.

"I curse you, I curse you all, may you die a horrible death!" Bing Yi roared ferociously, his resentment almost taking tangible form.

"If you have anything to say, say it in Hell!"

Mu Yi snorted coldly, unfolded the barrier, and directly flung Bing Yi into the Hell Path.