Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 277 The supernatural power of the saint!
The distance of a hundred miles was very close to Jiang Haofeng. It didn’t even take him a breath to reach the vicinity of Zhonghuang Mountain. Yes, it was right around Zhonghuang Mountain!
Taihao City is a hundred miles south of Zhonghuang Mountain, and a hundred miles north, which is exactly the scope of Zhonghuang Mountain. When Taihao City was first built, it was for the convenience of governing the twenty-four regions and two thousand six hundred clans in the area, and also for the convenience of the hidden vein masters of Zhonghuang Mountain to rush to Taihao City for assistance at any time.

Standing in the void, Jiang Haofeng looked down at the surroundings, looking for any trace of Nuwa, but there was no trace of anyone around, and Jiang Haofeng noticed nothing.

"You came."

At this moment, a girl came from behind Jiang Haofeng, and Jiang Haofeng was suddenly startled. Although Jiang Haofeng knew very well that with Nuwa's extraordinary cultivation, it would be no difficulty for her to appear behind him silently, as easy as eating and drinking.

But when this really happened, Jiang Haofeng couldn't help but be shocked. It was because Jiang Haofeng had been in the Golden Immortal realm since he was born. Born as an immortal, he was born with spiritual consciousness. Jiang Haofeng could often detect people even when they were hundreds of miles away.

As his cultivation level increased, Jiang Haofeng's detection range became farther and farther, and the number of people who could easily approach him became fewer and fewer. Jiang Haofeng had long been accustomed to this feeling.

Now a person suddenly appeared behind him. Even though Jiang Haofeng was prepared, he was still startled.

Jiang Haofeng turned his head and saw an old woman wearing a black robe, holding a cane, with her silver hair tied up and fixed behind her head with a wooden hairpin standing three meters behind Jiang Haofeng.

Jiang Haofeng was slightly surprised. Is this... Mount Li?

The moment this name is mentioned, past memories flood into my mind. Hua, a woman from the Huaxu clan, stepped on a giant's footprint in Lei Ze and gave birth to Fuxi after being pregnant for twelve years. Twelve years later, Hua stepped on a giant's footprint again and gave birth to Lishan, who is Fuxi's biological sister.

Moreover, Jiang Haofeng himself knew that this Lishan was the benevolent corpse of Nuwa, but it was not until now that Jiang Haofeng realized that he had completely forgotten about such an important and key figure.

Fuxi had a younger sister, who was the benevolent corpse of Nuwa. Jiang Haofeng knew this, and the memory of it had always been in his mind, but Jiang Haofeng subconsciously ignored it.

He focused all his attention on Fuxi and completely ignored Fuxi's sister Lishan. Even after Fuxi left the Huaxu clan's Leiyun tribe, Jiang Haofeng subconsciously ignored the entire Leiyun tribe.

Even when the human race held the enthronement ceremony of the Human Emperor, Jiang Haofeng invited everyone who could and needed to be invited in the prehistoric world, including the four major sects, the five tribes of dragon, phoenix, unicorn, wizard, and lich, the five holy tribes, the heaven and the underworld, the ancestor of the Styx, and the immortal Zhenyuan.

Among the human race, there are clan leaders of 2,600 clans, a group of human elders, Golden Immortal Realm masters from each clan, and the thirty-six human race Xinhuo Cities in the Three Thousand Worlds far outside the prehistoric continent. Jiang Haofeng also specially sent Dachao to bring them back before the ceremony of the enthronement of the Human Emperor.

Jiang Haofeng had considered all the people, but he forgot to consider Fuxi's sister Lishan. As a rule of thumb, the Human Emperor's sister, Nuwa's Shanshi, should be the person who should be invited the most, but Jiang Haofeng just didn't think of her.

It was not until the Lishan Mother appeared at this time that Jiang Haofeng remembered that there was such a person among the human race.

Is this a saint?

Jiang Haofeng once again felt the power of the saint. It did not lie in the mighty magic power or the majestic holy power, but in the mysterious and wonderful magical powers of the great way.

After all, he was a powerful mid-stage quasi-saint, the strongest person in the human race, and a famous master of great magical powers in the prehistoric world. In the prehistoric world, no matter what race or force he was in, he was the pinnacle. But in front of the saint, Jiang Haofeng felt unprecedentedly insignificant. The two were not on the same level at all.

As long as the saint wants, I can't even remember the saint's existence. Not only myself, but the entire human race is like this.

Looking at Mount Li in front of him, Jiang Haofeng quickly suppressed the shock in his heart. Thinking of the voice just now, Jiang Haofeng's face changed slightly, and then he saluted and said: "I am Haofeng of the human race, I pay my respects to the queen!"

"No need to be polite!"

When the holy voice sounded, Jiang Haofeng's eyes moved slightly. Sure enough, the person in front of him was not the Mother of Mount Li, but Nuwa!

The three corpses and the original body are not the same person, but the three corpses are subordinate to the original body, and the original body can take over the consciousness of the three corpses at any time. Jiang Haofeng himself is a quasi-saint, who has beheaded his own corpse and has deep feelings about this.

Just by the voice he had determined that the person in front of him was the Holy Mother of the human race, Nuwa, and not the Mother of Mount Li. Nuwa's response also confirmed Jiang Haofeng's guess.

"Thank you, empress!"

Jiang Haofeng stood up and stood respectfully, waiting for Nuwa's next words. His intuition told him that this time Nuwa came to find him, it must be related to Nuwa's sudden appearance and enlightenment of Taihao City before.

Lishan, no, it should be Nuwa, looked at Jiang Haofeng from head to toe. After a while, a look of approval appeared on her face:
"You are quite good. I created three thousand innate humans that day. Among them, your talent should be the best."

"Not only the human race, but even if you look at the entire prehistoric world, you are also the leader of the world. There is no one who is higher than you in the disciples of the Human Sect, the Chan Sect, the Jie Sect, the Western Sect, and all the saints. You are also the first of the young generation in the prehistoric world. You deserve the title!"

Jiang Haofeng was slightly stunned, then he calmly bowed and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty!"

To be honest, Jiang Haofeng, the number one of the younger generation, no longer cared about it. This achievement had already been decided when he became the first Daluo Jinxian among the four religions.

But the first person of the younger generation is only the younger generation of the prehistoric times. Among the human race, he is the oldest generation and the ancestor of the human race.

This meant that his opponent was not the younger generation. Jiang Haofeng's focus was no longer limited to the younger generation, but on a group of veteran strong men.

In the ancient times, it is difficult to become a saint, so let’s not consider it for the time being, but at least one must become the peak below the saint - a strong man at the peak level of quasi-saint. Only then can one be considered a true powerful person in the ancient times.

I am of the younger generation, but the human race’s opponents are not of the younger generation!
Seeing the calmness in Jiang Haofeng's eyes, Nuwa's admiration grew even stronger. Sure enough, this kid never focused his eyes on his peers. He was worthy of being the number one person in the human race. This kind of character was really good!
Only people like this can lead the human race out of difficulties!
(End of this chapter)