Just then, a colossal demon with a body ten thousand feet tall and wings that blotted out the stars happened to pass by the village where the young man was. Looking down at the tiny humans below, it wanted to open its blood-red maw and devour everything.
"cut"
Gazing at the great demon that seemed to have wings hanging from the sky, the runes in the youth's hand unfolded, transforming into a golden giant sword that soared straight into the clouds. The golden sword light engulfed the great demon that exuded a terrifying aura in just a moment. When the sword light dissipated, only a terrifying sword mark remained on the spot.
Although the power of this attack was only at the level of a quasi-emperor, most people in this auction house could achieve the same level.
But don't forget, those who created this rune are at most at the level of saints in this era, not even saint kings.
Even the young man who improved the runes had only just begun his journey to the top.
"Is the Dao of Talismans really that powerful?"
An ancient being who had some knowledge of talismanic arts frowned and murmured in disbelief.
The power of that attack was no less than that of a full-force strike from a Quasi-Emperor of the sixth level or above.
Although such methods exist nowadays, it would still require a sword master at the sixth level of the Quasi-Emperor realm to seal their sword intent into a talisman using special means.
Such methods are neither fearful nor terrifying.
People like Xu Qinghan, Liu Shen, Xiaoyao Immortal King, and Sanzang Immortal King stared intently at the young Fuxi's every move, afraid of wasting even a second.
This is suspected to be the legendary talisman ancestor!
Although we don't know exactly how strong the Talisman Ancestor was in the end, judging from the innate Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams diagram formed by the convergence of the eighty-one Great Dao stripes at the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level, the Talisman Ancestor's final achievement would not be lower than the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level at the very least.
A willow branch of the Willow God drooped down, radiating endless divine light, and condensed in the void into runes that resembled the ancient characters. However, once the runes were formed, they quickly dissipated.
Gazing at this scene, the blurry figure in the boundless chaos frowned slightly; it felt as if something was missing from this world...
Perhaps this is the real reason for the decline of the talismanic arts.
Meanwhile, the image of the Primordial Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Diagram continues to evolve, as if it wants to reveal everything from that ancient era.
The people in the auction house now knew the true identity of the Talisman Ancestor. They watched as billions of people chanted the name of Emperor Xi, and watched as the young man named Fuxi protected all living beings step by step with his talismanic arts, making the human race no longer the lowest among all the races in the heavens.
He pioneered the Way of Talismans and educated all people. If Suirenshi raised the hope of cultivation for the human race, then the young man named Fuxi can be said to have created a cultivation system all by himself.
The atmosphere in the entire auction hall froze. All the human cultivators wore expressions of respect. A supreme being who protected an entire race deserved their respect.
Even a primordial being like the Willow God fell silent.
Even the Lord of the Immortal Demon Cave Heaven didn't dare to sigh. Even if he were foolish, he wouldn't slander a human sage, especially one with great achievements.
Under Fuxi's leadership, the human race became a powerful race comparable to the innate gods and demons in just a few hundred thousand years. Fuxi also became the most revered leader of the human race, and his cultivation reached the level of a quasi-immortal emperor.
However, even a prodigy like Fuxi could not cross the final barrier after reaching the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm.
A single step can make all the difference, yet it feels like an insurmountable chasm.
In the era of Fuxi's rise, human geniuses were as numerous as clouds and prodigies as rain, and even immortal kings emerged one after another.
And everyone knew what kind of race was that was fighting against the demon race.
That was a race called "Witches," a colossal entity with twelve Immortal Emperors, or even beings of higher rank, presiding over them.
It was the mutual restraint between these two behemoths that gave humanity time to develop and rise.
However, with the rise of the human race, including figures like Fuxi, who was the number one person below the Immortal Emperor, the human race gradually came into the sight of those top innate gods and demons.
This includes the top-tier innate god-demon who created the human race.
He further suppressed all paths of humanity, stole humanity's fortune, and ensured that humanity would never be able to produce an Immortal Emperor-level being.
"How could there be such a person? He created the human race himself, why!"
Looking into the depths of the long river of time, there is a hazy figure that controls everything about humanity and steals everything from humanity, but no one can do anything about it.
Seeing this scene, Xu Qinghan felt a chill run down her spine. She finally understood why Xi Huang had to prove himself as a Quasi-Immortal Emperor eighty-one times, despite his talent.
Xu Qinghan naturally knew the difference between an Immortal Emperor and a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
This is similar to the difference between mortals and immortals.
How could a group of people who haven't even reached the level of Immortal Emperors possibly shake a person who is at the end of the road?
This is a form of suppression based on social status, a path where one person suppresses an entire race.
How domineering is this?
Instead, there was more resentment. The god who created humanity not only ignored humanity, but now, facing the rise of humanity, he was ruthlessly suppressing it.
How could such a being be worthy of her respect?
The once-prosperous human race suddenly plummeted to its lowest point, but the spirited young man did not choose to give up after learning this cruel truth.
"The flame of our human race shall never be extinguished. Since Heaven has not provided a Great Path for our human race, then I, Fuxi, will create a Heavenly Path for the billions of cultivators of our human race!"
He spent countless epochs and reincarnated countless lifetimes, forging one path after another.
However, this has always stopped at the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level.
Without the existence of an Immortal Emperor, the human race remains nothing more than ants.
Each and every realm is like a prison, where anyone who reaches a certain level will be harvested.
Until... Fuxi reached the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm for the eighty-first time.
At that very moment, everyone in the auction hall witnessed a familiar scene.
There were eighty-one figures standing together, each occupying a direction: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Li, Kan, Gen, and Dui.
The world was divided into Yin and Yang, and those supreme gods and demons, who were full of mockery, showed a look of horror in their eyes.
At this moment, time stood still, as if there were the sounds of heaven and earth shattering, a sound that seemed to come from the distant past, leaving only this one sound in the world.
"I, Fuxi, the Heavenly Emperor of Humanity, established the Great Way for humankind, and wish that every member of my human race may be like a dragon for generations to come."
"If Heaven does not grant us the human race, then I, Fuxi, will!"
"Today, my path to humanity is complete!"
The universe transforms into chaos, and chaos transforms into yin and yang. Heaven, earth, thunder, wind, water, fire, mountains, and marshes—one natural phenomenon after another emerges. A primordial yin-yang eight trigram diagram floats above the human territory, representing hope.
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