Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Before Huang Long could speak, Xuan Du's voice came from inside the hall: "Senior Brother Duobao, please make yourself at home. My Nine-Turn Golden Elixir is at a critical moment, so it is inconvenient for me to welcome you. Please don't take offense, Senior Brother."

Duobao smiled and said, "Junior Brother, you're too kind." He turned to look at Huanglong's clone, his expression becoming solemn. "Junior Brother Huanglong, I've brought Lieshan here today to ask you and Senior Brother Xuandu to be our witnesses."

Huanglong's clone glanced at Lieshan.

The prodigy from thousands of years ago now looks completely different.

They are completely different, inside and out.

When he was sealed away by the Yellow Dragon thousands of years ago, his eyes were filled with trepidation and confusion.

At this moment, his gaze was calm, reserved, and resolute, seemingly serene, yet containing immense power within.

"Peak of Taiyi realm, profound merit, solid foundation." The Yellow Dragon clone nodded, his tone full of approval. "Those herbs you ate were not in vain."

Lieshan bowed deeply, his voice steady: "Thank you for your guidance back then, Ancestor. If it weren't for your guidance, I would still be unaware of the suffering of the human race."

Huanglong's clone waved his hand and laughed, "No need to thank me. Your success today proves that you have the human race at heart."

Duobao couldn't hold back any longer and gave Lieshan a look.

Lieshan understood immediately, "Ancestor, please look!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and stacks of thick animal hides appeared out of thin air, neatly arranged on the Jade Square.

The animal hides were layered upon layered, almost covering half of the Jade Square. Each hide was densely covered with herbal illustrations and descriptions of their uses and taboos.

"Junior Brother Huanglong, look!" Duobao pointed to the mountain of animal hides, his voice excited. "This is the pharmacopoeia that Lieshan compiled after thousands of years of trekking, his footprints covering most of the human territory, personally tasting hundreds of millions of herbs. He saved countless lives with this pharmacopoeia, his merits are profound, and he is the heart of the people."

"Now that his cultivation has reached its peak, he has brought blessings to humanity and won the hearts of the people, making him qualified to ascend to the throne of the Human Emperor!"

Huanglong's clone looked at Duobao, who had a confident expression, but did not answer immediately.

With a thought, the animal hides scattered on the ground floated up out of thin air and drifted past him one by one.

After a long while, when he finished looking at the last piece of animal skin, Huanglong raised his head and looked at Lieshan.

"Lieshan, I have one more question for you."

Lieshan's expression was solemn. He bowed respectfully to Huanglong and said, "Please speak, Ancestor."

"How do you think your achievements for the human race compare to those of the Human Emperor Fuxi?"

Lieshan paused slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then said earnestly, "The Human Emperor Fuxi developed the Eight Trigrams, established human relations, and created writing, laying the foundation for the human race for ten thousand generations. My humble contribution of tasting herbs is not worthy of comparison with the Human Emperor Fuxi."

The Yellow Dragon clone shook his head: "I'm not asking you 'whether you dare to compete,' I'm asking you 'how you will compete.' Tell me, what are the differences between your achievements and Fuxi's achievements? Which is greater and which is less?"

After a long silence, Lieshan slowly said, "The achievements of Emperor Fuxi were to create something from nothing, laying the foundation for civilization for the human race. My achievements... are not even a fraction of those of Emperor Fuxi."

"Then tell me, do you now possess the qualifications to claim the throne of the Human Emperor?"

Lieshan remained silent for a long time.

In his mind, scenes from the past thousand years flashed by like a revolving lantern: the faces that survived because of him, the tribesmen who smiled after learning to identify herbs, and the songs that sang his name.

He recalled the countless times he had felt smug in the dead of night, thinking he had accomplished something extraordinary and that he was getting closer and closer to the throne of the human emperor.

But at this moment, Huang Long's question was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly sobering him up.

He tasted hundreds of herbs, analyzed their medicinal properties, and used them to treat illnesses and save lives, indeed saving many people's lives.

But considering that Fuxi laid the foundation for all generations and pioneered civilization!

It's obvious which is bigger and which is smaller.

Lieshan took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was tinged with shame: "Ancestor, my achievements are nothing compared to those of Emperor Fuxi."

Huang Long looked at him, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"You don't need to belittle yourself," Huanglong said. "Fuxi's achievement was a pioneering achievement, the foundation for all generations; your achievement is a saving achievement, a nourishment of life. The two are not the same kind of achievement and cannot be simply compared in magnitude. But you need to understand one thing...!"

He paused, his expression grave, his gaze deep: "You are still far from the throne of the Human Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Duobao's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, while Lieshan remained silent.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Huang Long shook his head, raised his hand and waved it. A beam of light flew out and landed on his statue in the human temple, resonating with the totem statues worshipped in countless human tribes on the earth.

In an instant, screens of light appeared in front of the three people.

Within the light screen, the real scenes of thousands of human tribes appeared one by one.

Lieshan looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the light screen, one weak tribe after another appeared before him.

These tribes were not much different from the first human tribe he had ever encountered.

Located on barren land, it was surrounded by no abundant prey, no lush wild fruits, and even a few decent herbs.

He saw that the people of a tribe were emaciated from hunger, and several young children were huddled in a cave with their eyes closed and their lips cracked, clearly having not eaten for many days.

He witnessed an elderly man from a tribe choosing to starve to death in the dead of winter so as not to waste the tribe's last remaining food, and his tribesmen skillfully buried him.

He saw a warrior from a tribe, severely wounded, still desperately going out to hunt, simply because there was no more food in the tribe.

Every scene was like the most poisonous herb, corroding his body.

For thousands of years, he had traversed most of the human territory and witnessed countless hardships, believing that he had seen all the suffering of his people.

But at this moment, the countless manifestations of the human race's destiny by Huanglong showed him a cruel reality he had never encountered before...!

He seemed to have never truly seen those tribes that were truly weak, truly struggling, and truly on the verge of extinction.

he does not know.

He never knew that in a corner of the human land, so many people were struggling on the verge of starvation.

"Lieshan," Huanglong's voice rang out, calm and deep, "Did you see it?"

Lieshan's lips trembled, his voice hoarse: "I saw it..."

What you see is just the tip of the iceberg.

Huanglong's clone waved his hand to disperse the void light barrier, then turned to look at Lieshan, his gaze piercing. "Your human land has countless tribes like this. They lack strong combat power, are unable to hunt ferocious beasts, and have a scarcity of prey on a daily basis."

"Whenever winter comes, the weather is freezing cold and prey is scarce. Countless ordinary people in the tribe struggle on the edge of hunger, and some even starve to death. In order to continue the bloodline of the tribe, they have to sacrifice some of their people in exchange for the survival of the tribe."

"This is not an isolated case; it is the experience that humanity has accumulated in adapting to this land!"