That was the original Abbot

The throne must naturally be returned.

Although remaining in this historical fragment, one might wield power and influence, become a local tyrant, or even become an "emperor" of the underworld or some other kind of emperor.

However, the monarchy was not interested in these things.

Although he has been in this world for a long time and has met some people.

However, Ying Jiaren, Ruo Jinghong, the emcee, Meng Huan, and others were not present.

None of the people he knows are here, so what's he doing here?

As for relying on future knowledge to reach the top of this world?

He also felt it was unnecessary.

"If I can reach the summit, I can reach the summit even in the real world."

"Why bother making a fuss in this place?"

"Moreover, in the real world, I have a foundation and a business."

"We're not so destitute that we have to start anew in this fragment of history."

Qinghe shook her head: "I want to stay in this world."

"I stayed not to lord it over others; I stayed to fundamentally change the course of this historical event."

"I want to see how the young masters of this era cause trouble."

"I want to change some people and some things in this era."

Wang Quan remained silent for a moment: "What you change here may or may not affect the real world."

"If you can't influence the real world... you've probably wasted your time."

In his view, the relationship between this historical fragment and the real world is strange; he can't figure it out or see it clearly.

Qinghe smiled: "I've read through many myths, legends, and incomplete historical records."

"I have discovered that as long as one becomes an 'Emperor' in this era, one will be remembered by history and thus influence the present world."

"It can even... travel through time and return to the real world."

"Wang Quan, imagine that we cultivate here to become [Emperors], and then return to the real world."

"How many people will be shocked by this?"

Wang Quan nodded, ceasing his persuasion: "Alright!"

"If you want to stay, then stay."

"I have to go now!"

Qinghe hesitated for a moment: "I still have some things to take care of in the real world."

"Can you help me?"

Wang Quan nodded: "After all, we have a bond of camaraderie from our shared journey, so it's only right that I help you."

Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief: "I have a family in the real world, and my family paid a heavy price to raise me."

"But I have just become a Golden Core cultivator and haven't given back much of my family's resources yet, and now I'm going to be gone forever."

"I only feel sorry for my family."

"Therefore, I would like to ask you to leave my family a few magical treasure palaces and two second-grade golden cores."

These resources are extremely important to ordinary Golden Core cultivators, and they would never be willing to part with them.

It is also extremely precious to those who cultivate Daoist Golden Elixir, and they will not easily give it to outsiders.

However, for legendary cultivators like Wang Quan, this amount of resources was nothing.

"no problem!"

"Upon my return, I will demand some things from the [Heavenly Dao Court] in your name."

Qinghe nodded: "Great idea!"

"I did the work, but I didn't go back."

"They should rightfully benefit my family!"

At this point, she paced back and forth, pondering for a moment: "Wait a moment, I'll plan my future, and then you can take it back to the [World Dao Court]."

Wang Quan nodded: "This is a good opportunity for me to take a look around the world."

"Um!"

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Wang Quan walks through this historical scene, heading towards Qingfeng Temple.

Along the way, he saw the collapsed and decaying mountains and rivers return to normal. He saw the blue sky and white clouds, the bright sun, and the birds singing and flowers blooming.

He walked and stopped frequently, taking most of the day to return to Qingfeng Temple.

The collapsed town outside was restored to its original state, and the dead and decaying creatures all came back to life and returned to normal.

The Qingfeng Temple, which had been reduced to ashes, was restored to its original state, and even the bunker he had built disappeared.

Everything seemed to have returned to the beginning:

Inside the temple:

The place was brightly lit, with banners waving and the sound of suona horns filling the air.

A Taoist priest released colorful smoke that gathered in the air, and some young Taoist children climbed up the smoke column, singing, dancing, and jumping around on it.

A Taoist priest blew out a gust of sand, which swept up leaves and transformed them into various large birds that soared through the sandstorm, creating a unique and beautiful scene.

At this moment, the ancestral grave of Qingfeng Temple exploded.

One after another, decaying coffins rose into the air.

Skeletons leaped out of decaying coffins, some embracing beauties, others embracing handsome men, their teeth chattering as they danced a mechanical dance.

There was also a skeleton who grabbed some fine wine and poured it over himself; the wine seeped into the skeleton and bubbled.

The childhood friend tugged at his childhood sweetheart, wanting to take a bite out of her from under the eaves or in a corner. The sweetheart slapped him hard across the face, saying, "You old fool, you think you can bite me?"

Feeling wronged, the childhood friend went to find his greasy senior sister.

The senior female students comforted them, saying, "You've all gotten old eventually; you're not as fresh and appealing anymore."

"When Fugui arrives, we'll have some fun with him first, and then you can come and wash the dishes."

Upon hearing this, the children were overjoyed.

Just then, Qingmei looked up and saw Wang Quan coming over. She quickly waved and said, "Brother Fugui, come on, let's have some fun."

A group of childhood friends and senior female disciples surged over, overwhelming Wang Quan.

Unable to refuse, Wang Quan pinched one and pulled the other, struggling for a while before finally breaking free: "Everyone, I'm going to go chat with the abbot, and then I'll have some fun with you all."

Without waiting for a response from the crowd, he dashed off to find the new abbot.

The once eccentric and irrational abbot has now returned to normal.

Upon seeing Wang Quan, he rose and performed a grand salute, kneeling before him: "Fu Gui, this world has been saved thanks to you and Qing He."

"On behalf of all living beings in this world, I thank you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan felt Dao Zhuan tremble.

Then he discovered that the legend at the end of the Daoist script had become blurred again.

Originally, the legend of Dao Zhuan was already somewhat blurred after he killed Wang Ming, and now it has become even more serious.

Wang Quan helped the new abbot up: "Your contribution in killing Wang Ming is the greatest."

"If you hadn't removed his privileges, killing Wang Ming would have been as difficult as ascending to heaven."

The new abbot laughed heartily: "You're wrong!"

Wang Quan: "Hmm?"

The new abbot laughed and said, "Only after Wang Ming died did I realize that we had fought him twice in the past resets."

"We all tried using curses, and without exception, they all failed."

"His authority crushes us!"

"As a result, now that you've come, we feel that Wang Ming's power has weakened somewhat."

"It is precisely because authority has weakened that we have eventually gnawed at that authority."

Wang Quan laughed, exchanged compliments with the new abbot, and then got down to business.

"Master, I would like to know where this 'General Outline of the Leftist Path' was dug up."

"I'm thinking of digging again to see if I can find any books like the general outline of unorthodox schools or the general outline of esoteric schools."

A look of confusion flashed across the new abbot's eyes: "What 'General Principles of Unorthodox Paths'? I've never heard of it."

Wang Quan said earnestly, "You gave me a book and said it was the foundation and origin of Qingfeng Temple."

The new abbot laughed: "That is the 'Book of Yellow Sand,' which records various spells for blowing sand."

Wang Quan didn't believe it and continued to press for answers.

The new abbot, cornered, pointed to the skeleton outside, embracing two handsome men and looking quite pleased with itself, and said, "That skeleton must be the first abbot. Why don't you let him explain it to you?"