Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

When Huanglong and Xuandu reappeared, Xuandu's face was so swollen that he was unrecognizable.

Without the seal of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, Xuan Du's spiritual energy surged, reducing the swelling on his face and restoring his original appearance.

But upon closer inspection, there is still something unusual about it.

"Senior brother, would you like to rest in my cave for a while?" Xuandu asked.

"No need," Huanglong shook his head. "Let's go see Fuxi directly. Let's meet this future emperor of the human race."

Xuan Du nodded and pointed towards the Huaxu tribe below the mountain: "That kid is in the tribe. I'll summon him right now."

He flicked his finger, and a beam of light instantly traversed a vast distance, landing in the Huaxu clan's territory.

A moment later, a white figure soared into the sky from the tribe and flew towards the mountain peak.

Fuxi landed on the mountain peak.

He looks like a young man in his early twenties, but he already has the air of a leader.

Fuxi spotted Xuandu at a glance, quickly stepped forward, and bowed respectfully: "Teacher."

Then his gaze fell on Huang Long, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Xuandu coughed and introduced, "Fuxi, this is Senior Uncle Huanglong. He is my senior brother, and also..."

He glanced at Huanglong, and seeing Huanglong nod slightly, he continued, "It is also a totem of the human race."

Fuxi's pupils suddenly dilated.

He turned around abruptly, looking at Huang Long with shock and disbelief in his eyes.

"You...you are the totem lord who protects humanity?"

Seeing Fuxi's shocked expression, Huanglong's lips curled into a slight smile: "What, doesn't it look like it?"

Fuxi did not speak, but his eyes reddened.

He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times to Huanglong.

"Human Fuxi pays respects to the Totem Master!"

Fuxi's voice choked with emotion: "Since the Holy Mother created humankind, the totem has protected the human race, ensuring its peaceful reproduction. Humankind will never forget such great kindness and virtue!"

Huanglong looked at Fuxi kneeling before him and felt a pang of embarrassment.

He didn't offer much protection to the human race!

He could sense the sincerity in Fuxi's words, the deep love the future human emperor had for humanity, and the heartfelt respect he felt for himself.

Although he put it on the hot seat, most of the reason came from Xuandu.

Get up.

Huanglong reached out and helped Fuxi up. "Since you honor me as your totem, I cannot enjoy the fortune of humanity for nothing. If you encounter any problems in the development of humanity, feel free to tell me."

Fuxi nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with excitement.

Xuan Du watched this scene, touched his still slightly aching face, and thought that the beating he had taken was worthwhile.

With Senior Brother Huanglong around, Fuxi's path to becoming the Human Emperor will undoubtedly be much smoother.

From that day on, Huanglong settled down in the East Mansion of Xuandu.

He wasn't in a hurry to return to the Heavenly Court. He hadn't found the Hetu and Luoshu, let alone perfected the Zhou Tian Star Array, so going to the Heavenly Court now would be useless.

Having spent a lifetime in the underworld, he had grown accustomed to this long wait.

Anyway, Uncle Haotian won't be in a hurry, so he might as well stay here and watch the development of the human race.

Xuandu was in charge of teaching Fuxi cultivation, while Huanglong watched from the sidelines, occasionally interjecting a few words.

He lived longer than Xuandu and had seen far more of the world than Xuandu.

Although he never took on any disciples, his ability to teach was no less than that of Xuandu.

On this day, after listening to Xuandu's sermon, Fuxi did not leave immediately, but instead asked his two teachers for advice on how to govern the human race.

"Master, Senior Uncle,"

Fuxi sat on the futon and said earnestly, "Over the years, I have been thinking about how to make the human race stronger. I have taught my people to fish, observe celestial phenomena, and worship the Holy Mother... The tribe is indeed much stronger than before, but I always feel that it is still far from enough."

Xuandu asked, "What do you think is lacking?"

Fuxi pondered for a moment and said, "Among the human race, there are not only powerful cultivators, but also countless ordinary humans who have never cultivated. The longest lifespan they have is only a few hundred years. Compared to those wild beasts, they are merely more intelligent!"

Huang Long nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"You're right," Huang Long said. "If humanity wants to become strong, a small number of cultivators are not enough. You need a way to record the wisdom and experience of humanity so that future generations can learn from and inherit it."

Fuxi's eyes lit up: "Senior Uncle, you mean...writing?"

Then it dimmed again. "But this script is something that only a handful of people in the entire human race can master even a little bit of."

"Those ordinary humans are even harder to control!"

Huanglong knew that Fuxi had misunderstood, thinking that he was referring to the Taoist script used in cultivation.

"No, it's not Dao script," Huanglong said. "These Dao scripts are so difficult to comprehend that even among countless innate beings, let alone ordinary humans, very few can even begin to understand them."

Fuxi fell into deep thought.

He had certainly studied writing; the characters that Xuandu taught him were profound and complex, each containing the ultimate truths of the universe. But precisely because they were so profound, ordinary people of his clan could not learn them at all.

Fuxi bowed to Huanglong and said, "Please give me your guidance, Master Uncle."

Huang Long casually waved his hand, and several straw ropes with different knots appeared in his hand.

Looking at Fuxi's puzzled expression, he said, "Nowadays, ordinary humans use knotted ropes to simply record events."

"If you could create different symbols based on different things, with each symbol corresponding to a specific item, so that ordinary humans could easily learn them...!"

"My senior brother is right!"

After listening to Huanglong's explanation, Fuxi's eyes shone with golden light. He stood up excitedly, bowed deeply to Huanglong, and said, "Disciple understands!"

From that day on, Fuxi traveled to various ordinary human tribes.

He spent three years sketching out the common impressions of various human tribes regarding the same item.

Ultimately, a simple script with only three hundred symbols was created.

Each of these symbols corresponds to a specific thing or concept. They are simple and easy to understand, and ordinary people can learn them with a little more time.

Fuxi named this script "Shuqi".

He taught the writing system to his people, and they learned it very quickly.

Within a few months, most of the Huaxu tribe members learned to decipher the contents of the written records.

From then on, humanity bid farewell to the era of knotted ropes for record-keeping and entered the era of written records.

After creating written characters, Fuxi would consult Huanglong whenever he encountered matters related to the tribe.

Huanglong always provides corresponding solutions or directions.

On this day, Fuxi came to Xuandu's cave again, but did not say a word for half a day.

Huanglong was lying on a bamboo chair, basking in the sun, looking at Fuxi, "Are you, the tribal chief, very idle? If you have nothing to do, get lost."