Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Lieshan was shocked after hearing Huanglong's words.

He recalled that he had also encountered harsh winters in some tribes, and that some tribes had not been able to hunt enough prey for a long time.

Back then, the elders in the tribe would quietly reduce their own food intake, giving the food to the warriors and women.

He initially thought it was a rare phenomenon, a special case in certain regions and tribes.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be a widespread suffering across the entire human race.

"You have indeed made great contributions to humanity by tasting hundreds of herbs, identifying their medicinal properties, treating diseases, detoxifying, and healing wounds," Huang Long continued. "But have you ever considered that the number of people who die from injury, poisoning, or illness on this land far exceeds the number who starve to death?"

Lieshan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"The most serious problem for humanity is not injury or disease, but food," Huang Long said, his tone softening slightly. "Injury and disease are only part of survival. What's more terrifying than injury and disease is hunger."

"If you cannot solve this problem, you are not qualified to be the Human Emperor."

Lieshan's tears finally welled up and spilled out.

It wasn't out of shame or self-blame, but because he finally understood what Huanglong meant.

The path of a human emperor is more than just healing the sick and saving lives. The responsibilities of a human emperor are more than just patching up the leaks and filling in the gaps.

A true ruler must establish a foundation of lasting prosperity for his people and be able to resolve the most fundamental, core, and fatal predicaments of his race.

Fuxi led the human race to conquer vast territories and guide them from barbarism to civilization—this was the first leap forward.

What Lieshan needs to do is not to make minor repairs on the foundation left by Fuxi, but to lead the human race to complete a second leap, so that all human beings will no longer suffer from hunger.

"Ancestor..." Lieshan's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse but firm, "Lieshan understands. The throne of the Human Emperor cannot be attained by simply healing the sick and saving lives. What I must do is not only cure the diseases of the human race, but also relieve their hunger and warm their hearts."

Huanglong looked at him and nodded slightly. Lieshan was indeed far inferior to Fuxi.

However, comparing their past lives, although Hongyun had many friends, she was always alone.

Fuxi was different; he was the Xihuang of the demon race, and his vision extended to the entire demon race, and even the primordial world.

Therefore, Lieshan can only see one side of the story and cannot fully understand all the difficulties faced by the human race.

That's why Huanglong had no choice but to point out the food shortage among the human race.

As long as Lieshan solves this problem, coupled with his achievement of tasting hundreds of herbs, becoming the Human Emperor is a foregone conclusion.

"good."

Huang Long raised his hand and waved it at the pile of animal hide pharmacopoeias that filled the hall.

An invisible force swept by, and the mountain of animal hides instantly turned into dust, scattering into the void.

Lieshan was stunned, and Duobao was stunned too.

"Junior Brother Huanglong, what's wrong with you...?" Duobao asked urgently.

Huanglong ignored Duobao and looked at Lieshan: "Lieshan, do you know why I want to destroy your thousands of years of hard work?"

Lieshan stared blankly at the animal hides that had turned to dust, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

Those animal hides are a testament to his thousands of years of hard work, the result of his countless struggles on the brink of life and death, and the legacy he left for humanity.

But he quickly calmed down.

Because he knew that Huanglong wouldn't destroy these things for no reason.

"Please enlighten me, Ancestor," Lieshan said, bowing.

Huang Long smiled: "These things are just your notes, your pharmacopoeia, not the human race's pharmacopoeia. Think about it, how long can these animal hides be preserved? Ten years? A hundred years? A thousand years? Even if they can be preserved for a thousand years, how many times can they be read? Can those tribes without a written language understand what you've written? How many generations can the herbal knowledge they remember be passed down?"

Lieshan was struck dumb, and suddenly realized the truth.

Yes.

Animal hides will eventually rot, writing will eventually be forgotten, and the knowledge he personally imparted will eventually dissipate as a generation grows old.

What he needed to leave behind was not a pile of fragile animal hides, but something that could permanently pass on the human race's medical knowledge.

A magical treasure.

A spiritual treasure that can be passed down autonomously and will never be forgotten.

"Does the Ancestor intend to refine a spiritual treasure?" Lieshan asked.

The Yellow Dragon clone nodded: "You have already comprehended the nature of all medicines, and your understanding of the Dao of Medicine has reached a state of perfection. However, you lack a vessel that can solidify, pass on, and promote this knowledge. Today, I will refine this spiritual treasure for you, to solidify the complete Dao of Medicine for the human race."

With a wave of his hand, countless rare spiritual materials surged out from the void and floated in mid-air: Heavenly Profound Warm Jade, Nine Yang Crimson Gold, Profound Ice Cold Iron, Essence of the Origin Earth Vein, Seven-Colored Spiritual Silk... Each one was a rare treasure, radiating various colors of spiritual light.

Duobao stared wide-eyed.

Although his name is Duobao, compared to Huanglong, he can only have a small collection.

He wasn't lacking in these spiritual materials, but he couldn't bring himself to take them out so casually as Huang Long.

Any one of these spiritual materials, along with many auxiliary materials, is enough to forge an acquired spiritual treasure. Huang Long actually took out dozens of them in one go!

With a thought, Huang Long conjured a flame out of thin air.

The flames did not exhibit any special phenomena, but their temperature was high enough to melt all things without harming the essence of the spiritual materials.

One by one, the spiritual materials were thrown into the flames, and under the tempering of the void fire, they slowly melted and turned into clumps of liquid spiritual light.

Huanglong used his divine sense to manipulate these liquid spiritual lights together, gradually condensing them into the shape of a book.

After the book took shape, Huanglong looked back and saw the animal hides he had turned to dust reappear, each one merging into the spiritual treasure he was refining.

The medicinal traditions recorded in Lieshan are being re-engraved with a powerful force.

Each page of the book corresponds to a piece of animal hide, and to the shape of several herbs contained within it.

At the same time, the characteristics, effects, uses, and contraindications of each herb are transformed into mysterious Daoist patterns and engraved on the pages of the book.

Those Dao patterns are not simple characters, but runes that contain the rules of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Looking at the Great Dao characters above, Huang Long suddenly realized that only a very small portion of the human race could understand these characters.

He beckoned again, drawing upon the aura of humanity from his own statue in the ancestral land of humanity, and merging it into the statue.

Humans who have been blessed by the human race's fortune can directly "see" the shape, medicinal properties, and usage of herbs in their sea of ​​consciousness by simply sensing this book with their hearts. They do not need to know how to read or comprehend anything; everything is clear at a glance.

Lieshan stood aside, watching Huanglong refine the spiritual treasure, his heart filled with immense shock.

He hadn't expected that Huanglong was not only highly skilled in Taoism, but also a master at crafting spiritual treasures, able to create one with a wave of his hand.

Moreover, Huanglong reorganized his records of the principles of herbal medicine. At this moment, the Dao patterns flowed on the pages of the book, like living things, echoing each other and forming a complete system.

It was no longer a jumbled collection of herbal knowledge, but an organic whole, a true encyclopedia of herbs.