"Um?"
Di Jun, Xi He, and Chang Xi's gazes instantly fell on Zhenyuanzi.
Zhenyuanzi felt as if he had been scanned, and that the three men had seen right through him.
"I see."
Chang Xi chuckled as she looked at Zhenyuanzi, then quickly covered Di Jun's mouth and spoke first:
"Odd changes, even remains the same!"
Zhenyuanzi:...
Coca-Cola has already come out, do we still need to ask?
Zhenyuanzi didn't know if he was lucky or not, but he kept running into Transmigrator wherever he went.
"Symbols reveal phenomena, cough cough... fellow Daoists, you too..."
Di Jun gently removed Chang Xi's small hand from his mouth, looking somewhat helpless.
But seeing Zhenyuanzi's worldview shattered, he found it somewhat amusing.
Di Jun sighed, picked up his can of cola, expertly pulled the tab, took a sip, and then slowly spoke:
Yes and no.
Zhenyuanzi's eyes narrowed.
"What... does that mean?"
"It means..."
Chang Xi interrupted, sitting cross-legged on the beach, chin in hand, her big eyes gleaming with mischievousness.
"We are indeed Di Jun, Xi He, and Chang Xi, the genuine masters of the Solar Star and Lunar Star."
"But those memories in my mind about ' Blue Star,' 'time travel,' and ' Prehistoric World fantasy novels'..."
She pointed to her head.
"It was inserted before the story even began."
Zhenyuanzi's pupils contracted sharply, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
"Was it... was it the system that did this?" His voice was hoarse.
"Good."
Di Jun nodded and gently placed the can of cola in his hand on a smooth pebble beside him.
"I suggest you behave yourself. Many time Transmigrator who didn't behave themselves got their comeuppance."
Di Jun told Zhenyuanzi all this simply because he found him agreeable; he didn't have any ambitions for power or anything like other Transmigrator.
After learning that his household registration was not falsified, Di Jun took Xi He and Chang Xi on a journey through the Prehistoric World world.
They would also build up the Prehistoric World from time to time to repay the Karma borne by the Demon Clan.
After Di Jun explained, Zhenyuanzi finally understood.
Isn't this just a case of nepotism?
666, you've been set up by the Heavenly Dao...
"So, fellow Daoists... you really don't want to do anything, don't want to change anything, don't want to... become the true rulers of this Prehistoric World?"
Zhenyuanzi asked the question that was deep in his heart, with a hint of probing that was not easily detected.
Di Jun put down the Coke can.
Instead of answering directly, he asked in return, "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi, what do you think is the ruler?"
Without waiting for Zhenyuanzi's reply, he continued speaking to himself, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
"Is it like Tai Yi, who resides high in the Thirty-three Heavens, ruling over the Stars, and with a single command, all demons submit?"
"Is it like Chen Tian, who uses force to subdue all living beings and attempts to replace the Heavenly Dao Order with the Witch Clan?"
"Is it like Tongtian, wielding a supreme treasure, establishing a sect in the East Sea, and attempting to seize the last glimmer of life from all living beings?"
"Still like..."
Di Jun counted them off one by one on his fingers, his tone devoid of praise or criticism, only displaying the calmness of an observer.
"They may seem glamorous, wielding power or influence, but have they ever truly enjoyed a day of freedom?"
"Have you ever had a moment like this, sitting on this nameless beach, enjoying the evening breeze, drinking some cola, eating some barbecue, without worrying about being attacked and plotted against to death at any moment?"
He paused, his gaze fixed on the dark sea, where the starry sky was reflected.
" The Prehistoric World is vast, and the Great Dao is expansive."
"But for the vast majority of living beings, simply being able to live, to live a little longer and more comfortably according to their own wishes, is already a luxury."
Di Jun withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhenyuanzi, who was listening in a daze, with a simple and honest smile on his face.
"I just want to stay and protect my little piece of land."
"Whether it's the Solar Star or this small beach in the East Sea, let's live a peaceful life with Xi He and Chang Xi."
"Cultivation is all about fate. If you can break through, you can; if you can't, you don't force it. Anyway..."
He picked up a skewer of grilled meat, took a bite, and mumbled:
"Anyway, if the sky falls, there's always someone taller to hold it up."
"Look at the Dao Ancestor, he managed the Prehistoric World world so well, why are we worrying about it?"
Zhenyuanzi's mouth twitched.
Well-organized?
Witch-Demon calamity is brewing beneath the surface, Transmigrator roaming everywhere, and the system is secretly draining your resources. Isn't there something wrong with your standard of "orderly and organized"?!
but...
Without these Transmigrator, the Prehistoric World might indeed not have suffered so many disasters...
I don't know why.
After hearing Di Jun's words, Zhenyuanzi felt a slight relaxation inexplicably.
No, that's not right!
Zhenyuanzi immediately became alert.
I have a system with me! I'm destined to... what was I supposed to do again?
He suddenly felt a little lost.
It seems he really doesn't know what to do...
"Fellow Daoist's words... are quite novel." Zhenyuanzi carefully considered his words.
"However, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease."
" The Prehistoric World world is fraught with calamities and entangled with cause and effect; even if one wishes to remain unscathed, it would be difficult."
"Even This Poor Daoist, a humble Daoist priest, who cultivated in seclusion at the Wuzhuang Temple, suffered an undeserved calamity."
He was referring to the theft of the Ginseng Fruit Tree, and his tone inevitably carried a hint of resentment and lingering fear.
"This is the wisdom of Gou."
Di Jun wiped his hands and sat up straighter.
This guy finally got to the point; my secret methods of survival can't be left without a successor!
Di Jun adopted the air of a wise man and solemnly began to explain his understanding.
"To be 'cowardly' is not to be timid, nor is it to hide away all the time."
"Assess the situation, seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and at the same time live your own life well, isn't that enough?"
He started "teaching" by counting on his fingers.
"First, recognize the situation and find the right position."
How deep is the water of the Prehistoric World?
" The Pangu Orthodox Lineage, the Heavenly Dao Sage, the newly established Earthly Dao, the struggle between the Witch-Demon, transmigration and intrusion, the system's lurking..."
"With our limited cultivation and background, what are we worth in there?"
Di Jun pointed to himself.
"I am Di Jun, the Solar Star. Sounds good, right?"
"But above, Dao Ancestor Dao Integration, below, the Witch-Demon are in confrontation, and there are several Sages nearby."
"I'll jump out and shout, 'I want to be the ruler of the Prehistoric World!'"
"Do you believe that the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder will strike me back into the Fusang Tree as fertilizer in the next second?"
"So, my role is—the owner of the Solar Star Inn, a wanderer on the Prehistoric World Street, occasionally doing odd jobs for the Heavenly Dao, and also dealing with some karma. It's pretty good."