Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Shouyang Mountain, in front of the Bajing Palace.

In the quiet Jade Square, a boastful voice suddenly rang out, causing even the blue ox lying under the tree to turn its head.

"Xuan Du, let's fight three hundred rounds!"

At the same time, Huanglong and Duobao appeared in front of the Bajing Palace.

Huanglong did not choose to land directly in the ancestral land of the human race, but instead came to Shouyang Mountain to play chess with Xuandu.

"Junior brother, you still have the leisure to play chess with Xuandu?" Duobao said anxiously.

"Don't rush to see Lieshan yet, observe for a while first," Huanglong comforted Duobao as he sat down on the chessboard and urged Xuandu in the herb field.

"Xuan Du, hurry up, I've just figured out a wonderful technique."

Xuan Du, standing in the herb field, helplessly patted off imaginary dust from his body and approached Huang Long.

"Senior brother, this is a promise, no backing out!"

As Xuandu spoke, he sat down opposite Huanglong, and their black and white chess pieces began to fight.

Inside the Ancestral Temple of the human race, Lieshan was processing a series of briefings coming from all over the human race.

His face was handsome, and his brows exuded a heroic air, making him look remarkably similar to the former Hongyun.

His cultivation was indeed quite high; the Daoist aura of a Taiyi Golden Immortal flowed around him. Although he was far from reaching his peak, he was already a top-tier existence among humans.

While Huanglong was playing chess with Xuandu, he spared a sliver of his mind to quietly observe Lieshan's every move!

He wasn't in a hurry to show himself, but instead stayed on Shouyang Mountain, quietly observing, needing to gain a thorough understanding of Lieshan.

One month.

One year.

ten years.

......

Time passed quietly as he observed, and Huanglong never went to the human race, but silently watched Lieshan's daily life.

He watched Lieshan handle the affairs of the human race, both big and small, and he negotiated with the leaders of various tribes. He watched him cultivate and comprehend the Dao, and he observed his every word and action.

Although Duobao was anxious, he did not urge him, because he knew that Huanglong must have his reasons for doing so.

A century later, Huanglong looked at the chess game before him, which he could no longer win against. He threw the chess piece in his hand onto the chessboard, then clapped his hands and stood up.

His gaze fell upon the ancestral land of the human race outside Shouyang Mountain, and upon Lieshan, who was already half a sovereign.

"How is it?" Duobao asked anxiously when he saw Huanglong make a move.

Huang Long didn't answer directly, but pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: "Senior Brother Duobao, you said that Lieshan hasn't made any great contributions to the human race. Do you know why he hasn't?"

Duobao was taken aback, thought for a moment, and said, "Because Fuxi did too much. The system is perfect and the territory is stable, so Lieshan can't find room for innovation."

Huang Long shook his head: "That's just the surface reason."

"What is the underlying reason?"

Huanglong turned to look at Duobao, his gaze profound: "Because he doesn't understand the human race at all."

Duobao frowned deeply: "What do you mean? Lieshan grew up in the ancestral land of the human race and has handled human affairs for many years. How could he not understand the human race?"

Huang Long sighed softly: "When I say 'understanding,' I don't mean he knows how many Golden Immortals or Taiyi cultivators there are in the human race, or that he knows about the human tribes within this vast area of ​​the ancestral land."

"It refers not to whether he truly understands the living conditions of ordinary humans, those struggling to survive in the lowest-ranking tribes!"

What do they face every day?

What is their greatest fear?

"What are their most pressing needs?"

Duobao fell silent.

"Since his birth, Lieshan has been taken to the ancestral land of the human race and raised to be the next human emperor. He eats the best spiritual fruits, wears the best robes, uses the best resources for cultivation, is taught the way to govern the human race by the sovereign, and even has you, a saint, as his personal teacher."

Huang Long spoke slowly and deliberately, "He is indeed favored by the human race, his cultivation is rapid, and his ability to handle affairs is not bad. But he has never truly come into contact with ordinary humans, and has never known what countless ordinary humans need on this vast land."

"When he looks at humanity, he stands at the highest point, seeing the best side of humanity. How much do ordinary tribes of humans have to pay for a single spirit fruit or a piece of beast meat?"

"How can such a person lead billions of people? How can he bring benefits to humanity?"

Duobao was stunned.

He carefully recalled Lieshan's actions over the years and found that Huanglong was absolutely right.

Lieshan always acts according to "how it should be," rather than "how he wants to be."

He governed the human race according to the rules and framework left by Fuxi, rather than based on what the human race needed.

"So..." Duobao said thoughtfully.

"Therefore, he needs to experience it firsthand," Huang Long said firmly. "Go to different tribes, live as an ordinary human being, understand their suffering, and know their needs. Only in this way can he truly understand what he should do and find his own path to becoming the Human Emperor."

Duobao looked down at the ancestral land of the human race below the mountain and nodded emphatically: "I understand."

"Let's go." Huang Long took a step forward, his figure appearing in the void as he walked towards the ancestral hall.

Duobao and Xuandu followed closely behind.

Inside the ancestral hall, Lieshan was cultivating and comprehending the Dao when he suddenly opened his eyes and saw three figures appear in the hall.

The man in front of him was dressed in a light yellow Taoist robe. He had a handsome face and a Taoist aura that flowed around him. His aura was unfathomable and gave him a sense of familiarity, but he knew that he had never seen this man before.

He recognized the two people behind him: one was his teacher, Daoist Duobao, and the other was the human race's Ancestor Xuandu!

Lieshan quickly stood up and bowed respectfully, saying, "Teacher." He then looked at Huanglong, his eyes filled with curiosity and doubt, "Who is this...?"

Duobao introduced, "Lieshan, this is the Uncle Huanglong I mentioned to you. He is a direct disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun and a Quasi-Saint. The totem dragon enshrined in the temple is him."

Lie Shan shuddered, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

The dragon totem in the temple is one of the oldest beliefs of humankind!

Legend has it that the dragon has protected humanity since the time humans were created by the Holy Mother, witnessing humanity's rise from humble beginnings to its peak over countless years.

Countless humans held the dragon in high esteem and worship.

He also worshipped the dragon statue in the temple, and every time he looked up at it, he felt a strange sense of intimacy.

Seeing the totem in person now, the sense of familiarity was even stronger, as if there was some special connection between them.

"Ancestor of the Totem!" Lieshan's voice trembled with excitement as he bowed deeply. "Lieshan of the Human Race pays respects to the Ancestor!"

Huang Long smiled slightly and raised his hand in a gesture of support: "No need for such formalities."

Lieshan straightened up, staring intently at Huanglong, the sense of familiarity in his heart growing stronger.