Chapter 1634: Please Witness the Cycle of Birth and Death Above, Self-Enter into Ancient and Modern Forgetfulness

“Good.”

Chong Yin’s face broke into a smile, as if pleased.

This was by no means an expression of tenderness, for in the eyes of others, his expression was still terrifying.

After Kong Yuhen’s affirmative answer, those three eerie purple eyes now blazed with only the desire for “control” and an air of “domination.”

But his movements were gentle. He held the wine cup, not drinking, but twirling it lightly between his fingers.

His voice was unhurried, and he stared intently at Kong Yuhen, slowly revealing his “worries”:

“I have a room, though leaky, it is sufficient to nourish the soul and spirit.”

“There are thieves within, countless in the past, who gathered three keys, broke into the room, plundered treasures, seized valuables, trampled rare spirits like rotten grain, and scorned strange stones like worn-out shoes. They take everything, or else destroy it; nothing evil is left undone, no treachery is left unpracticed.”

“My first worry is: are these people thieves?”

Chong Yin finished speaking, his expression still relaxed, but he slammed the wine cup heavily onto the tea table, spilling wine everywhere due to the force.

This heavy thud echoed not only throughout the bottom floor of Gujin Wangyou Lou, but also in Huang Quan’s heart.

“Ah, this…”

Huang Quan was as silent as a cicada in winter.

So, this is how it feels to be an invader of the God’s Relics from Chong Yin’s perspective?

A bunch of bandits suddenly broke into one’s home, turned into rabid dogs, uprooting spiritual plants, seizing spiritual artifacts, and digging up spiritual ore…

They took everything they could.

What they couldn't take, they destroyed.

Even the air…

The spiritual energy and ownerless sacred power in the air, they would try to inhale it all, attempting to dry up and thin the air, stifling the true owner of this place.

Are they thieves?

They are truly thieving!

Huang Quan trembled, not daring to make a sound. He was one of those “thieves,” and his spatial ring still held many stolen goods!

“Thieves, huh…”

Wang Ze Shengdi, while warming the wine stove, felt that this story was very far from him.

He was actually a visitor as well.

Unlike the others, he hadn't even started to “steal” before someone invited him into this building for tea.

Yes, he had been drinking until now.

Feeling a little wronged…

The atmosphere at the tea table subtly solidified.

Whether it was the guilty Huang Quan or the detached Wang Ze Shengdi, both perceived Chong Yin’s intention.

The other party was so direct, how could Kong Yuhen not notice?

He clearly understood Chong Yin’s worries, but facing the interrogation, he merely responded:

“Even if we disregard the past, just by listening to the various actions you described, these are indeed ‘thieves’.”

Kong Yuhen was the first to affirm Chong Yin’s question.

But after a pause, he approached from another angle, as if on an equal footing, and calmly retorted:

“However, being able to ‘gather three keys and open the room door’ implies that these keys were scattered by the owner of the humble abode in advance, opening at the appointed time, or perhaps with their prior tacit approval.”

“This room is not humble, and for its owner to act in such a way, then later harbor a condemning heart, this action might be considered humble.”

Kong Yuhen finished calmly, Chong Yin had yet to react, but Huang Quan and Wang Ze Shengdi already felt a slight tingling in their scalps.

Too calm!

The counterattack was too fierce!

This was precisely targeting the earlier matter of the Si Xiang Mi Jing, where the God Official Ran Ming appeared and issued an invitation to everyone from the Sheng Shen Continent.

You invited these people yourself, and now you’re turning around and condemning them as thieves who robbed your house?

Wang Ze Shengdi felt a little melancholic, but not towards Chong Yin, but rather towards Kong Yuhen.

He had thought that Kong Yuhen, being in Gujin Wangyou Lou and disdaining a Shengdi, was already the limit.

He never expected that upon encountering the evil god Chong Yin, he could still respond in such a manner.

“Is he unaffected by the power of guidance…?” Wang Ze Shengdi’s thoughts reached this point, then suddenly stiffened, and he raised the wine stove beside him a little higher.

The wine was too warm.

It needed to be turned down to a low flame.

Just right, since I am of the Wind attribute, I can control the heat.

“Duluuluu…”

He refilled the cup for Kong Yuhen, who had just finished drinking, and also for Chong Yin.

After doing this, he naturally brought the wine stove to Huang Quan’s empty tea cup, about to fill it.

A pause.

Huang Quan looked up.

Rao Wang Ze lowered his eyes.

Their eyes met, and after half a breath, they both looked away.

Wang Ze Shengdi did not pour wine for Huang Quan, and Huang Quan seemed not to notice what had just happened.

“Useless! Useless! Useless!”

Rao Wang Ze inwardly fumed, then picked up the wine stove and sat back down, not knowing whom he was scolding.

“Gathered three keys, broke into the room door.”

“Not ‘gathered three keys, opened the room door’.”

Chong Yin was the first to correct Kong Yuhen’s slip of the tongue, whether it was intentional or not, before saying:

“The three keys were scattered outside; it was not my doing.”

“Awakening from a great dream within the room, that is Chong Yin.”

Is Chong Yin such a weak god, that he was awakened by this… Huang Quan thought with an unperturbed expression.

Kong Yuhen was not the ignorant Kong Yuhen, but the thoughtful Kong Yuhen, and he replied:

“So, the owner of the humble abode is not Chong Yin, but actually Ran Ming, correct?”

That’s right, the keys weren’t even scattered by you, so how are you the owner?

If you’re not the owner, then where do all these words of condemnation come from?

Wang Ze Shengdi’s gaze then shifted from the serene Kong Yuhen to Chong Yin’s frequently shaking head.

He heard him say:

“Not so.”

“Ran Ming and I are both owners of this humble abode, or perhaps neither of us are.”

Kong Yuhen remained silent, merely curving his eyebrows slightly, smiling as he picked up his wine cup, awaiting the explanation.

Chong Yin responded fluently:

“This relic is formed by the triangular convergence of Tian Jing.”

“Tian Jing is ownerless. Ran Ming and I are both recipients of great opportunities, gaining this relic without precedence, becoming the masters of this room.”

“When Ran Ming leaves, I am the master; if I leave, he is the master. Let’s set aside our mutual relationship for now; for now, it’s first come, first served!”

“I have long resided here, thus I am the master.”

“These people came later, thus they are guests.”

“The guests engaged in thievery, plundering this room, leaving its four walls empty, their evil actions alarming me from my sleep. My heart is greatly worried.”

“Gujin Wangyou Lou cannot resolve the ancient matters between Ran Ming and me, but it can resolve my current worries.”

Indeed, no outsider could arbitrate the old matters between Chong Yin and Ran Ming, as it involved a dispute between ancestral gods.

Kong Yuhen could sense the "sincerity" in Chong Yin's words.

He was surprised by this—even Di Ying Sheng Zhu showed him no reverence, so why was Chong Yin treating him with such respect?

Similarly, he also understood something from these words:

The Zhan Shen Ling were scattered by Ran Ming, unrelated to Chong Yin, but the people Ran Ming invited to inherit the legacy disturbed Chong Yin.

Could this be why the God's Relics were later sealed, allowing everyone to enter but not exit?

If so, it was fundamentally different from what he had expected.

Kong Yuhen and Xu Xiao Shou had coincidentally shared the same thought, believing that the one who spoke "God Official Si Ming, guiding reincarnation" in the Si Xiang Mi Jing was not Ran Ming, but actually Chong Yin…

There's more to this?

It seems that this originally ownerless Tian Jing triangle, this "room," belongs both to Ran Ming—who brought it about—and to Chong Yin—who happened to leave behind contingencies here.

Their dispute aside.

Now, with this condemnation of "injustice," Chong Yin also stands on the moral high ground—at least as half an owner.

Kong Yuhen didn't know why he commanded such respect, that Chong Yin would ask him to arbitrate when facing "injustice."

But since he had already promised to "intervene if injustice is met," he could only proceed step by step now.

“Am I the master of this room?” Chong Yin asked with a smile.

“Yes,” Kong Yuhen could only nod.

“Even if not, it’s no problem.” Chong Yin smiled, as if never caring about a “yes” or “no” answer. Only after resolving Kong Yuhen’s counter-question, he continued to state his worries:

“The room has three layers, named three realms.”

“An ancestral god’s dream, nourishing the three realms with consciousness, thus creation was born in the wild, and wisdom bloomed within. Ran Ming is no more, and all three realms are nurtured by me. Di Ying vomited blood, and the Great Dao was completed here.”

“There are thieves here, who cut down the ancestral tree in Realm One, stole the heavenly core in Realm Two, and desecrated the ancestral god in Realm Three. They destroy creation where they find it, and seize opportunities where they arise. I descended divine power, vanquishing evil and removing ailments, striving to restore this room and nurture its ancient battle wounds.”

“However, the thieves repeatedly obstructed me, pressing closer, injuring my Dao infant and destroying my divine court. I have only just recovered, willing but powerless. In desperation, I had no choice but to step into this place.”

“Gujin Wangyou Lou has always been renowned for ‘forgetting worries.’ I ask my second worry: faced with such injustice, are you willing to lend your assistance?”

Chong Yin spoke earnestly, expressing his grievances.

After speaking, his gaze met theirs, devoid of pressure, completely transformed into a pitiful state of one who, after encountering great disaster and injustice, yearns for aid.

At this moment, let alone Kong Yuhen,

Even Huang Quan and Wang Ze Shengdi, who were listening by the side, inexplicably felt a surge of anger.

Thieves!

Villains!

Rascals!

Chong Yin had painstakingly managed the God’s Relics for thousands, tens of thousands of years, only wishing to properly heal his wounds.

Yet you lot, after robbing the place, still plot against the original owner, do you even intend to eliminate the ancestral god and then become the ancestral god yourselves?

Absolutely outrageous!

After indulging in his emotions for a long time, Huang Quan suddenly realized that he was also one of those “rascals.”

My sin, my sin…

Don’t see me, don’t see me, don’t see me…

Kong Yuhen’s heart was a mix of emotions, his expression uncontrollably showing a complex look.

In Gujin Wangyou Lou, only genuine feelings were revealed.

Not to mention that Chong Yin didn’t exert any guiding power on him, even if he wanted to…

Kong Yuhen didn’t know why, but he had this confidence.

The other party couldn't guide him.

This meant that what he said was absolutely true.

His grievance was real, his unwillingness was real, and his anger was also real.

After encountering such injustice, his earnest desire to entrust him with help was also real!

But helping Chong Yin, wouldn't that be equivalent to opposing those “thieves”?

Kong Yuhen remained silent for a long time, drinking three cups in succession.

Wang Ze Shengdi was incredibly busy, and after refilling three cups, he held the wine stove and stared blankly at this person.

Then he heard Kong Yuhen finally ask, “Who are these thieves?”

Chong Yin leaned back slightly, resting against an invisible backrest, his three heads and three mouths speaking in unison:

“Xu Xiao Shou.”

“Dao Qiong Cang.”

“Cao Yi Han.”

What?!

Under the mask, Huang Quan’s eyes widened.

Cao Yi Han?

If he heard correctly, Cao Yi Han could only be that Cao Yi Han, right?

But…

Kuang Lei Han also entered the God’s Relics?

When did that happen?

Didn't that person disappear long ago?

Even if he came out, he would never walk the same path as Dao Dian Zhu… Oh, Dao Qiong Cang is no longer Dao Dian Zhu, is that why?

And!

“Xu, Dao, Cao, three people working together, only two Shi Zun Zuo, and one with the potential of a Shi Zun Zuo.”

“Chong Yin, can’t even beat them?”

“Can only come to Gujin Wangyou Lou to ask Kong Yuhen for help?”

Why Kong Yuhen?

Huang Quan was utterly baffled.

Logically, a combination that even the evil god Chong Yin couldn’t defeat, no one in the world should be able to defeat.

Eventually, as he pondered, an absurd idea gradually surfaced in his mind:

It was normal for Chong Yin not to be able to defeat a Shi Zun Zuo.

Because only a Shi Zun Zuo could defeat a Shi Zun Zuo…

“What am I thinking?”

Huang Quan shivered, chilling himself.

He almost wanted to slap his own mask, not daring to let his mind wander under such a delicate atmosphere anymore.

“Why me?”

Kong Yuhen also asked.

He couldn't understand a combination that Chong Yin couldn't defeat.

How could he, a novice who was even chased and chopped by Di Ying Sheng Zhu, possibly “assist”?

Upon hearing this, Chong Yin’s three purple eyes converged simultaneously.

His expression was serious, as if he was examining Kong Yuhen, pondering whether these words were a joke or an attempt to shirk responsibility.

It didn’t seem like a joke.

Nor was it an evasion.

“Jiezicici…”

Chong Yin let out a strange laugh whose emotion was unreadable.

Suddenly, he rose, stepped back a few paces, and all six arms pointed forward simultaneously. In front of the people at the tea table, he declared loudly:

“Your Excellency stands upon the river of time, untouched by the cycle of creation and destruction of the Great Dao. You comprehend past and present, discern fate, exist in the mundane world, yet your form and will transcend it.”

“I face injustice now. If Your Excellency cannot resolve it, then who in this world can?”

The wine stove slipped from his hand, its lid overturned, and scalding wine poured onto his feet, but Wang Ze Shengdi stared blankly, oblivious.

What?

What did he hear?

Standing upon the river of time, untouched by the cycle of creation and destruction of the Great Dao… What level of evaluation is this?

And it came from the mouth of the ancestral god Chong Yin!

Is he joking?

Is this a new form of flattery?

Just to get Kong Yuhen to help, is it really necessary?

Wang Ze Shengdi looked back in a daze, gazing at Chong Yin’s three solemn faces.

How could this look like a joke?

He suddenly recalled Chong Yin’s polite and earnest demeanor since entering Gujin Wangyou Lou.

How could this be how one would treat a mere ant? It was clearly placing the other party in a… extremely important position, wasn’t it?

“Yue Zui Jiu Zhong Kong Yuhen…”

Whether Kong Yuhen was drunk, Wang Ze Shengdi didn’t know, but his own head was dizzy, as if he were drunk.

The small wooden stool beneath his buttocks flipped over.

This time, Huang Quan couldn’t control himself either.

He stood up in shock, then forcibly suppressed it, falling back onto the ground. The words echoing in his mind were the same evaluation from the ancestral god Chong Yin:

“Standing upon the river of time, untouched by the cycle of creation and destruction of the Great Dao…”

He turned his gaze woodenly, looking at Kong Yuhen.

This ordinary, square-faced man, whose brows and eyes showed no particular brilliance, and whose lips and nose appeared unremarkable, had faint stubble that seemed to have grown from staying in Gujin Wangyou Lou for too long, adding a touch of dishevelment…

In short, it was a face that would be utterly unremarkable in a crowd!

How could he, of all people, receive such an evaluation from the evil god Chong Yin?

Inexplicably, Huang Quan glanced sideways at the small wooden sculptures on the nearby table.

This seemed to be Kong Yuhen’s hobby.

He had carved wooden sculptures of all the “friends” who had entered Gujin Wangyou Lou and displayed them on the table.

Among them, there was one of himself.

Huang Quan stared intently, discerning for a long time, but gained nothing.

He could not discern what his face beneath the mask on the wooden sculpture looked like, just as he could not fully comprehend the true essence of Kong Yuhen.

Huang Quan looked up, gazing distractedly at this Gujin Wangyou Lou.

He even found this building to be illusory, feeling it was too unreal, as if even he, standing here, had become a dummy, a projection!

Huang Quan trembled, not daring to speak, feeling a deep anxiety in his heart.

It was precisely for these reasons—this strangeness, this unknown—that he had remained silent since entering Gujin Wangyou Lou.

“Friend, you flatter me too much.”

At the tea table, Kong Yuhen rose, flattered.

He had always been searching for “who I am,” but even the Heavenly Ancestor at that time had only given him an ambiguous answer.

Now Chong Yin, surprisingly, praised him so highly…

Kong Yuhen knew his own limitations. The other party, to get him to help, was clearly resorting to some “unscrupulous” methods.

He was about to speak.

Chong Yin waved his hand to stop him.

Chong Yin was about to speak.

“Gazi”

A strange noise came from the side.

The wooden door of Gujin Wangyou Lou was pushed open again.

This time, the four people at the tea table all turned their heads to look.

They saw a person first emerge from the shimmering light, through the passage leading to nothingness.

He was burly, held a staff, and exuded a fierce aura, like a great general about to go into battle.

But his eyes were peaceful.

His gaze swept over the furnishings in the pavilion, then he took a deep breath of the wine and tea fragrance here, and a hint of melancholy and nostalgia appeared on his face:

“Ah, a long-lost anxiety fills my heart, I can’t help but want to recite a poem…”

The light shifted.

The great general had not yet begun to find a poem suitable for the scene to recite.

Behind him, a head cautiously popped out, and seeing no danger, he pulled his lower body out from behind the wooden door.

He showed no anxiety, and after looking around, he chuckled softly:

“Oh, so many people…”

“Perfect, a clean sweep!”