Chapter 287 Fuxi Returns to His Position
Today, the Huaxu tribe is overjoyed. Their leader, Fuxi, took the opportunity to unify the various tribes and held a sacrifice to Heaven at Wanqiu.
Fuxi, holding the Hetu and Luoshu, bowed respectfully to the heavens. Important figures of the tribe followed suit, and the sacrificial bonfire instantly blazed brightly, with the aura of faith swirling into the sky.
Xuandu and Donghua stood on the left and right respectively, and Xuandu personally wrote the Daoist text to inform Heaven.
"Now there is a man named Fuxi, who created the Eight Trigrams, fishing nets, and hunting techniques; he established surnames, determined marriage customs, created the zither and lute, determined the four seasons, and tasted hundreds of herbs... He used dragons to record official positions and govern the land..."
As the sacrificial prayers to Heaven drew to a close, golden rays suddenly descended from the vast night sky, and a magnificent scene unfolded in the clouds, with dragons soaring through the mist and golden lotuses rising from the ground, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.
"A strange phenomenon has appeared in the sky..." The crowd erupted in commotion.
“Look at the leader…” Qingxi exclaimed.
As everyone looked on, they saw Fuxi bathed in golden light. As he transformed from middle age into youth, his hair grew longer, and his robes changed into a style they had never seen before, magnificent and majestic, with lifelike golden dragons that seemed to be riding the clouds.
In a daze, Fuxi's realm rose higher and higher, from Great Luo Golden Immortal to Quasi-Saint to the peak of Quasi-Saint, and finally stopped at the peak of Quasi-Saint.
At the same time, Fuxi's memories returned in their entirety. He was Fuxi of the human race, Fuxi of the demon race, he was Fuxi.
A sword materialized from the air, a result of Nuwa's selfish desire to reforge a sword using the long whip she used to create humans, intending to ensure that Fuxi's position would remain unshakeable.
“This is the Fuxi Sword…” Fuxi stroked the sword, he understood everything, and then renamed the sword, “From now on, you shall be called the Human Emperor Sword, passed down from generation to generation by the Human Emperor, never to cease.”
Then, he passed the Human Emperor Sword to his chosen next leader, Shennong, saying, "Today I have achieved my goal. From now on, I shall reside in the Fire Cloud Cave to determine the fate of the human race. I hope you will inherit my will and bring blessings to all people."
Shennong was overjoyed and accepted the divine sword that fell from the sky with both hands. "Thank you, leader. I will live up to your expectations."
Fuxi had already seen Nuwa's chariot coming to fetch him, and knew it was time for him to return to his position. He glanced at the Hetu and Luoshu, which had absorbed merit and regained their precious light, and decided to ask his sister later why the Hetu and Luoshu had appeared in his hands and added to his merit.
Amidst the attention of the crowd, Fuxi boarded Nuwa's Cloud River Carriage, which was escorted by Azure Phoenixes. Xuandu and Donghua exchanged a glance, realizing that Fuxi no longer needed their protection, and so they followed, riding the clouds and mist, into the Cloud River Carriage with Fuxi.
Inside the carriage, Nuwa had been eagerly awaiting Fuxi's return. Upon seeing him, she was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Brother, you've finally come back!"
He then said to Xuandu and Donghua, "Thank you both for taking care of Fuxi over the years."
Xuandu and Donghua were ashamed and said, "We are ashamed. We almost ruined our junior brother's plans. Fortunately, we discovered it in time."
Xuan Du recalled with a heavy heart the severe scolding he received after being summoned back to Kunlun Mountain, and felt so ashamed that he wanted to disappear.
Master is right. He was sent out of the mountains because he was human and would understand best what humans urgently needed. But he has forgotten his roots because of his years of cultivation...
“Good things come to those who wait, my two senior brothers, there’s no need for that. I wonder which fellow Daoist appeared to me in my dream?” Fuxi asked Nuwa. “Once my brother enters the Fire Cloud Cave and won’t be able to come out for a while, could we stop by that fellow Daoist’s place to express our gratitude?”
“Brother, you don’t need to be so polite,” Nuwa covered her mouth and chuckled. “The person who sent you this dream is our little prince Lu Ya. We’re all on the same side. He’s still waiting for the Hetu and Luoshu.”
"I was just about to ask my sister, why is the Hetu and Luoshu in my possession? How is His Majesty the Demon Emperor?" Fuxi reached out and stroked the intricately engraved array on the Hetu and Luoshu, merging it with the original patterns. "This array combines the power of my brother and His Majesty... Wait, why has this changed? It wasn't like this before..."
The left and right sides were not symmetrical, which made Fuxi very uncomfortable. He reached out and intended to move the displaced marks back to their original positions.
Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed, thunder rumbled in the sky, and a weak figure appeared.
"Hiss..." Xuandu and Donghua gasped. How could their junior brother's Dao-proving treasure hide someone?
"Di Jun, so your primordial spirit is in the Hetu Luoshu." Nuwa hurriedly opened the gauze curtain, looked at the sky, and then covered the curtain again with lingering fear.
“The Cloud River Carriage can hold out for a while. You should go back to the River Chart and Luo Book first. I will take you to find Chang Hao and find a way to escape the divine punishment.” Nuwa made a decisive decision.
“It’s too late,” Di Jun said with a wry smile. “The golden light of merit has reactivated the Hetu and Luoshu, and now the Hetu and Luoshu can no longer serve as a place of refuge.”
The moment he decided to self-destruct to pave the way for Taiyi, his primordial spirit was immediately absorbed into the Hetu Luoshu by the pre-set formation. However, what Dijun did not expect was that Xihe would also self-destruct and be incorporated into the Hetu Luoshu.
Xihe foolishly self-destructed, her primordial spirit shattering into countless pieces. Dijun had no choice but to place Xihe inside his own primordial spirit, allowing her to absorb his spiritual power in order to prevent her from dissipating completely.
Having held on until now, Di Jun is also nearing his limit. The only thing that comforts Di Jun is that Tai Yi did not enter the Hetu Luoshu, so he should still be alive.
"Fuxi, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to get into trouble." Di Jun was full of apology and quickly apologized, otherwise, he was afraid he wouldn't have another chance.
"No, it's not your fault. I was too confident and thought no one would dare to kill me." Now that Fuxi thinks about it, he realizes how naive he was. How could he have thought that the bloodthirsty Wu clan would be afraid to kill him because of his sister?
"Sister, can you save him?" Fuxi hugged the Hetu and Luoshu tightly, his attitude clearly showing that he did not want to give up on Dijun.
"Wait... our savior will be here soon." Nuwa was both shocked and exhausted. Her brother, whom she had just rescued, made her feel like vomiting blood. She glared at Dijun with gritted teeth.
That damned demon queen, how much bewitching potion did she feed her brother? He's still so deluded even after dying once.
Chang Hao, who was still halfway there, received a message from Nuwa. What was he waiting for? He immediately wrote Di Jun on the Investiture of the Gods.
Now that there was no obstacle, Di Jun's divine name obediently focused on the Great Emperor of the North Pole of the Purple Star, and the Heavenly Dao, unable to bring itself to harm itself, retreated directly.
Since Lu Ya took power, the mighty Heavenly Dao has only felt more and more frustrated. What use is increased power? It has absolutely no autonomy.
"Greetings, Goddess Nuwa..." Chang Hao's voice pierced through the cloud-covered carriage, clearly audible to everyone inside.
"Oh, Your Majesty has arrived~~~" Nuwa's voice was very pleasant. "Please come in quickly, there's no need to be so polite with the Empress."
Nuwa kept glancing at Dijun with a look of amusement.
"Which Your Majesty?" Fuxi asked on behalf of Di Jun.
"I..." Chang Hao lifted the carriage curtain with a gloomy expression, bringing up a gust of wind, and glanced at Di Jun with unfriendly eyes.
"Chang Hao..." Di Jun and Fu Xi said in unison.
"Where is my mother?" Chang Hao gritted his teeth. He saw the message from Nuwa halfway there, and his good mood instantly plummeted.
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