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I don't know how much time passed.

In the chaos, the figure in green slowly came to a stop.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the surging chaotic energy and falling into the distance.

There, a speck of dust floats in the endless void.

Purple mist swirled, golden light soared into the sky, and the radiance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared and disappeared.

flood.

Arrived.

Xuandu took a step forward and disappeared into that invisible barrier.

The void rippled silently.

next second.

flood.

On the shore of the East China Sea.

Above the sky, the void suddenly twisted.

A figure in green robes slowly stepped out from the twisted place and landed on the top of the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He lowered his eyes and looked down.

The Heavenly Stele remains, as majestic as ever.

The chaotic light gate still stood silently, beyond which lay the world of the Chaos Pearl.

Beside the gate of light, Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi sat cross-legged, their auras vast as the sea, their cultivation at the peak of Quasi-Saint level already perfected.

Business as usual.

But Xuandu was stunned.

Because he sensed it.

Two unfamiliar presences.

Two vast and profound auras, as deep as the ocean.

One path is like the sky, the other like the earth.

One is vigorous and unyielding, the other is virtuous and magnanimous.

That was the aura of a Heavenly Saint.

No.

It is not the way of Heaven.

It is humane.

It is the humanity that has never truly awakened, even though it has hundreds of millions of dollars.

Xuan Du's pupils contracted slightly, and his divine sense surged out like a tide, instantly enveloping the vast wilderness.

He saw it.

The human tribes are no longer as scattered and disorderly as they once were.

Cities rose up one after another, with streets paved with bluestone crisscrossing the landscape, wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, and the sounds of chickens and dogs echoing through the air.

Ordinary people farm, fish, and hunt, living in peace and contentment.

The cultivators went into seclusion to cultivate and protect the four directions.

Everything was in good order and thriving.

And those streams of fortune were rising from above the heads of countless humans, converging into rivers and surging towards two places.

One place, in Chendu.

One place is in Lishan.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly as his divine sense fell upon Chen Du.

There, a magnificent palace stands in the city, where thousands of people worship and incense burns brightly.

Inside the hall, a figure sat upright in the main seat.

The figure was dressed in black robes, wearing a crown, with a resolute face and deep eyes.

His aura was vast and boundless, vigorous and inexhaustible.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

Emperor.

Fuxi.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

Fuxi has returned to his rightful place.

His consciousness shifted again, landing on Lishan.

There, a simple palace stands atop the mountain, with people kneeling and bowing devoutly before it.

Inside the hall, a figure sat upright in the main seat.

The figure was dressed in hemp clothing, wore a straw hat, had a kind face, and pitying eyes.

His aura was as deep and heavy as the earth, embodying the virtue of bearing all things.

Peak Quasi-Saint.

Earthly Emperor.

Shennong.

Xuan Du's smile deepened.

Shennong has also returned to his rightful place.

He stood atop the Heavenly Stele, his gaze sweeping over the two palaces, over the long river where the human race's fortune converged, and over the figures of the two people.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

He went to Chaos.

Subdue the Taotie and break through the Nine Heavens.

It seems like only a few years have passed.

But in the primordial era, a thousand years had already passed.

Millennia.

Fuxi has returned to his position.

Shennong has returned to his rightful place.

The Heavenly Emperor and the Earthly Emperor have both been born.

And he almost missed it.

Xuan Du took a deep breath and gently shook his head.

That was close.

Fortunately, Xuanyuan has not yet returned to his position.

Fortunately, the Human Emperor has not yet appeared.

Fortunately, he made it in time.

If it had been any later, he would not have been present at the crucial moment of humanity's awakening.

If they had been a step later, the entire scheme planned by the multi-million dollar company would have been in vain.

If he had been any later, he would have missed the golden opportunity to restore humanity by taking advantage of the return of the Three Sovereigns to their rightful places.

That was close.

Xuan Du lowered his eyes and looked at the Chaos Pearl that was quietly floating in his palm.

On the surface of the pearl, a chaotic light flowed endlessly.

The Taotie was coiled in the center of the pearl, and the aura of the Nine Heavens had begun to stabilize.

Chaos, Qiongqi, and Taotie each occupy their respective places.

The four ferocious beasts are all in my grasp.

If he hadn't subdued the Taotie within the Chaos Pearl, and if the flow of time within the Chaos Pearl hadn't been ten thousand times faster than outside, this journey would likely have taken ten thousand years, not just a thousand.

Ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years later, let alone Xuanyuan, even the Five Emperors would probably have returned to their rightful places.

By then, humanity will have awakened, and the tide will have turned.

He could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

That was close.

Xuan Du withdrew his gaze and looked up in the direction of Chen Du.

There, Fuxi sat upright in the hall, his aura as vast as the heavens.

He sensed it.

That figure in green robes, that aura he had waited for for a thousand years.

Fuxi suddenly opened his eyes.

A light shimmered in those deep, star-like eyes.

"They're here."

He spoke in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

He stood up and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in black robes vanished from the hall in an instant.

Meanwhile, Lishan.

Shennong sat upright in the hall, his aura as vast as the earth.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in his gentle, watery eyes.

He sensed it too.

That figure in green.

That aura he had waited for for a thousand years.

Shennong stood up and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in hemp clothing vanished from the hall in an instant.

......

On the shore of the East China Sea.

The waves crashed against the shore, their sound like muffled thunder.

Since the martial arts were passed down in Xuandu, human cultivators have knelt and worshipped here every day.

Enlightenment, physical tempering, and mental refinement.

Of course, the rest of the human race who were not qualified entered the world.

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, thousands of guardians sat cross-legged, their auras like dragons, and the lowest among them were Golden Immortals.

They guarded the monument day and night, never leaving its side.

This monument is the foundation of the human race.

This stele represents the lineage left by our Master.

This stele is a sacred object in the hearts of billions of people throughout the primordial world.

At the summit of the Heavenly Stele.

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly materialized.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering slightly, and his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He lowered his eyes, looking down at the dark mass of heads below, at the thousands of figures sitting cross-legged, and at the soaring streams of blood and energy.

His gaze was calm as still water.

Since returning from chaos, he has seen Tongtian, been to the underworld, entered Mount Sumeru, subdued Taotie, and broken through the nine heavens.

In the vast wilderness, everything that could be done has been done.

Now, all that's left is to wait.

Waiting for the Investiture of the Gods to begin.

When the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were born.

People will awaken.

Waiting for the return of the sages of the earth.

But today, he came here not to wait.

It was for the purpose of meeting.

I met two people.

Two people who should be in the cycle of reincarnation, but appear here and now.

Xuan Du raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

There, the sky was clear and cloudless.

But his gaze pierced through the void and fell upon the depths of the East Sea.

The light fell upon the two figures walking from afar.

A blue robe and a linen garment.

One is as ethereal as a fairy, the other as simple as a farmer.

Both auras belonged to Quasi-Saints.

But beneath that quasi-saint lies something deeper, thicker, and more vast.

That is merit.

It is a meritorious act of humanity.

It is an unparalleled act of merit that is rarely seen even in a multi-million dollar event.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of relief.

"They're here."

The two words fell like a spring breeze.

Beneath the monument, thousands of guardians looked up in unison.

They sensed it.

In the distance, two auras were approaching from the depths of the East China Sea.

Getting closer.

It's getting clearer and clearer.

There was something in that aura that made their hearts tremble.

That was the aura of humans.

It is a resonance of shared roots and blood ties.