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A Taiyi Golden Immortal spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

"That is..."

"It's the aura of a human holy emperor!"

Another Great Immortal chimed in, his eyes filled with excitement.

"It's His Majesty Fuxi! It's His Majesty Shennong!"

As soon as the sound faded, a sudden uproar erupted beneath the Heavenly Stele.

Thousands of people guarding the monument stood up and looked into the distance.

In those eyes, there was reverence, fervor, and an unprecedented pride that hundreds of millions of yuan had never felt before.

Fuxi.

Emperor.

The first Holy Emperor of the human race.

He was originally a primordial deity, the elder brother of Nuwa, and a powerful being at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.

To become the Holy Emperor of the Human Race, he gave up everything, entered the cycle of reincarnation, and was reborn as a human.

Start from infancy, start from having no cultivation whatsoever.

We have come this far step by step.

Quasi-Saint.

His merits were fulfilled.

Shennong.

Earthly Emperor.

The second Holy Emperor of the human race.

He was originally an ordinary person from the Lieshan clan, with mediocre talent and ordinary background.

But he has a kind heart.

He tasted hundreds of herbs, taught people how to cultivate crops, cured hundreds of diseases, and detoxified all poisons.

He traveled throughout the wilderness, visiting every human tribe.

He tested poisons on himself and nearly lost his life dozens of times.

He risked his life to protect the people, and the billion-dollar fund never wavered.

His merit lies not in his cultivation or his background.

In the hearts of all people.

In the gratitude of hundreds of millions of people.

Within the very origin of humanity lies the purest power of will.

The two figures drew closer and closer.

He wore a blue robe and a hempen coat.

Walking side by side.

Fuxi had a slender face, with three long strands of beard flowing down his chest. His body was surrounded by a blue light, and the merits of humanity seemed to tangibly envelop him.

Shennong had a simple and honest face, a robust physique, and was surrounded by the fragrance of herbs. Wherever that fragrance passed, plants and trees sprouted and flowers bloomed.

The two stopped at the foot of the Heavenly Stele.

I looked up and gazed at the summit of the Heavenly Stele.

I looked toward the figure in green.

In those eyes, there was gratitude, respect, and above all, the unwavering commitment to the billion-dollar investment.

Fuxi bowed.

Shennong bowed.

The two men bowed in unison, their voices low and clear, yet reaching the ears of everyone present:

"Disciple Fuxi greets Master."

"Disciple Shennong greets Master."

As the voice faded, thousands of guardians of the monument knelt down beneath it.

That kneeling was not for Fuxi, nor for Shennong.

It was the figure in blue standing atop the Heavenly Stele.

It refers to the deputy leader of the Jie Sect who passed down martial arts, protected the human race, and enlightened the Holy Emperor.

It refers to that Primordial Great Luo who attained enlightenment in a century, mended the heavens, subdued the four great ferocious beasts, and broke through the nine heavens.

It was for the supreme master in their hearts.

Xuandu gazed at the two bowing figures below, and at the thousands of kneeling human cultivators.

His gaze was calm as still water.

He raised his hand and gently brushed it away.

A gentle force lifted Fuxi and Shennong up.

It also lifted up the thousands of people who guarded the monument.

Get up.

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

Fuxi straightened up and looked up at Xuandu.

In those eyes, there was gratitude, respect, and countless unspoken words from a billion-dollar sum.

Since he entered the cycle of reincarnation and was reborn as a human, he has accumulated tens of thousands of dollars in donations.

Start from infancy, start from having no cultivation whatsoever.

Take it one step at a time.

One calamity is equivalent to one era.

He experienced all the hardships of life and witnessed all aspects of human existence.

He traversed high mountains and great rivers, and crossed lakes and seas.

He has witnessed life and death, and experienced joy and sorrow.

He asked himself countless times: Was it worth it?

He gave up his status as a primordial deity, his peak quasi-saint cultivation, and his accumulated wealth of billions.

Let's start from the beginning.

Start from scratch.

From nothing.

does it worth?

Every time, the answer is the same.

worth it.

Because he is the Holy Emperor of the human race.

Because he was a pioneer of humanity.

Because he was a disciple enlightened by his master.

Because this road, though arduous, difficult, and fraught with peril, is one where one is on the verge of death.

But at the end, there is light.

It is the light of humanity's rise.

It is the light of humanity's awakening.

It is the light that balances the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

Fuxi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

"Master."

He spoke, his voice low and deep:

"This disciple has lived up to Master's expectations and has successfully ascended to the position of Emperor of the Human Race, thus achieving perfect merit."

"I have come today for one reason: to report back to my master."

"Secondly..."

He paused, then turned to look at Shennong.

Shennong nodded slightly and continued the conversation:

"Secondly, we request guidance from our Master regarding when we two disciples should return to our positions."

As the sound faded, a solemn silence fell beneath the Heavenly Stele.

Return to its place.

The Holy Emperor of Humanity has returned to his throne.

That is a major event for the human race.

That was a momentous event in the primordial era.

That is the key to balancing the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

Fuxi's merits have been fulfilled, and he may return to his rightful place.

Shennong's merits are complete, and he may return to his rightful place.

But what happens after it's put back in its place?

Will humanity awaken?

Will the authentic local culture be perfect?

What will Heaven do?

Xuandu gazed at the two of them, at their expectant yet composed faces.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

"No rush."

The two words fell like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum.

Fuxi was taken aback, and Shennong was also surprised.

Not urgent?

Their merits are complete, their fortunes are flourishing, and their foundation is solid.

Why aren't you in a hurry?

Xuan Du looked at them and slowly spoke:

"Do you know why we must wait?"

Fuxi pondered for a moment and said:

"Because of the suppression of Heaven's will, humanity has not yet awakened."

"Even if the two disciples return to their positions, they will not be able to truly promote the revival of humanity."

Xuan Du nodded:

"good."

"The Way of Heaven suppresses, and the Way of Humanity slumbers."

Even if you achieve perfect merit, it will only be icing on the cake.

"Unable to provide timely assistance."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"To awaken humanity, at least three emperors are needed."

"You are only two of them."

"One more emperor is needed."

Fuxi remained silent.

Shennong remained silent.

This is predetermined.

Unchangeable.

Even Xuandu could not reverse it.

We can only go with the flow.

They can only fuel the fire.

We can only wait.

When the last Fuxi returns to the throne as the Human Emperor.

When people's human fortune reaches its peak.

The will of that dormant billion-dollar society finally opened its eyes.

Fuxi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in his mind.

"Master."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Disciple understands."

"This disciple will continue to accumulate merit and solidify my foundation."

"I will return to my original position when the time is right."

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He gazed at Fuxi, at that lean yet composed face.

An indescribable sense of relief welled up in my heart.

Tens of thousands of yuan.

Fuxi has changed.

He was no longer the primordial deity who was heartbroken over his sister's death.

He is no longer the powerful figure who was trapped at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm and whose path forward was blocked.

No longer is the being tormented by hatred and resentment for countless years.

He is the Holy Emperor of the human race.

They are pioneers in reviving humanity.

He is a disciple who has been enlightened by his master.

He found his own path.

I found my own path.

They found their place.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze and looked at Shennong.

Shennong.

As soon as the two words were uttered, Shennong trembled.

He bowed:

"Disciple is here."

Xuan Du gazed at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable:

"You tasted hundreds of herbs, taught people how to cultivate crops, cured hundreds of diseases, and detoxified all poisons."

"Such merit is enough for you to attain enlightenment."

"But do you know why you're still only a quasi-saint?"

Shennong remained silent.

he knows.

Because his human virtues and merits are not yet complete.

Although he saved lives and healed the wounded, he failed to truly free the human race from suffering.

Although he taught the people to cultivate the land, he failed to ensure that the people truly had enough to eat and wear.

Although he was benevolent, he failed to truly unite the human race.

His journey is still long.

Xuan Du looked at him and slowly spoke:

"Your merit lies in benevolence."

"Ke Ren, this is not the end."

"It's the starting point."

"After benevolence comes benevolent governance."

"After benevolent governance comes benevolent principles."

"When you implement benevolent governance, educate all people, and ensure that the elderly are cared for, the young are educated, the sick are treated, and the hungry are fed."

"That is true perfection of merit."

"That is the proper position a human emperor should hold."

Shennong trembled violently upon hearing this.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes.

An indescribable realization surged within me.

Benevolence, benevolent governance, benevolent principles.

Master is right.

Although he had a benevolent heart, he failed to translate that benevolence into benevolent governance.

Although he implemented benevolent policies, he failed to transform them into a benevolent way of life.

He still has a lot to do.

Shennong slowly bowed, completing the entire salute:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

"Disciple understands."

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He raised his eyes and looked down at the Heavenly Stele.

The thousands of people guarding the monument remained kneeling on the ground.

In those eyes, there was reverence, fervor, and an unwavering faith that would never change, even if it meant spending billions.

They believe in Xuandu.

A belief in martial arts.

Believers in the human race.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze and looked at Fuxi and Shennong.

"Go."

The two words fell, and a great weight was lifted from my shoulders.

Fuxi nodded, and Shennong nodded.

The two turned around and took a step forward.

Two figures, one in a green robe and the other in hemp clothing, slowly disappeared into the depths of the East China Sea.

Towards the primordial land, towards the billions of human tribes, towards their respective paths.

They sped away.

Beneath the monument, silence returned.

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

Xuandu stood alone atop the Heavenly Stele, gazing at the two vanished figures with a calm, still gaze.

Fuxi, Shennong.

Two of the Three Sovereigns have already emerged.

All that's missing is the Human Emperor.

When Xuanyuan returns to his position, the Three Sovereigns will emerge together.

Humanity is awakening.

That will be the time when the Investiture of the Gods begins.

That will be the time for Hongjun to make his move.

That will be the time when the primordial order is reshaped.

He waited a day, and spent tens of thousands of yuan.

Not urgent.

It won't make a difference if we wait a little longer.

Xuandu turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from the top of the Heavenly Stele in an instant.