Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Shennong's voice, like a hurricane, stirred up a tidal wave in the hearts of billions of people.

Those humans who looked at Shennong's majestic figure suddenly felt a warmth in their chests, as if something flowed into their blood along with the voice of their sovereign.

Huanglong and his two companions followed Shennong to one tribe after another, watching how the small scale of balance gradually became integrated into the daily lives of the human race.

At first, some people found it troublesome, looking at the new scale from left to right and feeling uncomfortable. But once they got used to it, they found that exchanging a wild boar for a few bushels of millet no longer required weighing it with their bare hands; a simple hook, a level scale, and everything was clear. Those with straightforward personalities no longer suffered in silence, and those who tried to take advantage of loopholes could no longer do so.

When all humankind on this land recognized the existence of the weighing scale, its use became an indispensable tool for weighing and trading goods.

Meanwhile, Shennong, the supreme ruler of the human race, returned to the mountains and forests, seemingly hoping to find a staple food for the human race once again.

On this day, the sky suddenly brightened.

Auspicious clouds surged in from all directions, golden and layered, like countless bronze mirrors stacked together reflecting the sunlight.

The golden clouds grew thicker and thicker, pressing down lower and lower, until finally, with a thunderous roar, a golden waterfall cascaded down from the gaps in the clouds!

Merit!

The immense merits poured down like a celestial river, directly onto Shennong's head.

Within the golden light, the patterns of the laws of heaven and earth were faintly visible, and every Daoist script was chanting. It was the joyful sound of heaven and earth becoming more perfect because Shennong opened up the market and created the scales of balance.

Shennong had a sudden thought and brought out the scales he had personally crafted.

The steelyard is straight, with a weight at one end that seems to weigh a thousand pounds, and an iron hook at the other end that seems capable of lifting everything, suspending the cascading scriptures of merit on the iron hook.

As the weight slid, it was gradually bathed in golden light...!

The scales, which were not even originally a postnatal spiritual treasure, were transformed into a low-grade merit spiritual treasure under the influence of this merit.

Huanglong, Xuandu, and Duobao, having accompanied each other along the way, naturally received some enlightenment and also shared in the merits.

Three beams of golden light, representing merit, flew towards the three of them.

Huang Long grasped the golden light of merit that had fallen into his hand, twirled it between his fingers, and suddenly grinned.

"good! "

Then, with a flick of his finger, the merit merged into the merit hanging on the golden hook of the scale.

Seeing this, Xuandu flicked his sleeve and pushed the merit into the scales intact.

Duobao paused for a moment, then smiled and put away his share of merit.

After the two streams of merit merged, the iron hook of the balance scale drooped slightly, while the weight on the other end tilted upwards and then slowly moved backwards, restoring balance once again.

Shennong himself stood beneath the golden waterfall, his entire body drenched in merit.

His eyes were slightly closed, and the voices of billions of humans resounded in his soul.

Among the thousands of human tribes, countless mortals who simultaneously looked up at the golden clouds of merit on the horizon, at that moment, all uttered the name "Human Emperor" in their hearts.

A million thoughts converged into a single line, traversing endless space, and settled between his brows.

Shennong suddenly opened his eyes.

For the first time, he truly "heard" the weight of the words "Emperor".

That's not just a title; it's the heart that beats simultaneously in the chests of billions of people. He did something useful for them, so they cherish him in their hearts.

This is precisely the true foundation of the way of the Human Emperor.

He reached out and caught the slowly descending scale.

The scale felt warm and heavy to the touch!

The golden clouds of merit have dispersed, and the sky has returned to its clear and bright state.

Huang Long walked over and patted him on the shoulder, saying nothing, only gesturing towards the distance with his lips.

"It's not over yet."

So they continued on their journey.

This time, Huanglong no longer led Shennong to those prosperous large tribes, but instead went to the remote corners, choosing those small tribes hidden deep in the mountains and forests that no human cultivator had ever owned.

In these places, spiritual energy is scarce, and living beings are few, let alone cultivators with profound Taoist skills.

Shennong then realized something.

The places he had visited before all bore traces of human cultivators.

When cultivators change the weather and the seasons, can they know when to sow and when to reap?

But these tribes have never seen a human who can fly in their entire lives.

They cultivate the five grains entirely based on the experience passed down orally from generation to generation.

For example, rising temperatures or falling autumn leaves.

But these experiences are static; the weather is different every year, sometimes differing by ten days, sometimes by more than a month.

They didn't know why this year's harvest was so different from last year's, so they could only kneel before the simple temple and pray to the clay statues.

In one tribe, Shennong saw the entire tribe kneeling before the temple, offering sacrifices, and kowtowing repeatedly.

The old clan chief muttered to himself, "We planted our seeds around this time last year, and the harvest was good. We dare not delay this year, but the weather hasn't warmed up, and the clansmen are panicking. We beg the Holy Mother and our ancestors for a definite answer."

Shennong looked at the land beneath his feet; it was far from the season for sowing.

But this tribe of people couldn't wait any longer. They had already planted the seeds at this time last year, and if they waited any longer, they were afraid that the harvest would not be ready before the frost before winter.

Shennong ultimately did not stop it.

He stood on the mountaintop, watching the tribe bury millet seeds one by one into the cold soil.

I feel a tightness in my chest.

In the end, it was Huanglong who intervened and changed the weather in this area...!

After that, they visited dozens more such tribes. Shennong became more and more silent as he looked around, talking to Huanglong and the others.

I often sit alone on the mountaintop, gazing at the starry sky, lost in thought.

Huang Long and the other two were enjoying tea and playing chess nearby, without disturbing him.

Sometimes Duobao would try to say a few words of comfort, but Huanglong would stab him in the back with a glare.

Several years passed quickly, and they traversed a small portion of the human territory.

In his spare time, Huanglong took action to reconnect the tiny, broken veins beneath his feet, and that little bit of the source of creation was an extra gain.

When they saw that each tribe had a bountiful harvest, and the faces of the people were filled with the joy of the harvest.

Shennong suddenly stopped at the mountain peak, sat down cross-legged, and saw the sun, moon and stars turning in his eyes.

Xuandu and Duobao were unaware of the reason.

Only Huang Long could tell at a glance from his eyes that the mist in them had finally dissipated, revealing something else entirely.

A yellow dragon that was seen when Suirenshi drilled out the first cluster of flames, when Youchaoshi erected the first crossbeam, when Ziyishi sewed the first hemp garment, and when Fuxi evolved the Eight Trigrams.

With a wave of his hand, Huanglong set up a series of restrictions, enveloping Shennong within them.

The three of them then used their spiritual energy to create a pavilion nearby. Xuan Du skillfully took out the chessboard from his sleeve, and Huang Long brewed a cup of Enlightenment Tea for each of them. He took a sip himself and then leisurely picked up a chess piece and placed it on the board with a thud.

"Do you dare to give way to your senior brother's three sons?"