Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 651 New Fang Yu, Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin
Zhao Yingkong's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in the silent square.

"When you were angrily confronting the clone Zheng Zha, when you were consumed by your inner demons and lost control."

Zhao Yingkong's gaze shifted from the bone tail behind him back to his face. "Back then... weren't you also..."

"The fourth-order gene lock has been unlocked?"

Fang Yu was taken aback by this sudden question.

All the complex emotions—sadness, guilt, confusion, and feelings about the changes in oneself—settled down in an instant.

He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his hands.

It was no longer the jet-black armor of its demonic form, but ordinary skin, but
A strange yet clear sensation, like a gentle stream, naturally welled up in my heart, replacing the awkward feeling of the drastic changes in my body.

That wasn't an "external vision" like Zhan Lan's mental scan, but a genuine "internal vision"!
It was as if a thin veil had been lifted from the world in his eyes.

He "saw" the pulsation of the tiny blood vessel network beneath his fingertips, and "heard" the extremely faint vibration of airflow deep within his cochlea. With the slightest thought, he could clearly "understand" and "fine-tune" the strength of the muscle fibers mobilized by each powerful heartbeat! This is an absolute and meticulous control over the body!

All his previous powers—ninjutsu, Haki, Taoist arts, and magic—seemed to have found a new leader at this moment, and their integration with this body became more harmonious and effortless, as if they were his own limbs.

The "Six Paths Ghoul" that came with the demonized form is no longer seen as a threat or an alien object under this meticulous understanding, but rather as a powerful extension of the body's organs.

Yes! That incredibly clear sense of control, permeating every cell of the body, even to the point of being able to alter parts of the body's structure—what else could it be but the "microscopic" realm of the fourth level of gene locking?!

Fang Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with disbelief, mixed with the ecstasy of sudden enlightenment and a deeper level of determination!

More exciting than the extra 68,000 reward points and nine B-level side quests is reaching the fourth level of the gene lock!
"Yes, yes! Sakura Sora." His voice was slightly hoarse with excitement, yet filled with undeniable certainty, "My genetic lock... has reached level four!"

This news was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly lifting the spirits of the three women who were immersed in grief!
They looked at Fang Yu and saw the new light in his eyes, forged from the trials of his inner demons. Amidst their complex emotions, a glimmer of hope for tenaciously breaking through the ruins of despair also arose!

"Although I don't know what my Light of the Soul is or how to use it, with the fourth-order gene lock, I should be the strongest in the cycle of reincarnation."

"Alright, the Yingqi Sword is lost, and the responsibility lies with me. Let me exchange a few days of 'The Legend of Shushan' to find a sword for her!"

After saying that, Fang Yu disappeared.

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The streets of the small town were bustling with people, and the shouts of peddlers and laborers rose and fell.

Fang Yu, who had just escaped the white light of the main god, felt the scenery around him suddenly change, and he was instantly surrounded by noisy voices and a strong sense of life.

He's back, back to the world of "The Legend of Shushan".

The place we settled in was a small town full of life.

He had no time to appreciate the thoughtfulness of the divine transmission, nor did he care to savor the long-lost hustle and bustle of the mortal world.

With a thought, the coordinates of the Flying Thunder God Technique left in the Shu Mountain area were clearly lit in his mind. Without a moment's hesitation, his figure disappeared from the center of the street in an instant, accompanied by a slight spatial ripple!

"A deity! A deity has appeared!" An old man carrying a load pointed at the empty space where Fang Yu had disappeared, knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling with utmost piety.

His kneeling drew the attention of the bewildered crowd, followed by gasps and continuous exclamations of surprise.

"A perfectly healthy person! That young man just vanished in a flash!"

"It's amazing! Quickly, worship! Quickly, worship the immortal!" In an instant, the townspeople, who had just realized what had happened, knelt down in a rush, kowtowing repeatedly to the empty space where Fang Yu had disappeared, chanting incantations. The tranquility of the town was disrupted by this sudden "miracle," which stirred up a frenzy of piety.

The light and shadow flickered again, and Fang Yu's figure appeared in the Emei Mountain of his memory—or rather, the old site of Emei Mountain.

The ground beneath my feet felt slightly heavy, not the familiar feel of building floors, but rather a hard stone slab that had been smoothed by some kind of magic.

The familiar spiritual energy in the air is still there, but the pervasive stench of blood and death has long since dissipated, replaced by a rebuilt, slightly raw, vibrant energy.

My nostrils twitched slightly. There was no putrid smell, only a faint fragrance of grass and wood mixed with the smell of steel friction and sweat.

Ahead, dozens of young disciples dressed in plain white sword robes were practicing with their swords. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their shouts were crisp and powerful, and the flashes of their swords formed a dazzling, white streak.

Compared to the ethereal beauty of Emei in my memory, these disciples exuded a more resolute and sharp aura, and their sword techniques were more realistic and ruthless in actual combat.

At the edge of the site are simple temples and monasteries rebuilt on the mountainside. Although they are far less magnificent than the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain in the past, they have their own tenacious vitality.

The person leading the instruction was a middle-aged sword cultivator with a chiseled face and a refined and steady aura.

Fang Yu glanced at him and recognized him as Duan Lei, a surviving disciple of Emei from back then.

Time has left its mark on his face, adding a touch of vicissitude and maturity.

Fang Yu's sudden appearance was like throwing a boulder into a calm lake!

"Who?!"

"Be bold!"

"alert!"

The disciples practicing swordsmanship were startled by the strange occurrence and instantly roared like thunder!
Dozens of alert, angry, and somewhat terrified gazes locked onto the uninvited guest in the room!
Especially those two unusually "alive" tails behind him!
A bony, sharp, and cold jet-black tail, and another furry but distinctly different, yellowish-brown tail exuding wildness and power, swayed unconsciously behind Fang Yu, standing out starkly in this solemn and majestic immortal sword training ground.
Blasphemy!

"What kind of monster are you! How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​Emei!" A young and impetuous disciple, his eyes sharp, pointed his sword at Fang Yu and shouted sternly.

Fang Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a somewhat roguish yet nonchalant smile.

He pointed to the two tails behind him: "Monster? Ha! Don't spout nonsense if you don't understand! This is called 'genetic lock atavism,' understand? At the fourth level, it's inevitable to have some atavism!" He waved his hand impatiently, pointing to the more peculiar yellowish-brown tail, and added in a popular science tone: "As for this one? Alien Saiyan, understand? Aliens are people too! How can they not be people?"

Fang Yu's casual remarks about demons and aliens made the atmosphere in the room even more tense.

The disciples looked at each other, their hostility undiminished, but their surprise and doubt even greater.

Just as tensions were running high and the atmosphere was about to explode, Duan Lei stepped out from the crowd and strode to the front of the group.

His face showed little surprise, but rather a complex calm that came with the experience of life's trials.

He faced Fang Yu without drawing his sword or reprimanding him. Instead, he clasped his hands in a respectful gesture of respect, and his voice rang out in a steady and clear tone: "Senior Fang, how have you been? What brings you to Emei this time?"

"Should I call him Senior, Uncle Duan?"

"Senior Fang? Which 'Fang'?"

"Wait! Thirty years ago, the Blood Cave was broken and the Nether Spring was destroyed!"

"Could it be... that... 'Fang Yu'?!"

Duan Lei's sudden and extremely respectful address of "Senior Fang," along with the timing and name he revealed, was like a boulder thrown into a pond, instantly creating a storm in the hearts of all the disciples!

Whispers suddenly erupted, and countless gazes instantly transformed from hostility and vigilance into incredulous astonishment and inquiry, ultimately converging into fervent reverence!
The legend of that battle has been passed down by word of mouth in the Shu Mountain cultivation world, almost like a myth!

The protagonist who turned the tide when Emei was on the verge of collapse and slew the Blood Demon of Youquan at the summit of Shushan was none other than Fang Yu!
Fang Yu was a little stunned by the sudden atmosphere of the enthusiastic fan meeting, and then he felt a rare sense of embarrassment. "Ahem, thirty years? Thirty years have passed in this world?" He touched his nose and his voice softened: "I can't say I'm giving you guidance. I came back for Li Yingqi, to ask her for a sword."

"Senior Sister Li?!" Duan Lei trembled violently, exclaiming in shock. His calm and solemn expression vanished, replaced by excitement and concern that had been suppressed for decades. "Where is she now? Is she alright?!" he blurted out urgently.

"She's safe and sound, living a comfortable life." Fang Yu smiled shamelessly, his tone relaxed. "It's just that her Heavenly Sword broke and was lost back then. As the captain, cough, as her comrade, I had to be a little thick-skinned and help her find a suitable one."

The excitement in Duan Lei's eyes quickly faded as Fang Yu spoke, replaced by a heavy sense of regret: "Senior Sister Tianji Sword's sword." He shook his head, his voice filled with helplessness and regret, "Back then, cough, after the Demonic Calamity, the Emei Sword Tomb, along with its original site, was completely destroyed in the flames of war and collapse. The Sword Tomb no longer exists."

Fang Yu slapped his forehead: "Oops, I forgot!" He stuck out his tongue, revealing a rare hint of the mischievous embarrassment that was consistent with his behavior back then.

He destroyed the Sword Tomb in front of White Eyebrows, and now he's asking about it again, much like Tobirama Senju asking Madara Uchiha if his brother is dead.

But the awkwardness was fleeting. Fang Yu seemed to have thought of something, and his tone changed: "By the way, Duan Lei! Can you or anyone here contact Bai Mei?"

The words just fell!

"How dare you!" A fierce shout filled with anger and icy hostility exploded like thunder from the heavens!
At the same time, a swift and unparalleled sword light tore through the sky, carrying a chilling aura as it crashed down on the training ground, blocking Fang Yu and Duan Lei's group!

The newcomer was dressed in white, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost, his eyes sharp as a drawn sword, holding an ancient longsword, the sword's power contained but not unleashed, yet he had already locked onto Fang Yu firmly.

It was none other than the successor of the Heavenly Thunder Sword back then, and now one of the pillars of Emei, Changkong Wuji!
His body was filled with surging sword energy, and his vigilance and hostility were undisguised: "Thirty years ago you destroyed the foundation of my Emei Sect, and now you have just shown yourself and you call out my master's name! Are you here to ask for the sword or to avenge the grudge from thirty years ago?!" The coldness in his voice almost froze the air.

Fang Yu clicked his tongue, his expression becoming somewhat impatient in the face of this aggressive stance.

He didn't even bother to control the bony tail, letting it sway slightly, emitting a faint, almost imperceptible, malevolent aura.

"Revenge? Do I look like I have the time or inclination for that?"

His tone was casual, tinged with a lazy sarcasm, "Chang Kong Wuji, is it? Let me remind you, don't get so worked up. Thirty years ago, your entire Emei sect, including Bai Mei, seemed to be..."

Fang Yu paused deliberately, not directly stating the hurtful truth, but the unspoken meaning was evident in his casual demeanor and impatient gaze. Finally, he concluded with a light, dismissive remark, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. I just wanted to ask if there's any way to contact him. I want to bow to him and ask for a sword, is that alright?"

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"Oh my god! I always hear them talking about how miserable and tragic the Desolate Emperor was. Okay? He called that suffering? That's just Versailles! Open your eyes and look at me! The Dharma-ending Age! What does that mean, brothers? Spiritual energy? What's that? Can you eat it? My physique is even more bizarre, known as the Ox-Horse Holy Body! I'm born to be a laborer! Cultivation? Don't even think about it! I won't live as long as a tortoise, maybe a hundred or two hundred years at most!"

"I've struggled for most of my life, and what's the result? A Daoist partner? My own pitiful inheritance? I'm lucky if I don't have external debts. Getting married would cost at least 500,000 yuan, and I might even get a strong alkali treatment."

"Hehe, the ancestral seed has been lost, but don't blame me, it's because my ancestors didn't leave anything behind."

“Our family is a proper, upright farming family. My parents? They can write their own names and know a hundred or so characters, so they are considered cultured! The family just relies on a few barren plots of land to make a living. As long as they don’t starve to death, that’s enough. We live in an adobe house with a few blue tiles on the roof to keep out the wind and rain. Thank goodness it wasn’t blown away by the wind or washed away by the rain. We’re just grateful that God can still breathe.”

"We crawl forward in this crowd, falling and getting up again, falling again, never giving up, covered in the dust of the world, but we just can't find the door to freedom. Although we don't have much knowledge, we can't hold five cartloads of books, but we're just 'a novice with a big addiction'! We just like to dabble in writing and painting when we have nothing to do!"

"I've been writing this novel for three years, haven't earned a single penny, and still owe 50,000 yuan in small loans, sigh."

"He's clearly a poor peasant living in a rented room in an urban village, yet he spends all his time scrolling through his phone watching political events and caring about national affairs! Occasionally, he even likes to put on airs and say things that he himself thinks are profound."

"Hey Fatty, when do you think we'll have the luck of being the Desolate Emperor and get to time-travel?"

"Fang Yu, stop spouting nonsense and get the hell online! Delta Force and I are going to launch a space assault! You play a shield and buy a self-defense helmet, I'll heal you, and we'll camp and drop the bomb to retreat. When we kill a rat, you give me the gear, and I'll retreat. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Screw the hammer! I'm quitting the game! My eyes are going blind from staring at the screen all day. I'm going to take a trip to Mount Tai and see if I can encounter the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin!"

"Nonsense! You didn't have the Heart of Africa's fate for those six seasons, yet you still managed to time travel?"

Looking at the filthy rented room, Fang Yu gritted his teeth and said, "If I can't wear this, I'll just reopen it! See you on the news!"

A day later, the fat man went to the toilet and started using his phone.

The eye-catching red text on the headline caught his attention.

[Mount Tai was hit by a once-in-a-century thunderstorm yesterday, resulting in 36 injuries and one person missing.]

(End of this chapter)