Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

As countless thoughts of humanity converged above the ancestral land of humanity.

The five trigrams Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui emerged from behind him and slowly rotated above the temple.

In the center of the Bagua diagram, the Yin-Yang symbol rotates endlessly, and the black and white energies flow continuously.

The Eight Trigrams resonate with the Great Dao, manifesting the laws and giving rise to extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth.

Above the sky, auspicious clouds surged, and golden light shone through the clouds, painting the entire sky golden.

Golden lotuses emerged from the earth, blooming everywhere and filling the air with fragrance.

The Dao permeates the mountains and rivers, and its laws manifest.

At the moment when the strange phenomenon was at its most intense, the six statues on the altar began to change.

First are the statues of Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi.

The three statues trembled simultaneously, and wisps of spiritual light emanated from them.

The lights were initially faint, like tiny sparks, but they quickly grew brighter and brighter, like the glittering stars.

A ray of light emanated from the statue, converging in the void and eventually coalescing into three illusory humanoid silhouettes.

The person in the middle, tall and holding a torch, is Suirenshi; the person on the left, with both hands raised as if building a house, is Youchaoshi; the person on the right, holding a bone needle as if sewing clothes, is Ziyishi.

The phantom images of the Three Patriarchs.

Three ancestors who fought and died for the human race reappeared in the world in this form at the moment when Fuxi attained enlightenment.

Their gazes fell upon Fuxi, looking at the rotating Bagua diagram behind him, the Kongtong Seal floating above his head, and the vast fortune gathering around him.

Then, their gaze, drawn by the connection to the human race's destiny, turned to a more distant place, to the human tribes kneeling in worship hundreds of millions of miles away, and to the human descendants who were thriving on the primordial land.

Seeing that the human race has once again thrived on this land, having not been wiped out in that great calamity, but instead bursting forth with even stronger vitality.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the three ancestors.

The three ancestors' gazes met in the void. Although they did not speak, their hearts were already in sync.

"Fuxi should be the human emperor."

The voices of the Three Ancestors resonated with the destiny of humanity, echoing throughout heaven and earth, and reverberating in the hearts of every individual.

Countless humans were moved to tears upon hearing this voice.

Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi are the oldest ancestors of humankind and the founders of human civilization.

Their approval is more important than anyone else's.

"Our ancestors acknowledged Fuxi as the supreme ruler!"

"His Majesty Fuxi is the Human Emperor! The Human Emperor recognized by our ancestors!"

The cheers erupted again, even more enthusiastic than before.

The phantoms of the Three Ancestors lingered in the void for a moment, their gazes lingering on Fuxi one last time before slowly dissipating into the statue.

They didn't say much, because what they needed to say was already said in those six words.

After the phantoms of the three ancestors dissipated, only three statues remained on the altar.

A statue of Huanglong, and statues of two saints.

Huanglong's primordial spirit avatar stood outside the temple, looking at the statue that belonged to him, and a thought crossed his mind.

He mobilized the will contained within the statue.

The statue trembled, and a ray of golden light surged from it, condensing into a majestic dragon in the void.

The dragon was entirely golden, hundreds of feet long, with sharp claws and shimmering scales.

It hovered above the temple, its dragon eyes majestic, looking down at Fuxi and the billions of humans below.

Xuanhuang Divine Dragon.

This is the totem image of the Yellow Dragon, and also its true form.

Therefore, the phantom he manifests is exactly the same as his original form.

The dragon circled three times in the sky, then swept its tail.

With this sweep, the world changed color.

The sky was ablaze with rosy light as the dragon's tail swept across the land, a dazzling display of vibrant colors.

Those rays of light were not ordinary light, but a manifestation of the laws of the Great Dao.

The seven colors of the sunset intertwined in the sky, creating a breathtaking scene.

At the same time, boundless Daoist energy surged forth from the rosy clouds, swirling around Fuxi.

Those Daoist rhythms are the Dao of Huanglong, and also the most original and purest Daoist rhythms in the world.

They surround Fuxi, making his figure even more majestic and vast.

Against the backdrop of rosy clouds and Taoist charm, Fuxi's figure appeared incredibly tall between heaven and earth.

At this moment, he was the emperor of heaven and earth.

The dragon looked down at Fuxi, its mouth open, and its voice boomed like thunder across the heavens and earth.

"Fuxi should be the Human Emperor!"

Six words, resounding with conviction.

Upon hearing this voice, the humans beneath the altar knelt down once more.

"The Totem Lord approves!"

"Even the Divine Dragon has acknowledged His Majesty Fuxi!"

The cheers grew louder and louder.

Huanglong looked at the cheers of countless humans on the ground, and a thought suddenly occurred to him!

The next moment, the enormous dragon body suddenly exploded, turning into specks of dark yellow light.

Then, like sweet rain, it fell from the sky, landing on the altar, on Fuxi, and on everyone outside the temple.

The moment those sweet rains touched their bodies, they transformed into a warm power, nourishing their flesh and soul.

The humans outside the temple were bathed in the sweet rain and felt more comfortable than ever before.

The old wounds that had accumulated over the years had healed, and some of the bottlenecks had been broken.

This is a gift from Huanglong to celebrate Fuxi becoming the Human Emperor.

The rain lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before it gradually stopped.

The glow in the sky slowly dissipated, and the Daoist aura gradually subsided.

That mysterious yellow dragon has completely disappeared.

Xuandu glanced at Huanglong beside him, his eyes filled with admiration. "Senior brother's skill is truly extraordinary!"

The phantom images of the Three Ancestors and the Yellow Dragon vanished, leaving only two statues on the altar.

Goddess Nuwa.

The Supreme Sage.

These two statues are the most revered figures on the entire altar.

One is the creator of humanity, and the other is the preacher of humanity's path of cultivation.

Without them, there would be no human race, let alone the prosperity and flourishing of the human race today.

The humans outside the temple held their breath, awaiting the response from the last two beings.

They didn't have to wait long.

The two statues trembled almost simultaneously.

First is the statue of the goddess Nuwa.

Sparks of light emerged from the statue, converging in the void to form a figure.

She was surrounded by a vast purple aura, a mark of a saint.

A vast expanse of purple mist spread out from the temple in all directions.

Wherever it goes, flowers bloom, birds sing, and beasts prostrate themselves.

That was the aura of a sage. Although it was just an illusion, the oppressive feeling emanating from the Great Dao filled every living being present with deep awe.

The phantom of the goddess Nuwa hovered above the altar, her gaze fixed on Fuxi.

Her eyes were filled with satisfaction and pride.

Fuxi is finally about to attain enlightenment and become the Human Emperor.

"Fuxi," Nuwa spoke, her voice resounding throughout heaven and earth.