Splitting the Path of Life and Death with Two Hands, Slicing Apart the Five Elements Mountain with One Blade

Ji Wuzhou was the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor. Senior Jiang—the Buddha—was also the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor. Refine Senior Jiang into flying ash, then personally beat him until even the ashes vanished...

The plot had suddenly become absurdly filial.

Thinking back on his conversation with the Buddha, Xiang Yuan suddenly realized something extremely filial: he was Ji Wuzhou's nominal disciple, and likewise the nominal disciple of every Heavenly Emperor. Whenever he killed a Heavenly Emperor, it was infinitely close to committing one act of patricide against his master.

The sheer filiality far surpassed Chan'er killing Jinse, refining her six incarnations into puppets, and occasionally dragging them out to perform for money.

Compared to him, Chan'er had no filiality to speak of, while Shang Qingmeng was even less worth mentioning. As for Xiao Lingyue and the like, they could just wash up and go to bed.

Following that logic, he was nominally Jingyun's master's disciple, and also the nominal disciple of all the other Queen Mothers of the West, so...

Xiang Yuan steadied the hand that had gotten a little too bold, curiosity overflowing in his heart. Which came first: his becoming the Queen Mother of the West's nominal disciple, or the rumors about the Queen Mother of the West and that pretty-boy King Mu of Zhou?

The timeline looked clear enough, but once it involved the Three Thousand Worlds, it immediately became complicated.

Bai Wuyan: "..."

Smack!

Because his hands and feet had been improperly wandering—indeed, downright brazenly—the face closest to his brain got slapped.

Debts had their creditors. It wasn't his face's fault, so why did she keep hitting it?

Xiang Yuan felt aggrieved on behalf of his face. Pretending nothing had happened, he continued dressing. Once the Cloud-Woven Heavenly Robe was properly donned, he lifted Palace