Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

But all of that is in the past.

As figures surged toward him from the waves of time.

Hundreds of lifetimes of reincarnation, hundreds of lives.

He has been an ordinary human, a tribal chief, and each life has brought him different experiences and different endings.

Those figures merged with his true spirit.

Fuxi finally understood who he was.

He is Fuxi.

He is Fuxi, the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, and also Fuxi, the common ruler of the Human Clan.

Just then, he sensed something.

Beneath the flowing waters of time, amidst the ripples of the waves, a force is calling to him.

That power was strong and vast, sharing the same origin as him, and seemed to be an integral part of his body.

That was his former Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit!

If he so desired, he could retrieve that Dao Fruit from the river of time right now, leaping beyond the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm to become a rare master of great supernatural powers in the primordial world.

But Fuxi hesitated.

Because at the same time he sensed that quasi-saintly fruit, he also sensed another power... that was the fortune of the human race, the trust and expectations of countless humans for him.

He can only choose one of these two forces.

If he were to reclaim the quasi-saintly Dao fruit from his previous life, he would no longer be a pure human Fuxi, but a demon emperor Fuxi of the demon race.

He not only has no chance to become the human emperor, but he will also be despised and hated by hundreds of millions of people.

If he gives up his quasi-saintly status from his previous life, he will lose the opportunity to leap into the quasi-saintly realm!

He will be forever bound to the human race, leading them step by step to create that unknown future.

Fuxi closed his eyes.

He remembered his mother, Huaxu, in this life, the one who carried him for twelve years, endured countless hardships, yet never gave up on him.

He thought of Huaxu Lie, the tribal chief of this life, the human who secretly protected his mother for twelve years and finally brought him back to the tribe.

He remembered his teacher, the Taoist who had protected him through hundreds of lifetimes without interruption.

He thought of his senior master Huanglong in this life, the totem who had protected the human race since its birth.

He remembered Nuwa's expectant eyes!

He thought of his people who trusted him, followed him, and placed their hopes on him.

He remembered the vow he had made—in this life, he would ensure that the human race would no longer be bullied by other races, that the human race would stand at the top of all races in the primordial world, and that the human race would be passed down forever!

"I am Fuxi," Fuxi murmured to himself, "I am Fuxi of the human race."

He opened his eyes, his gaze becoming incredibly resolute.

He abandoned the quasi-saintly fruit that kept calling to him beneath the long river of time.

The moment Fuxi made his choice, the human race's destiny erupted within him.

The figure that had reincarnated hundreds of times had completely merged with his true spirit.

One after another, the laws of the Great Dao shone with dazzling light upon his true spirit.

His true spirit grew stronger under the nourishment of each figure, becoming more solid and profound.

His essence, his spirit, and his soul are all three flowers!

It slowly bloomed on his head.

The first flower, a refined flower, is crimson, signifying that his physical body has reached the realm of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

When the flower bloomed, the laws of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles trembled, and vast spiritual energy surged towards Fuxi like a tide.

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, Huanglong looked at the chaotic acquired spiritual energy. He originally intended to disperse it casually, but when he saw the countless humans on the ground, he had a thought. In the blink of an eye, he used the Sweet Rain Technique to condense the vast acquired spiritual energy into drops of sweet rain, which fell into the bodies of the humans on the ground, nourishing their bodies!

Only then did Xuandu realize what was happening. He quickly opened the innate restriction on Shouyang Mountain, drawing out the rich innate spiritual energy of Shouyang Mountain and injecting it into Fuxi's body.

The second flower, the Qi Flower, is bluish-white, signifying that his magical power has reached the realm of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

When the flower bloomed, auspicious seven-colored clouds appeared in the sky above Shouyang Mountain, and faint celestial music and Taoist sounds came from within the clouds, as if heaven and earth were celebrating his breakthrough.

The third flower, a divine flower, was a purplish-gold color, representing that his primordial spirit had reached the realm of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. When that flower bloomed, waves surged on the river of time, seemingly rejoicing at the birth of yet another Great Luo Golden Immortal in the world.

Three flowers bloomed, each one displaying ten different qualities!

Rank 10!

This is the highest quality among the Great Luo Golden Immortals, representing Fuxi's incredibly profound foundation and immense potential.

Even among those innate saints who are born as Great Luo Golden Immortals, very few are able to cultivate the Tenth Grade Three Flowers.

Fuxi opened his eyes, and two golden beams of light shot out from them, soaring straight into the sky.

He made a breakthrough.

Great Golden Immortal!

Shouyang Mountain, atop its peak.

Xuandu and Huanglong stood side by side, looking at Fuxi sitting cross-legged on the altar in the distance.

Fuxi's true spirit has just returned from the river of time and is currently closing his eyes to regulate his breathing and stabilize the realm he has just broken through.

He was surrounded by a faint golden light, the mark of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Xuandu looked at Fuxi with eyes full of satisfaction.

After more than ten thousand years of teaching and hundreds of generations of protection, this day has finally come.

Fuxi finally achieved the Great Luo Golden Immortal status, becoming the first Great Luo Immortal among the acquired cultivators of the prehistoric world.

"He refused," Huang Long suddenly said.

Xuandu turned his head and looked at Huanglong.

"He rejected the quasi-saint Dao fruit of his previous life," Huang Long said, his voice tinged with emotion. "I sensed his hesitation and his choice by the river of time. He chose the human race."

Xuan Du remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"He is the Fuxi of the human race," Xuandu said, "not the Fuxi of the demon race. From the beginning of this life, he has already made his choice."

Huang Long glanced at Xuan Du, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You're quite calm. That's a quasi-saint's Dao Fruit. If he hadn't given up, all your hundreds of lifetimes of protection and tens of thousands of years of teaching would have been in vain."

Xuan Du shook his head: "What he gave up was not the quasi-saintly Dao fruit, but his past self. Only by giving up his past self can he become his true self."

Huang Long didn't speak, but a hint of agreement flashed in his eyes.

Just then, Fuxi opened his eyes.

He stood up from the altar, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Xuandu and Huanglong on Shouyang Mountain in the distance.

Fuxi raised his hands and bowed deeply to his two teachers.

"Fuxi thanks his teacher and senior master for protecting the Way."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Xuandu and Huanglong's ears.

A smile appeared on Xuandu's face; it was the happiest smile he had ever had in over ten thousand years.

Huang Long laughed too, a hearty laugh.

The former Demon Emperor Fuxi has truly become a thing of the past at this moment.

The Fuxi of today is the Fuxi of the human race.

The humans on the land, nourished by the spiritually rich rain, all broke through their current cultivation levels.

Their gazes toward Fuxi on the altar were filled with even greater reverence and worship.