Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Little sister...!" Fuxi's body trembled slightly, and his voice was extremely weak.

"You have expanded the territory for humankind, educated the people, established civilization, and evolved the Eight Trigrams. I have seen your efforts and achievements." Nuwa's voice carried a hint of satisfaction.

"Today, you have finally forged your own path."

Fuxi's eyes reddened.

Before the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, Nuwa had advised him to leave the demon race, promising to protect him. But...!

"Fuxi should be the human emperor."

Six words, uttered from Nuwa's mouth, resounded throughout heaven and earth.

The billions of people were extremely excited when they heard this voice.

The Virgin Mary approved.

Nuwa, the goddess who created humankind, recognized Fuxi as the human emperor.

The voice of the Goddess Nuwa still echoed between heaven and earth, and the statue of the Sage Taiqing also began to tremble.

Sparks of spiritual light emerged from the statue of the Sage of Taiqing, coalescing into a figure in the void.

His body was also surrounded by a vast purple aura, a mark of a sage and an embodiment of the Dao.

However, unlike the purple aura of the Goddess Nuwa, the purple aura of the Sage Taiqing is more restrained and deeper.

It is neither ostentatious nor boastful; it simply exists quietly, yet it allows countless living beings to know the nobility of this purple aura.

The phantom of the Supreme Saint floated above the temple, expressionless, his gaze calm and undisturbed.

He looked at Fuxi and remained silent for a moment.

At that moment, the whole world fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the Supreme Sage to speak.

"Fuxi." The Sage Taiqing finally spoke, his voice calm and without ripples, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Your disciple is here," Fuxi replied respectfully.

"You led the human race to stand at the pinnacle of all races, created the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era, and deduced all things; you participated in the restoration of the stars and laid the foundation for the primordial world; you participated in the establishment of the four seasons and established order for all things."

Fuxi's eyes reddened again.

The illusory figure of the Supreme Saint nodded slightly. Although there was no smile, the slight nod was a great sign of approval.

"Fuxi should be the human emperor."

These six words, spoken by the Sage of Taiqing, were not loud, yet they resonated like a great bell, echoing between heaven and earth, and reverberating in the hearts of everyone.

Countless humans knelt in worship once again.

"The Supreme Sage has given his approval!"

"Both sages have given their approval!"

"Fuxi, the supreme ruler, is the Human Emperor! The Emperor of the human race!"

Cheers, cries, and kowtows blended together, creating a deafening roar.

After the two saints gave their approval, the strange phenomena on the altar gradually subsided.

But the real recognition is not over yet.

Or rather, true recognition has only just begun.

From the outskirts of human territory hundreds of millions of miles away to the ancestral temple in the ancestral homeland of humankind, every human being was watching the figure of Fuxi.

The figure appeared in the sky above each tribe and in the eyes of everyone through the projection of the Kongtong Seal.

They saw Fuxi, heard the approval of their ancestors, the approval of the totem, and the approval of the sage.

Now, it's their turn.

It is unknown which tribe or which person spoke first, but once the first person shouted the words "Human Emperor," those two words spread like wildfire throughout all the human tribes.

"The Human Emperor!"

"The Human Emperor!"

"The Human Emperor!"

The voices of billions of people merged into one, resounding from every corner of the world, converging into a deafening roar.

Those voices contained a kind of power.

That's not magic, not spiritual power, but a more primal, purer force... the human heart.

The thoughts of hundreds of millions of people converged at the same moment, transforming into an invisible torrent that surged from all directions toward the ancestral land, toward the altar, and toward Fuxi.

Fuxi closed his eyes, sensing the power of his thoughts.

That is the trust of hundreds of millions of people, the hope of hundreds of millions of people, and the entrustment of hundreds of millions of people.

They placed their hopes on him, placed their trust in him, and tied their fates closely to his.

They believed that Fuxi could lead humanity to an even stronger future.

This trust is more precious than any magic weapon; this reliance is more powerful than any force.

Fuxi opened his eyes and looked at the people of his tribe kneeling on the ground outside the temple, at their tearful faces, and at their expectant eyes.

He knew that the future of humanity rested on his shoulders.

He was not only Fuxi, he was the Human Emperor.

It is the representative of the human race, the symbol of the human race, and the hope of hundreds of millions of people.

He cannot let them down.

Never.

He will always protect the human race.

Fuxi raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The Eight Trigrams behind him began to rotate slowly at that moment.

The Eight Trigrams absorb all the Daoist principles, extraordinary phenomena, and merits of heaven and earth.

Those Daoist principles are the subtlety of Yin and Yang, the rhythm of the four seasons, and the vastness of the stars.

Those extraordinary phenomena are the approval of our ancestors, the approval of the totem, and the approval of the sage.

Those merits are rewards bestowed by Heaven, and affirmation of his achievements by Heaven and Earth.

The Bagua diagram absorbs all of these and then begins to contract inward.

The eight trigrams converge from the periphery to the center, while the yin-yang symbol spreads outward from the center. The two meet, intertwine, and merge along the way.

The eight trigrams are no longer separate, and yin and yang are no longer distinct. Everything is merging, and everything is changing.

Ultimately, all the light, all the Daoist principles, all the extraordinary phenomena, and all the merits condensed into a tiny point of light.

The point of light hovered above Fuxi's head, radiating the light of the Great Dao.

Dao Guo.

Fuxi's Dao fruit finally ripened.

The point of light slowly descended and disappeared into the top of Fuxi's head, merging into the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams.

At that moment, Fuxi's aura underwent a qualitative leap.

He crossed that threshold.

Early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Quasi-Saint means approaching a saint, signifying an extremely high level of control over the laws of heaven and earth.

Although they are still worlds apart from true saints, quasi-saints still have the word "saint" in their title.

At the moment of his breakthrough, Fuxi's aura spread outwards from the altar in all directions like a volcanic eruption.

That aura contained the profoundness of Yin and Yang, the rhythm of the four seasons, the vastness of the stars, the mystery of heaven, and the weight of human destiny.

It traversed the ancestral land, passed through Shouyang Mountain, and crossed the primordial wilderness, reaching the senses of every living being.

Quasi-Saint.

Another Christmas baby is born.

Moreover, this Fuxi was not an ordinary quasi-sage; he was the Human Emperor, the Human Emperor who evolved the Great Dao of the Eight Trigrams.

The many quasi-saints who were paying attention to this were not particularly surprised.

After all, Fuxi's previous life was the most outstanding innate saint in the prehistoric world. Whether in terms of background or cultivation of the Great Dao, he had reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint level, and was only one strand of Primordial Purple Qi away from becoming a Saint.

It's not unacceptable that he could be reincarnated and cultivate again to become a Quasi-Saint.

As the strange phenomena dissipated, just as the many powerful beings were about to withdraw their gaze...

Above Shouyang Mountain, the world changed again, the void cracked open, and faint purple light overflowed from it.

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