Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Above the sky, a vast expanse of purple mist cascaded down like a waterfall.

Within the purple aura, several figures slowly emerged.

Those who lead the way are the teachers of the Emperor.

The first disciple of the Human Teachings, a near-saint with great power, held high the decree of the sage, his body radiating Taoist aura.

To the left of Xuandu, Huanglong stands with his hands behind his back.

Wearing a dark yellow Taoist robe and a star-studded hairpin, his quasi-saint aura was so concealed that it was almost invisible.

Zi Ling followed closely behind him, her purple eyes curiously observing the humans below.

On the right side of Xuandu, Duobao's rounded figure appeared even more composed amidst the purple aura.

His appearance caused Fuxi below to twitch his brow slightly. Had the chief disciple of the Jie Sect also arrived?

Behind the four, the blue ox strolled along, its hooves rising in auspicious clouds amidst the purple mist.

The purple aura parted to both sides like a tide, revealing the full appearance of the guests.

Xuan Du raised the imperial edict high, its voice like a great bell, resounding throughout all the tribes of the human race.

"By the holy decree of the Supreme Saint Taiqing, the leader of the Human Religion, and the Holy Mother of Humanity, Nuwa."

Each word seemed to materialize, landing on the heads of every human below.

That was the oppressive power of the sage's decree, a direct manifestation of the laws of the Great Dao.

The elders of the human race knelt down one after another. The lower the cultivation level of the human race, the less affected they were. Instead, they looked up and stared directly at the decree.

"Fuxi reigned as the Human Emperor for ten thousand years, achieving perfect merit, and became the Heavenly Emperor of the human race!"

"I shall enter the Fiery Cloud Cave, suppress the destiny of the human race, and protect the human race for eternity!"

As the last word fell, the decree in Xuandu's hand suddenly slipped from his palm.

The decree unfolded in the air, instantly transforming into a golden bridge spanning heaven and earth.

The bridge was formed from pure law power, extending from the ancestral land of humanity into the boundless void. Wherever it passed, the void opened up, revealing a path leading to the unknown.

Huanglong looked towards the golden bridge.

Looking into the distance, his gaze pierced through layers of emptiness, and at the end of the bridge, he saw a hidden paradise.

That grotto-heaven stands independently outside the primordial world, forming its own little world.

It boasts mountains, rivers, blue skies, and white clouds, and is full of spiritual energy, almost comparable to Shouyang Mountain.

The outline of the grotto-heaven vaguely resembles a lotus platform. Each "lotus petal" is an independent spiritual vein, and the twelve lotus petals are the twelve innate spiritual veins, which together support the operation of this grotto-heaven.

The outer perimeter of the grotto-heaven is shrouded in a golden barrier, laid down by the sage himself, separating the grotto-heaven from the primordial wilderness.

Huanglong recognized the predecessor of that cave heaven with just one glance.

Fire Cloud Cave.

The former Taoist temple of the Hongyun Patriarch.

Now, under the boundless power of the sage, it has become a world of its own.

It both protects that world and means that one cannot enter or leave at will.

At the entrance to the grotto, the golden barrier rippled gently like water.

Fuxi had clearly also discerned the depth of the Fire Cloud Cave.

He stood before the temple, his imperial robes fluttering, and his aura as a near-saint suddenly surged.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Xuan Du, who stood tall amidst the purple aura.

Those eyes were now filled with disbelief.

Xuandu met Fuxi's eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Xuan Du only found out at this moment.

After Fuxi abdicated as the Human Emperor, he went to such a world.

Xuandu subconsciously looked at Huanglong.

The leader of the cult's first disciple's throat bobbed slightly.

"Senior brother..." Xuandu spoke, his voice extremely low.

Huanglong turned his head to meet Xuandu's gaze.

Huang Long remained silent.

He simply reached out and gently patted Xuan Du's shoulder.

The force of the hand landing was very light, yet it gradually stabilized Xuan Du's trembling body.

"Xuan Du," Huang Long's voice was steady and calm, "Your Grandmaster Uncle and Goddess Nuwa have their own considerations!"

Then Huanglong withdrew his hand, turned around, and faced Fuxi.

Fuxi stood before the temple.

The twelve symbols on the imperial robe shimmered in the sunlight, while the jade beads hanging from the twelve-tassel crown obscured half of his face, swaying gently in the wind and making a soft clinking sound.

The aura surrounding this human emperor was like a volcano about to erupt, which was forcibly suppressed into the ground. The pressure of a sub-saint was enough to make the great Luo Golden Immortals present prostrate on the ground.

Huang Long looked at him without saying a word.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

One is the once mighty demon king Xi Huang, who was reincarnated as a human and became a sub-sage who attained the position of human emperor; the other is the only quasi-sage disciple of the Chan Sect, the Ziwei Emperor who rules over all the stars in the heavens, and also the senior uncle who watched Fuxi grow step by step.

Huanglong spoke.

"Fuxi".

He was addressed by his given name. There was no "Human Emperor" or "Heavenly Emperor," only Fuxi.

"It's time to go!"

Three words, light and airy, yet they lingered in the air above the temple for a long time.

Fuxi's deep eyes narrowed slightly.

He saw no sympathy, pity, or indifference in Huanglong's eyes.

Finally, Fuxi shifted his gaze from Huanglong to Xuandu beside him.

"Fuxi obeys the sage's will."

Clean and efficient.

He turned around and his gaze fell on Lieshan.

This human elder, who had shouldered the responsibility for the survival of humanity during its most difficult period, looked at Fuxi with some doubt.

He was unaware that after Fuxi abdicated the throne, he could no longer easily appear among the human race.

"Lieshan," Fuxi's voice was calm, "I entrust the protection of humanity to you."

Lieshan nodded solemnly.

He knelt on one knee, his fist pressed against his heart, his voice hoarse but firm: "Rest assured, Your Majesty. Lieshan swears to protect humanity with his life."

Fuxi reached out and patted Lieshan on the shoulder.

The palm strike landed exactly like the movement Huanglong had made when he patted Xuandu's shoulder earlier.

He didn't say anything more, but just took one last look at Lieshan!

Then, Fuxi raised his head and looked around at the human race present.

The elders in front of the temple, the warriors of various tribes, and the tribesmen on the city wall not far away, craning their necks to look ahead, are the backbone of the human race, the core group that, together with Fuxi, developed and strengthened the human race.

"We are willing to follow the Human Emperor into the Fire Cloud Cave!" As Fuxi's gaze swept over them, these humans shouted in unison.

The other humans were not surprised by this. They did not know where Fuxi was going, nor did they know that for these people who followed Fuxi, returning to the human race would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Faced with the calls of these humans to follow, Fuxi revealed a smile.

Fuxi turned around and faced the golden bridge.

At the end of the bridge, the Fire Cloud Cave floats silently in the void, its twelve lotus-petal-like spiritual veins radiating a soft light.

At the entrance to the grotto, a faintly visible golden gate slowly opened.

Fuxi took a deep breath.

He stepped onto the golden bridge.

A vast aura emanated from him, and the Daoist charm of a sub-sage was as deep and boundless as the sea, enveloping the hundreds of people behind him.

Then, Fuxi waved his hand again, bringing millions of ordinary humans into his sleeve.

He nodded slightly to Huanglong and Xuandu, then walked straight towards the end of the golden bridge.

The hem of the imperial robe fluttered in the wind as he walked further and further away, higher and higher, until his figure gradually shrank into a tiny black dot on the golden bridge.

After the last group of followers disappeared at the end of the golden bridge, the golden bridge began to slowly shrink.

The bridge of light receded like a tide, dissipating from the other end into countless golden specks of light, like countless extinguished lamps.

The golden gate of the Fire Cloud Cave closed silently, the twelve lotus petal spiritual veins trembled slightly, and the entire cave slowly disappeared into the void.

Huoyun Cave is closed.

Fuxi's aura has vanished!

The purple aura gradually dissipated above the ancestral land of the human race.

In the square, Lieshan stood where Fuxi had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time.

The safety of hundreds of millions of people now rests on the shoulders of this newly ascended Great Golden Immortal.