My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 513 - 499: Pot Carrier Celestial Venerable? No, Deceit Celestial Venerable

Chapter 513: Chapter 499: Pot Carrier Celestial Venerable? No, Deceit Celestial Venerable

This Emperor Taiyuan, whose mind has already crashed, made a very amusing gesture.

He looked around the street, checking if there were other people nearby, and finally pointed at himself with a wooden expression:

"Me?"

He pointed at his own nose.

Clearly, this sudden upheaval was so shocking that even an emperor like him, who had endured hardships and hidden in the shadows, was deeply affected.

Fu Qingjun looked down, gazing at him, quite satisfied.

The identity of the Venerable of Creation seems to have been found.

The last Emperor of the Prehistoric Truth Cosmos,

The last bloodline of the ancient thirteen royal families,

Once passionately dedicated to the cosmos, ultimately dying in the Forest of Truth as the Cosmic Emperor,

Tragic, heroic,

Brave, passionate, intense,

This heroic identity, which ended in ruin, matches well with the image of the righteous Venerable of Creation.

At least, much better than a certain Sovereign of Vortex Country who has been mingling with Fu Qingjun’s three cheap masters.

"Is it talking about me?"

Suddenly, Emperor Qianyuan regained his seriousness swiftly.

Fu Qingjun couldn’t help but admire how quickly he returned to calm; truly, a formidable emperor endured through hardships.

Actually, in the Prehistoric Cosmos, Fu Qingjun didn’t have such strong control; when the other person sneaked into the current universe, Fu Qingjun immediately sensed it.

Taking a closer look,

Goodness, it’s that clueless father of Princess Nars??

As he deduced how the other person managed to sneak into the current reality, he quickly became clear on the whole process and also marveled at the other’s ruthlessness, hiding to such an extent!

The waters of prehistory are also very deep!

Prehistory also harbors various monsters with reverse fate strategies, not to be underestimated.

Thus, he immediately had this idea, calling a deer a horse, saying whoever you are is who you are.

"Yes, you are the Venerable of Creation."

Fu Qingjun lowered his head, looking at this emperor, with a voice deep and authoritative, carrying the vicissitudes of eternity.

"I’ve been waiting for you for a long time." The shadow stood quietly in mid-air, gazing at Emperor Qianyuan in front of him, 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"I also knew you would come to see me sooner or later. After all, I understand your personality too well. In this universe, only you, as a true member of the royal family, can step into the Void Ancient Hall, from the contemporary universe."

Emperor Qianyuan’s heart shook.

He murmured: "I see, no wonder you didn’t leave a last message, not afraid of failing to find the young Venerable of Creation, not afraid of missing the major trend, because you have already anticipated your arrival? After all, could I not understand my own thoughts?"

Fu Qingjun lifted an eyelid, snickered inwardly: It’s not that I foresaw you would come, but you played dirty and coincidentally snuck in, leading me to do this.

In fact, Fu Qingjun felt confident,

Why?

The image of the Venerable of Creation was established too well!

Even choosing suicide rather than decay, leaving people to search for him in prehistory, how could such a righteous hero deceive others?

If the Venerable of Creation claims you are my prehistoric self, how would a normal person react?

After the shock comes joy, delight, realizing they are so amazing! I am worthy of myself, the future universe remains that fair and passionate, and then start calculating their opportunities, their benefits.

After all, this is a grand affair bestowed by fate.

This is common human nature,

Just like saying, you have been buying lottery tickets for years, suddenly winning ten million, letting you claim the prize, directly splashing the money on your face, would you suspect this lottery is truly won? Then throw the money away?

No.

Especially when you truly don’t know what your future holds, whether you are dead or alive, whether you are a hero or have become a tyrant?

Unclear.

Isn’t it all just Fu Qingjun’s story?

Fu Qingjun now courageously attempted to transition from Pot Carrier Celestial Venerable to Deceit Celestial Venerable.

Crack!!

The shadow of the Venerable of Creation blurred, like an ancient time projection, smiling warmly in the sunlight, yet bringing an unusual depth:

"This is a memory image I left before my suicide, before meeting Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, such a historically evil person."

"Emperor Qianyuan, you must have many surprises, even disbelief, but you are indeed the future Venerable of Creation, the future me." The Venerable of Creation mumbled, as if speaking to himself, sounding majestic and vast, irresistibly convincing,

"You are, my future self?" Emperor Qianyuan’s heart was struck.

"The future you, rising with effort, but still unable to prevent the inevitable destruction of the Taichu Dynasty. Celestial Venerable Wen Ce established a new dynasty, you escaped by feigning death, and eventually opposing him across epochs, becoming the me of today, the Venerable of Creation."

Qianyuan said nothing, his heart stirred by countless emotions.

Was I always searching for Venerable of Creation’s past identity?

Turns out, I was looking for myself all along?

Creation is indeed me.

This passionate and bold Venerable of Creation turns out to be...

He completely seized upon something.

Suddenly, he remembered the features of the portrait previously drawn of Venerable of Creation:

"[Venerable of Creation, Amiro... Two people, definitely not ordinary, perhaps already a renowned and formidable figure now]"

Isn’t it precisely myself?

A heroic figure in the cosmos, if he, the Monarch of the Post-Primordial Celestial Court, is not a hero, then no one is.

"The traits of Venerable of Creation are such that standing at the pinnacle of the Truth Cosmos, otherwise he would have no chance to secretly contend with Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, yet he was the failure of the Era of Truth, secretly living to the next life to continue opposing..."

Isn’t it precisely myself?

Standing at the pinnacle, yet failing.

Perfect!

It perfectly matches!

He suddenly muttered to himself, looking at the Venerable of Creation before him.

This man, is he me after billions of years?

In his excitement, there suddenly also lay a deep sadness.

This man has crossed endless epochs of agony and solitude, appearing in the present world?

Throughout epochs of struggle, this last Emperor, perhaps maintained the heart of shame before ancestors like the one before me, only then continuing on?

The dynasty must be revived at all costs!

He must not shame the Celestial Great Ancestor!

This constant persistence must have led to today.

I endured humiliation as a foolish Emperor, not realizing that in an even more distant future, I would continue bearing disgrace for billions of years, just to defeat Celestial Venerable Wen Ce.

"I..." he suddenly muttered, unsure of what to say.

Both sat side by side on the steps of a shop,

"I knew you’d come, I knew you definitely could come, another me, the young me,"

Venerable of Creation quietly said, "I’ve patiently waited for billions of years, enduring endless solitude and darkness, just to await a result, a chance to change the past, a chance to change everything, our only chance."

Emperor Qianyuan did not speak.

Arriving in this current epoch, he discovered the universe contained such terrifying truths, the future self had prepared an unprecedented golden opportunity, waiting for him.

Another self, to set the stage, endured painfully for billions of years.

"Once I failed, destiny unchangeable, the past becomes a predetermined fact, an unstoppable cosmic trend." Venerable of Creation showed a gentle smile, looking at this flourishing Buddhist era, suddenly tearful, looking at the Emperor Qianyuan beside him,

I’m tearful, aren’t you?

Emperor Qianyuan also felt deeply moved, tears falling, "I really can persist, I thought enduring solitude as a foolish Emperor was agonizing, who knew my future self endured billions of years of sorrow."

Venerable of Creation’s voice remained calm, "But now, I create a new Slaying Thought Cosmos future to become this desired future."

"I now also successfully created a new Era of Truth past, to alter the past."

Emperor Qianyuan’s expression showed unimaginable admiration, "You changed the past, you changed the future, what an astounding feat."

"Celestial Venerable Wen Ce wants to change the tragedy of the past," Venerable of Creation continued, very calmly, "and how am I any different?"

"I want to change the tragedy of the past."

"I want to change the fall of the dynasty, I want to change the fall of our daughter."

"I want the cosmos to no longer decay." "I, want to change destiny."

"Thus, I persisted until now."

"Billions of years should have seen my end, yet I still dream an unimaginable dream." He suddenly lowered his head, looking at the young man before him, "Today, everything falls to you, young me, to create the future we both desire."

Venerable of Creation stood up, pointing to the distant Buddhist hall, saying, "I am Venerable of Creation, the bloodline of our Houyuan Dynasty has not been extinguished, it has continued, establishing the Earth civilization of Vortex Country, advancing even the present Earth civilization,"

"They are all remnants of the dynasty,"

Emperor Qianyuan looked toward them, regarding the Earth people of the present cosmos.

They are indeed our clan? The eldest lineage of thirteen generations of Cosmic Celestial Court? Named Earth people in this era?

"Go, protect them, change the past in the Forest of Truth, this is the only opportunity I created for my young self spending billions of years."

Emperor Qianyuan’s spirit seemed like a raging sea, overwhelming all.