I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 355 Suppressing Everything, All Things Return to Normal
Zhou Mu is still trying.

Year after year, the Primordial Celestial Venerable, carrying the Jade Ruyi, traversed mountains and rivers, passing through every world in the myriad realms of time.
They traversed every inch of land in every realm of heaven and earth.

Heaven knows how long Zhou Mu spent—it was countless times longer than three great epochs.
But He just kept walking and searching.

Searching for the true identity of Nuwa and investigating who the Great Emperor Gouchen really is.

Still no clue.

Therefore, Nuwa's true form did not exist in the past.

Not even an inch has passed.

Is that now?

Or the future?

Zhou Mu didn't know or understand who Nuwa was referring to when she said she was hunting Him. Was it the Three Pure Ones from the previous generation?
No, probably not.

Who could that be?

What was the purpose of hunting down Nuwa?
It was definitely not the case that Nuwa was refined into a supreme elixir—if that were the case, Nuwa wouldn't have needed to question Gouchen, which only means that Nuwa was not refined into a supreme elixir.

The murky waters at the level of the Supreme Beings are much deeper than I imagined.
But Zhou Mu no longer wanted to get involved in this mess.

The endless search over countless years, coupled with the torment of being destined to be enemies with the three predecessors, all of these combined almost transformed into His inner demons.

It has already become His inner demon.

Zhou Mu felt a deep and heavy sense of exhaustion, and suddenly wanted to give up everything, find an ordinary world, and live the life of a wealthy man.

He actually did just that, living as a wealthy man for tens of thousands of years, surrounded by wives and children, experiencing all sorts of things, and making many friends.

And so it went on for tens of thousands, millions, hundreds of millions of years until that world came to an end. Zhou Mu then reversed time and started over.

Ten times, a hundred times, ten million times.

I'm tired of it.

He has been a small farmer, a general in an ancient dynasty, a president in modern times, an office worker, a teacher, and a criminal.
Countless years have passed.

He was still not satisfied; that feeling of exhaustion remained, and had truly become a demon in his heart, a mental obstacle.

"That's it for now."

He said this, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of unease. "Supreme One, I am really not suited to be Supreme One."

After forcing himself to witness the deaths of many old friends in the present time, Zhou Mu discovered that he still could not accept the mindset that a supreme being should possess.

That so-called "divinity," or rather, divine will.

He cannot be "Heaven," nor can He view all things as mere grass or dogs, nor can He treat all things completely equally.

He has always been himself.

"Are you giving up?"

Zhou Mu thought that although everything was going smoothly in the present era, the destroyed human world could be restored with a single thought, and the possibility of attaining supreme enlightenment was becoming increasingly greater.
But I'm so tired.

All this scheming and calculating is exhausting.

Zhou Mu even had an impulse to return the position of the Three Pure Ones to the three seniors and just be a Da Luo, which wouldn't be so bad.

If one does not seek the supreme and great supernatural powers, one can already live a life of infinite freedom.

"Are you giving up?"

He stood in a small world in the past, asking himself the questions for the second and third time.

Standing in this microcosm, or more precisely, on Earth—this microcosm being His world from His previous life—
At this moment, Zhou Mu is standing on a tiny planet in the universe.

Looking at the bustling traffic, looking at everything familiar from my past life, walking along the long street that is now very blurry in the depths of my memory, walking past the elementary school I attended in my past life.

They even walked to the door of their 'home' and quietly looked at their parents inside, and at 'themselves' inside.

"Mom, I'm going out."

The mortal Zhou Mu called out and pushed open the door to walk out—this mortal Zhou Mu was actually already a great supernatural being.

The Great Luo can remain unchanged throughout the years.

“You are hesitant,” Zhou Mu, a mortal, said with a smile. “Or rather, I am hesitant.”

Zhou Mu gazed at this insignificant part of his past self and said:
“I will cut you out of my place. You are you, and no one else.”

The mortal Zhou Mu remained calm:

"You want...redemption?"

"Because you are a pawn of the previous Three Pure Ones, the reincarnation of the chaotic one, but you cannot simply be yourself, so I want you to be yourself during this period of your life?"

"Hmm," Zhou Mu replied, "I guess I've gotten over my mental hurdle."

The mortal Zhou Mu simply shook his head:

"You're obsessed. You're ignoring too much and overthinking too much. You're worried about failing in the end, worried about becoming someone else."

He reached out and patted Him:
"Or is it that you can't bring yourself to do it?"

"Just like that."

Zhou Mu, a mortal, snapped his fingers, and this small world was destroyed, along with the blue planet and his mother who was cooking soup for him in the old house.

He snapped his fingers again, and the destroyed miniature world returned to its original state, everything was fine, as if nothing had happened.

Listening quietly to the sounds of his mother simmering soup inside, the mortal Zhou Mu said softly:
"Just as in this way, everything that is destroyed, lost, regrettable, and imperfect will eventually be as you wish after you have won the battle."

After pausing for a moment, the mortal Zhou Mu continued:
"Your original intention has not actually changed. All things are peaceful and all people are at peace—most importantly, you can be happy and be yourself."

"Then you need to give something first. Before everything is alright, you always have to go through many hardships."

Zhou Mu listened to the words of his past self—or rather, to the words of his true self.

Because he is also Him.

for a long time.

He sighed softly:
"So either I win the battle and make amends, and everything is as I wish, or everything is destroyed?"

Zhou Mu, a mortal, nodded and said:
“That’s right. You can harm the Three Pure Ones and sacrifice your old friends without any scruples. In the end, everything will be smoothed over and made up for, provided you win the Daoist battle.”

After a pause, the mortal Zhou Mu finally said:

"I suspect that the weariness of countless years, the inner demons and mental obstacles, are not just yours, but all supreme beings and near-supreme beings will have them. Even if they cut off the seven emotions and six desires, even if they are detached from emotions, even if they become the ruthless Heavenly Dao, they still cannot avoid it, as if it is destined."

"Is this a calamity, a calamity aimed at the supreme beings?"

"The only way to break through this barrier is perhaps to conquer the lower realms—otherwise, why would they be so tireless?"

Zhou Mu nodded silently.

The mother inside the house began to call out:
"Xiao Mu? Who's here? The soup's ready, but it's a bit hot, let it cool down a bit before drinking!" Zhou Mu stared at Zhou Mu and said:

"Let's go back. My heart is still troubled, and I'm still exhausted, but I won't give up."

"it is good."

The two Zhou Mu nodded to each other, then turned and left; one returned to the old house, and the other returned to the present.

………………

Now, in these times.

Nuwa, in her avatar, lowered her head and gazed at Zhou Mu:

"Who are you?"

"Zhou Mu".

Having briefly shaken off his fatigue and suppressed his inner demons, Zhou Mu answered in this way, a Six Soul Banner appearing in his hand, upon which six names were inscribed.

He treads upon the deepest abyss and points out with a single finger.

Time is turning back.

The shattered world heals, and the dead are resurrected, just like in that small world. People do not remember that they died once, nor do they remember that sudden apocalypse.

At the end of the long river of time, there is no longer a depression, and everything seems as if nothing had ever happened.

Then, Lushui City.

Zhou Mu, who had lived through countless years, had lost patience—his desire to win the battle against the Dao was unprecedented, and he did not want to waste a single second.

He truly did not want to continue to be exhausted. Transcending the years is sometimes not a blessing, but also a trial.
What is a second to others is an infinite number of years to Him.

And that deep, irresistible feeling of exhaustion is also endless.

A second is eternity.

Therefore.

"I'm tired."

The middle-aged man spoke in a language that no one else could understand. The six names that had been written on the Six Soul Banner were blurry, but two of them suddenly became visible.

One is Nuwa, and the other is Gouchen.

He shook the Six Soul Banner, shook this supreme treasure, and drew the Qingping Sword amidst countless exclamations.

The Qingping Sword emitted a clear, ringing sound.

Then there's the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, the Heaven-Opening Banner, the Four Swords of Zhuxian, and the imposing aura of the Nine Netherworlds!
"Primordial Beginning? Spiritual Treasure??"

Nuwa was taken aback, and Emperor Gouchen changed color and wanted to leave.

'Om! '

Zhou Mu flicked the Qingping Sword for the second time and activated the Six Soul Banner for the second time.

"What happened to Him?" Old Li frowned—Xiao Mu's sudden revelation of his Three Pure Ones form was definitely not a good thing, and many plans had been disrupted!

At that moment, in the Great Thunderclap Temple on the day the Heavenly Court was destroyed, the Buddha was also questioning.

“Fellow Daoist, didn’t we agree to lure out the Three Pure Ones and the true form of Nuwa? What you’re doing will only alert them.”

His answer consisted of only six words.

"I'm tired."

"Flip the table."

Now, in these times.

Amidst the sound of the sword's cry, the longsword pierced through the mortal realm, penetrating into the boundless void and chaos. The sword light illuminated the face of the only one who had not yet entered the mortal realm—the face of the former Northern Emperor!

The former Northern Emperor raised his eyelids and saw only the head of the Great Emperor Gouchen falling down in every instant of time.

A great master of supernatural powers has died completely and perished.

simple.

"What are you doing?" the former Northern Emperor asked softly, seeing the middle-aged man who resembled both Lingbao Daozun and Yuanshi Tianzun.
He used the Qingping Sword to kill the Gouchen Emperor, the Four Swords of Zhuxian to trap and annihilate many powerful beings, and the Six Soul Banner to suppress the transformation of Nuwa.
The First Dragon was captured, the Kunpeng was put into his sleeve, the First Phoenix was unharmed, and the other great supernatural beings were not faring well either. The Five Primordial Emperors, the Antarctic Longevity Emperor, and others were all suppressed into the middle-aged man's palm.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

then.

Zhou Mu simply snapped his fingers.

Looking back in time.

A retrospective of time throughout human history.

The passenger plane slowly landed at the airport. Feng Fuxi dragged his suitcase out, while Chen Qianyue was still on the train, and Zhuangzi and Confucius were still the teacher and principal.
On this day, however, there was no Zhulong to open the gate to the realm, and no great supernatural beings to enter the realm.

This is a completely new timeline.

"Uncle Zhou!" Feng Fuxi shouted loudly as he stood outside the airport, dragging his suitcase.

The middle-aged man simply smiled peacefully, his hands clenched into fists. In one fist were the Ancestral Dragon, the Five Primordial Emperors, the Kunpeng, and all the Great Luo Immortals.
In his other hand was a wisp of Nuwa's will, separated from Xiao Fuxi.

"Is a classmate of yours coming over to visit?"

"Hey? Uncle Zhou, how did you know? Her name is Chen Qianyue, she should still be on the train, she's also from Beijing University. But she's majoring in ancient mythology!"

"I can foresee the future."

Zhou Mu smiled and said:
"Let's go home. I'll make you sweet and sour pork ribs, and while I'm at it."

He raised his head, glanced at the clear sky, and smiled slightly.

Let's build a heavenly court while we're at it.

He overturned the table, broke the rules, and exposed the true form of the Three Pure Ones—and the consequences were coming.

Old Li seemed very dissatisfied and lifted the suppression on the Supreme One.

Yeah.

"Not today," Zhou Mu said softly.

The Linglong Tower, Bajing Palace, Taishang Robe, and other structures that were about to be uncovered were stabilized again.

"Uncle Zhou, what did you say?"

"It's alright, let's go home!"

(End of this chapter)