When Qi Wuhuo came, he did not see his teacher. Standing in the sky at this moment, he could only sense infinite murderous intent emanating from the sky. The flow of thunder and starlight was unpredictable. Even though their master was no longer there, the remaining power still made people feel thrilling.

"Oh, you're here."

Fuxi looked at Qi Wuhuo as if he was looking at his original self in the past, then he retracted the light in his eyes, looked lazy, and said lightly: "If you come here to look for your teacher, unfortunately, he has already left."

Then he shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Before leaving, he threatened me."

"I was so scared that my clothes got wet."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Have they left?"

The scholar in green robes said calmly, "Don't think about it. At your age, you have been able to reach this point because of this exciting trend and this era. You have walked on the wave, so you are ahead, and so fast. But your teacher is different, and Yu is also different. They are the ones who set off the wave."

“It’s like standing on flat ground and looking from afar, you can also see extremely high mountains, as if they are right in front of you.”

"But that is only an illusion. You are still very far away from it. You need to walk step by step. One day, when your shoulders are as high as the mountains and your saints are as high as the heavens, then you don't have to be behind us in these matters. At that time, your teacher should discuss these matters with you in detail."

The scholar in green looked at the sky, then lowered his eyes to look at the world below him and said, "Let's go."

"I have something to tell you."

Qi Wuhuo looked in the direction the teacher left, retracted his gaze, and nodded.

…

The gods, stars, and thunder from before seemed like just an illusion. As people watched the lights disperse, their fear and panic about this power beyond ordinary imagination should have lasted for a very long time. However, at this moment, under the influence of some force, their fear and panic gradually faded away and would eventually turn into memories like a deep dream.

It will leave a desire for power in their hearts, but it will not breed tyranny and fear, nor will it affect their normal lives. People are just still talking about the blue-robed scholar who has just threatened their survival, with anger and resentment, but gradually returning to their normal lives.

"Really? Who was that person just now? How could he be so abominable?"

"What does it mean to kidnap the fate of the entire human world?!"

"Really? Gods and Bodhisattvas in heaven, please bless us quickly and capture that evil ghost and demon."

An old woman with gray hair was walking down the street with her grandson. People were talking about what had just happened. Lanterns had been hung on both sides of the street, and a little light was streaming in from the cracks in the doors. A man with gray hair and wearing a green shirt was walking on the road. He laughed when he heard what was said, and next to him was a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe.

"Do you know when the world will be peaceful and prosperous?"

"It is not some poem or document praising the peace of the world, nor is it some achievement in civil or military affairs."

"That's when these chirping little guys still have the energy to complain."

The scholar in green robes spoke casually, and the Taoist walked beside him. After a while, Qi Wuhuo took the initiative to speak, saying slowly: "You made your own move and dragged the immortals and gods in the heaven into the vortex you set. They have no way to attack the human world in the next few hundred years, but the grudge between you and them has not been resolved."

"Hundreds of years later, what are you going to do..."

The scholar in blue shirt said casually: "After a few hundred years, the cause and effect will naturally be resolved."

“Karma is nothing more than that what you do now will have a good or bad outcome in the future.”

"When you do something, you should anticipate the consequences. If not, you are not qualified to do it. I have done so many things. The reason you can still talk to me calmly here is only because you don't know my past."

Qi Wuhuo looked at Fuxi and fell into deep thought.

The scholar in green robes said, "These hundreds of years, let me see, it's about three hundred years."

"During these three hundred years, the heavens will not be involved in human affairs."

"They will look after the human world, and even more diligently than before. There will be no natural disasters, and this is a good time for the human race to develop. But during this period of time, will the human race be stuck in a hothouse, living like a drunken dream for three hundred years without making any progress? Or will they initially have the ability to protect themselves in these three hundred years?"

"It's up to you."

The scholar in green robes laughed and said, "I am too solitary by nature. I have no interest in the reproduction and growth of the human race. The human race is chattering, and I have no patience. I am afraid that I will be so angry that I will hang them up and beat them. Then A Wa will be angry with me again. Forget it."

The Taoist paced to one side, thinking quietly.

The current situation seems to be unfolding before our eyes - the Great Emperor of Changsheng in the South Pole has shown great and obvious hostility towards the human world, and apart from that, not all gods in heaven are friendly to the human race. At least the batch that was pulled out by Fuxi all have a certain level of hostility towards the human race or Queen Nuwa. Some of them were dealt with by Fuxi, and some are still alive.

On the other hand, the situation in the human world is...

The Taoist paused for a moment, and used the phrase "everything needs to be done" in his heart.

It is said that there is a lot of work to be done.

But actually it’s just two words.

confusion!

The human world had not been unified for eight thousand years, and each region was at war with each other. The most powerful force in the human world, Shenwu Jiuzhou, had just experienced major events such as the replacement of the Human Emperor and the purge of King Mighty, and was in a relatively weak state. After three hundred years, the fortunes of the human race had returned to normal, and there was no longer the special situation that affected the six realms.

It is equivalent to missing a layer of protection.

Fuxi once went to fight as promised.

It is even more dangerous.

There are enemies everywhere.

Only by relying on the characteristics of human destiny and truly spreading the Dharma to people all over the world in these three hundred years, so that the human race can leap to a higher level, will it be possible to have the ability to protect itself. However, just thinking about it will show that this is extremely difficult.

There is also a river in the capital that flows through the inner and outer cities. During festivals, people would light lanterns. At this moment, the scholar in green clothes stood by the river, with his hands behind his back, and said, "Tell me, is there any solution?"

Qi Wuhuo said in a deep voice: "First, the nine kingdoms in the human world are unified."

"Second, spread the Dharma to the world."

The scholar in green shirt raised his eyebrows and asked immediately, "Is it too late?"

This sentence made Qi Wuhuo silent.

Three hundred years, fighting against the enemies of Queen Nuwa.

Face those enemies who do not want the human world to become powerful.

Is it too late?

Qi Wuhuo wanted to say that it was still in time, but the passage of time was fair to all living beings, so he said, "It's too late..."

"But even if it's too late, we must try our best."

Fuxi naturally added: "Of course it's too late."

"It's too late to see a ghost."

"For those immortals and gods, three hundred years is just a short moment, but for the human race, even now that Awa has returned and the natural lifespan has reached three sixty years, it is still an extremely long period of time."

"It takes three hundred years to catch up with others who have practiced for thousands or tens of thousands of years, and to defeat them. This is too arrogant. Even if you are a disciple of the Supreme, you should not have such arrogant thoughts."

"What's more, you may face more enemies than you do now."

“After all, [relationships] are constantly changing.”

"The Dao rhyme of heaven and earth, and the resources of all things, are all limited. If the human race is powerful, it will inevitably seize the interests of other races, and even some weak immortals and gods. Those immortals and gods who are friendly with the human race may not be willing to see the human race rise."

"And one day, when the human race becomes powerful enough to rival the heavens, your good friend the Jade Emperor may become your enemy. In this world, there is no such thing as an eternal and unchanging relationship."

Qi Wuhuo was silent.

Of course he knew these things.

Therefore, whenever he thought that after the green-shirted man in front of him left, all the pressure would fall on the human world, he felt a tremendous pressure, a pressure that could be called desperate. The Taoist straightened his back and did not waver, but suddenly he thought of the usual requirements of his teacher, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun.

My disciples must have the confidence to hold up the sky with one hand.

The scholar in green immediately smiled lazily, spread his hands, and said leisurely with an expression that was so irritating that he could not bear to death, "However, this matter should be left to you to worry about. As for me, I will definitely be watched closely now and cannot do anything, so this matter can only be handed over to you."

"Of course, I'm not trying to pass on the blame, hahaha."

"But I have one more thing to give you."

The scholar in blue robes laughed casually and said:

"I was originally planning to give you one of my own treasures to help you determine your fate."

"But I take it back now."

"It would be a waste to give you that thing. I still have a stone lump, so I will reluctantly lend it to you for three hundred years. I hope you can do what you said during this time. If you can't, it doesn't matter. Anyway, just return it to me when the time comes."

He casually threw a stone to Qi Wuhuo, who raised his hand and grabbed it, his palm slightly sinking.

It was a book, on which were recorded mysterious charms in ancient words and patterns.

The Taoist had no expectations for what Fuxi gave him, but this thing was different. Qi Wuhuo just took a look at it, and his expression suddenly changed. He recognized that part of it was the number of heaven and earth, the number of Dayan, the principle of left-hand rotation, the principle of pictograms, the five elements, yin and yang, and innate changes. They were all included in it!

Qi Wuhuo couldn't believe it and said, "This is..."

"The River Map and the Luo Book?!"

The map came out of the Yellow River, the book came out of the Luo River, and the sages followed them!

According to legend, many human saint kings have used this treasure to explore countless dangers, leaving behind many legends. There are even rumors that this is the origin of the Eight Trigrams. And now, this supreme divine object was casually handed over to Qi Wuhuo by him.

The scholar in green robes said, "Ah? The River Map and the Luo Shu, that counts as well. That's what you humans call it."

"It just so happens that your foundation lacks something to suppress your fate."

"What you are facing next is a race against time. Coincidentally, I once used this thing to make deals with your human ancestors."

"A deal about time."

Fuxi's lips curled up slightly, and he turned sideways to look at Qi Wuhuo, just as if countless years ago, he turned sideways, as Chisongzi, the teacher of King Yu, and the old farmer who discovered the River Map, and handed this treasure to the ancestors of the human race, and then let those holy kings of the human race leave their own power.

He stated his reasons for doing so.

And they left their breath without hesitation.

And now, these ancient human auras are rising, some are magnificent, some are overbearing, but each one is the most mellow human aura.

"I asked them to leave their power on this [Hetu Luoshu]."

"Those guys, in your era, should be called the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, right?"

"What you do next is up to you, but I think this item can help you get through this disaster."

The scholar in green robe said it lightly, his expression calm, as if he had been waiting for all this to happen, and began to lay out the plan in the very distant past. The [Hetu and Luoshu], plus the aura of the ancient kings, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors contained therein, all of these exuded a powerful and substantial force in Qi Wuhuo's hands.

It seems that the history of the human race is here.

Qi Wuhuo was slightly moved by such a profound inheritance and talked to himself.

Every legend in ancient times is related to the River Map and the Luoshu. It turns out that this is the reason...

If we say before that giving the human world a certain degree of self-preservation power within three hundred years is an extremely difficult challenge, almost impossible.

Well now, a turning point has appeared.

It's not just three hundred years.

These three hundred years are just a breaking point for a reversal.

The human world had already been preparing for these three hundred years several kalpas ago.

Qi Wuhuo suddenly recalled Fuxi's words on the day he revealed his identity. At that time, the man in green smiled gently, and his voice carried the vicissitudes and distance from ancient times to the present, and the sigh and gentleness of a "man" from the earliest ancient times, and said:

"To wait for a chance of improvement like yours."

"I have waited for thousands of years."

He didn't lie at that time...

Qi Wuhuo held the River Map and Luoshu in his hands, and felt the weight and heaviness attached to these forces, as well as a hint of Fuxi's loneliness and determination during these long years. He looked at the scholar in blue - who used himself as a son, led the six realms into the game, and had been preparing for today's events since ancient times. Naturally, he gave people a sense of determination like entrusting an orphan to someone else.

Qi Wuhuo had a complicated expression and said subconsciously:

"Three hundred years from now, are you going to fight the Northern Emperor and the Southern Emperor?"

"Three hundred years?"

The scholar in green robes looked sideways at the Taoist, smiling, and said leisurely:

"When did I say that I would go find them three hundred years later?"

"Or, if I say three hundred years, does it really mean three hundred years?"

The Taoist was stunned.

Could it be that...

The scholar in blue robes laughed out loud.

His appearance and demeanor are both endlessly free and easy.

He is the one who brought the gods into the game and gained an incredible three hundred years of opportunity for the human world; he is the Emperor of Heaven who plays with the gods and immortals at his will, but he is also the one who is meticulous and appeared at the beginning of the distant catastrophe. He silently made moves for a comeback in the distant future and endured who knows how long. He is the Xi Emperor of the human race.

Both the means and the magical powers are extraordinary, and if viewed comprehensively, they are unparalleled in the world.

Even the Taoist priest felt sad at this moment.

Emperor Xihuang...

Those who can leave their names in the distant times are not ordinary beings.

Such a person has almost no weaknesses, and has ways to break out of any desperate situation; he plans for the lives of all people, and makes plans for the six realms. He is also determined to silently endure long years for a chance to turn the tables. Qi Wuhuo didn't know for a moment who could make him afraid and retreat.

Until they returned to the storage room and opened the door.

Then, the incarnation of Queen Nuwa, who was supposed to be sleeping in the quiet room, appeared at the door.

Then "calmly" opened his eyes.

Fuxi: “…”