Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

Purple clouds swirl around, and green jade carpets the ground.

Xuandu landed before the palace gate, his green robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He raised his eyes and gazed into the depths of the palace.

The figure in green sat cross-legged, his sword intent flowing like water around him.

The Master of Heaven.

"Master."

Xuandu stepped into the palace and stood beneath the cloud bed.

Tongtian opened his eyes.

Sword light flickered in those eyes.

"You've seen him?"

The three words fell with a calm indifference, as if he had already expected it.

Xuan Du nodded:

"I've seen him."

"Both Fuxi and Shennong have achieved their goals."

"Only when the Human Emperor returns to his throne and the Three Sovereigns emerge together can humanity be revived."

Tongtian nodded slightly.

He rose and stood with his hands behind his back before the cloud bed.

I raised my eyes to look beyond the palace gates, and gazed up at the heavens above.

Do you know who the Human Emperor is?

Xuandu was taken aback.

He gazed at the towering peaks, his mind racing.

Who is the Human Emperor?

All he knew was that among the Three Sovereigns, the Heavenly Sovereign was Fuxi, the Earthly Sovereign was Shennong, and the Human Sovereign was Xuanyuan.

But who is Xuanyuan?

He didn't know.

Tens of thousands of yuan will pass, and the primordial world is no longer the same as it was back then.

The human race is no longer the same as it was back then.

Countless geniuses rose to prominence, and countless talents emerged.

Xuanyuan was one of them.

But what exactly is his background? What merits has he accumulated? Why was he able to become emperor?

Xuandu knew nothing about it.

"This disciple does not know."

He shook his head and said frankly.

Tongtian looked at him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

"Xuanyuan was the son of the Youxiong clan."

"Intelligent from a young age, excelling in both literary and martial arts."

"He began cultivating at ten and attained immortality at twenty."

"A hundred-year-old Golden Immortal, a thousand-year-old Taiyi, a ten-thousand-year-old Daluo."

"Now, we are at the early stage of Quasi-Saint."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's eyes brightened slightly.

Long live the Great Luo! He is now in the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

While this speed is far inferior to his, it is still among the top in the human race.

Moreover, Xuanyuan follows the path of immortality, not the path of martial arts.

The path to immortality emphasizes enlightenment, accumulation, and serendipitous encounters.

Even in ancient times, a peerless genius like the Great Luo of Ten Thousand Years would be considered a prodigy.

What do you think of this person?

Xuandu asked.

Tongtian gazed at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable:

"Possessing all five virtues: benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness."

"One can govern a country with civil administration and secure its peace with military force."

"The hearts of the people are with you, and the world looks up to you."

"He is the last Holy Emperor of the human race, destined by the will of Heaven."

Xuandu remained silent.

He stood beneath the cloud bed, his gaze slightly narrowed.

The destiny is determined.

It's all ordained by the will of Heaven.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were ordained by Heaven.

The Investiture of the Gods was a predetermined fate of Heaven.

The awakening of humanity is also a predetermined destiny.

Everything is predetermined.

Everything was under Hongjun's control.

Everything was a scheme orchestrated by that gray-clad figure with billions in assets.

But so what?

A fixed number can also be changed.

Even a stalemate can be broken.

Even Hongjun can be defeated.

Xuandu raised his eyes and looked towards Tongtian.

"Master, where is Xuanyuan now?"

The Path to Heaven:

"In Chendu."

"Fuxi has abdicated, and Xuanyuan has succeeded him as the common ruler of the human race."

"At this moment, he is in the capital of Chen, handling government affairs."

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He didn't ask any more questions.

He simply turned around and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished from Biyou Palace in an instant.

Tongtian stood alone before the cloud bed, gazing at the vanished figure and the gradually healing void.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Xuanyuan..."

He murmured softly:

"I hope you won't disappoint your teacher."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Purple clouds still lingered in the Biyou Palace.

The figure in green stood alone before the palace gate.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Chen Du.

The human royal city.

Since Fuxi abdicated and Xuanyuan succeeded him, this city has become increasingly prosperous.

The streets, paved with bluestone, are crisscrossed and lined with shops on both sides, bustling with people.

The people in the city, though of varying cultivation levels, all wore expressions of peace and contentment.

Because they have a good overlord.

Xuanyuan.

He possesses all five virtues: benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness.

A person can govern a country with their civil skills and secure its peace with their military prowess.

His reign lasted less than a thousand years, yet it caused the fortune of the human race to surge by 30%.

The people are united in heart and the world looks up to them.

Royal Palace.

The palace is majestic and imposing.

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 as vast as the sea, and his cultivation at the early stage of Quasi-Saint was already stable.

Xuanyuan.

The supreme ruler of the human race.

The future human emperor.

At this moment, he was looking down, dealing with the mountain of memorials piled up on his desk.

Each memorial was a report on government affairs submitted by tribes from various regions.

Famine, epidemic, demonic invasion, and man-made disaster.

Every single matter required his personal review and approval.

Xuanyuan picked up his brush, and his handwriting was vigorous and powerful, each stroke exuding a sharp and incisive spirit.

"Report!"

A voice came from outside the hall.

Xuanyuan raised his head.

"Enter."

A figure strode into the hall and knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, a figure in blue robes has appeared on the shore of the East Sea, beneath the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele."

"That figure stood with his hands behind his back, atop the Heavenly Stele."

"All those guarding the monument knelt down."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan's pupils contracted slightly.

A figure in green.

At the summit of the Heavenly Stele.

The person guarding the monument knelt down.

He suddenly remembered something.

Something that happened a long time ago.

A matter that his master once mentioned to him.

Xuandu.

Deputy leader of the Jie Sect.

The Primordial Golden Immortal.

He spent a century proving his Dao, mending the heavens and supporting the sky, subduing the four ferocious beasts, and breaking through the nine heavens.

Has he emerged from seclusion?

Xuanyuan suddenly stood up.

The figure in black robes shot out of the palace gate like a black lightning bolt.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from the palace.

Inside the hall, the kneeling figure raised his head, gazing at the empty main seat and the unfinished memorial.

Lost in thought.

"His Majesty......"

He murmured softly.

On the shore of the East China Sea.

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

Beneath the monument, thousands of guardians knelt on the ground.

At the summit of the Heavenly Stele, the figure in green robes stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm.

Xuanyuan landed beneath the Heavenly Stele and looked up at the figure in green.

Those resolute eyes were now filled with reverence.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Disciple Xuanyuan greets Master!"

The sound fell like a thunderclap.

Beneath the monument, thousands of guardians bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Master!"

The sound shook the heavens, and the waves surged backward.

Xuan Du lowered his eyes, gazing at the figure in black below.

Looking at that resolute face, those deep eyes, and that cultivation level of the early Quasi-Saint stage.

He nodded slightly.

Get up.

The three words fell like a spring breeze.

Xuanyuan rose and stood beneath the Heavenly Stele.

He looked up and gazed at the figure in green.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

He is the supreme ruler of the human race.

He is the future human emperor.

He was the last Holy Emperor of the human race, destined by the will of Heaven.

But he is also a disciple of Xuandu.

It was that man in blue who enlightened the human race's prodigy.

They are beneficiaries of that martial arts tradition.

Without Xuandu, there would be no Xuanyuan today.

Without Xuandu, there would be no human race as we know it today.

Without Xuandu, there would be no primordial world as we know it today.

"Master."

Xuanyuan spoke, his voice deep:

"I have reigned for a thousand years, and I have never dared to slacken my efforts day or night."

"I fear I will fail my master's expectations and the trust placed in me by the human race."

"Now that Master has emerged from seclusion, this disciple can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm.

"A sigh of relief?"

He gently shook his head:

"It's still early."

"Although you have reigned for a thousand years, and all people have submitted to you, and your fortune is at its peak."

"But you are still far from becoming the Emperor."

Xuanyuan was startled.

He gazed at Xuandu, his deep eyes filled with incomprehension.

Far from it?

He was already in the early stages of becoming a saint.

He possesses all five virtues.

The hearts of the people have turned to him.

He is now the supreme ruler of the human race.

Why is it still so far from perfect?