The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

“Follow me.” Emperor Donghua stood up and walked towards the palace, calling his two disciples to follow him.

Wei Wuxian was a little hesitant and hesitated for a while. Only at the urging of Lan Wangji's eyes did he stand up and chase in the direction where Emperor Donghua left.

The two were taken to the weapon refining room in the palace. Emperor Donghua was picking and choosing among the swords and knives placed there. From time to time, he picked up a knife or sword, gestured with it a few times, and then shook his head and put it down.

"Master, what are you looking for?" Wei Wuxian asked curiously.

"A tool to cut off cause and effect." Emperor Donghua answered without turning his head.

“Is there something particular about it?” Wei Wuxian asked in confusion when he saw that Emperor Donghua had been searching for a long time without finding anything satisfactory.

Emperor Donghua turned around with a serious look on his face, which made the two people's hearts rise. Then he slowly said, "That's not the case."

Wei WuXian was a little speechless at the heavy breathing, "Master, is there something wrong with these swords?"

"That's not a problem." Emperor Donghua shook his head in denial.

“Then may I ask, Master, what is it about these swords that makes you dissatisfied?” Wei Wuxian pressed on without giving up.

"These swords are not to my liking!" Emperor Donghua said seriously.

“Weren’t these made by you, old man?” Upon hearing this answer, Wei Wuxian staggered and would have fallen to the ground if Lan Wangji hadn’t supported him.

"So what if I made them? If I don't like them, I still don't like them." Those swords were made by him casually for fun in his spare time, and the shapes are all random.

“Ah, this…” Wei WuXian suddenly didn’t know what to say.

"Got it." Emperor Donghua seemed to have just remembered his natal sword. He stretched out a hand and shouted into the air, "Cang He!"

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji looked at Emperor Donghua's actions in confusion, but their attention was soon attracted by the sound of breaking air behind them.

They saw a sword flying straight towards them. The two men looked at the sword warily until it landed steadily in the hands of Emperor Donghua.

“Master, is this your sword?” Wei Wuxian asked with some hesitation.

"This is my natal sword, named Cang He." Emperor Donghua picked up the Cang He sword and looked at it carefully before introducing it to the two of them.

“What a domineering sword!” Wei Wuxian was stunned by the appearance of the Cang He Sword, and couldn’t help but sigh, “It’s worthy of being Master’s natal sword!”

Emperor Donghua nodded modestly, gestured with the Cang He Sword a few times, and then said to Wei Wuxian, "Come on."

“Ah? What’s coming?” Wei WuXian was a little unresponsive.

"Master, does this affect you?" Lan Wangji, who had been standing quietly by the side, asked with some concern.

"It's okay." Emperor Donghua said indifferently.

“Master, let me do it. Just teach me how to do it.” Lan Wangji said. It is conceivable that severing the cause and effect of others is something that goes against the will of heaven and it is impossible for it to be without impact.

"Your cultivation is too poor to do it!" Emperor Donghua looked at Lan Wangji and said bluntly, not afraid of hurting his disciple's self-esteem at all.

Not everyone can cut off this cause and effect. No matter how high your cultivation level is, if you help others cut off the cause and effect, at best your cultivation level will regress, at worst you may suffer backlash and die.

Only a natural god like Emperor Donghua, an old immortal who has achieved status, can help others cut off cause and effect without fear of backlash.

“Then I’ll have to trouble you, Master.” Lan Wangji didn’t care about being told that his cultivation was poor, and he bowed solemnly to Emperor Donghua.

"Nothing." Emperor Donghua didn't care. "Then let's get started."

“Um…” Wei WuXian weakly raised his hand and wanted to speak.