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Xuandu looked at Xuanyuan and slowly spoke:

Do you know what an emperor is?

Xuanyuan pondered for a moment, then said:

"The emperor is great."

"To be the master of all things, and the supreme ruler of all people."

"He ruled over all directions and brought blessings to all people."

Xuan Du nodded:

"good."

"But that's just the literal meaning."

"A true emperor is not a title, not a status, not a power."

"It's a responsibility."

"It's about taking responsibility."

"It is for the benefit of all people and to usher in an era of peace for all generations."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"You've reigned for a thousand years, what have you accomplished?"

Xuanyuan was taken aback.

What did you do?

He handled government affairs, quelled rebellions, resisted demonic threats, and promoted benevolent governance.

Every single thing is done for the people.

But when his master asked, he didn't know how to answer.

Because those things are too trivial.

So insignificant as to be not worth mentioning.

Too small to awaken humanity.

So insignificant as to be unworthy of the title "Emperor".

Xuan Du gazed at him, his eyes slightly deepening:

"Fuxi comprehended the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era, deduced the secrets of heaven, and established rules and regulations for humankind."

"Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, taught people how to cultivate crops, and solved the problem of food and clothing for the human race."

"And you?"

"What are you going to do?"

Xuanyuan remained silent.

He stood beneath the monument, his brow furrowed.

What is he going to do?

He had never thought about this question.

All he knew was that upon assuming the throne, he would have to plead for the people.

They then have to work day and night.

Then one should have a clear conscience.

But is this enough?

not enough.

Far from enough.

Because he was the human emperor.

He was the last Holy Emperor of the human race.

He was the most crucial of the Three Sovereigns.

His merits must be greater than those of Fuxi.

His contributions must be greater than those of Shennong.

His path must be much longer than theirs.

Xuanyuan raised his head and looked towards Xuandu.

Those eyes shone with intense light.

"Master!"

He spoke, his voice firm:

"Disciple understands!"

"What I must do is unify the human race!"

"It ends the chaos of tribal fragmentation and independent governance!"

"It is to establish an unprecedented, unified human dynasty!"

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

The thousands of people guarding the monument all looked up.

In those eyes were shock, fervor, and an expectation that hundreds of millions of yuan had never felt before.

Unify the human race.

A unified dynasty.

What a grand vision that is!

What immense merit that is!

What a magnificent feat that was!

If it really works...

Humanity, why worry about not waking up?

With humanity, what is there to fear about not becoming strong?

In the primordial chaos, what is there to worry about?

Xuandu gazed at Xuanyuan, at those burning eyes, at that resolute face.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

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

"it is good."

With that word spoken, a sense of relief washed over me.

Xuanyuan knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly:

"This disciple will certainly live up to Master's expectations!"

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He raised his hand, and a chaotic light surged from his palm, disappearing into Xuanyuan's brow.

Within that light lay the Dao of Primordial Chaos, the methods of martial arts, and even a wisp of his Xuandu's natal essence.

Xuanyuan closed his eyes to perceive.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, and his eyes shone brightly.

"Thank you, Master!"

He kowtowed again.

Xuandu waved his hand:

"No need for such formalities."

"Go."

"Go do what you're supposed to do."

"I'm here, waiting for your return."

Xuanyuan nodded emphatically.

He stood up, turned around, and took a step forward.

The figure in black robes vanished in an instant on the shores of the East China Sea.

Heading towards Chendu.

Heading towards that human tribe of hundreds of millions.

Towards that great cause of unification.

They sped away.

Beneath the monument, silence returned.

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

Xuan Du stood alone atop the Heavenly Stele, gazing at the vanished figure with eyes as calm as still water.

Xuanyuan.

Unify the human race.

A unified dynasty.

If he can truly achieve this, his merit will far surpass that of Fuxi and Shennong.

At that time, the Three Sovereigns will return to their positions, and humanity will be revived.

At that time, the Investiture of the Gods will begin, and the primordial world will be shaken.

At that time, Hongjun will make his move, and the Heavenly Dao will collapse.

Everything is ready, except for Fuxi's return to the throne of the Human Emperor.

......

Chen Du.

Royal Palace Hall.

Xuanyuan sat upright in the main seat, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Below, the officials stood on both sides, civil and military officials, each in their respective positions.

The atmosphere in the hall was heavy, and no one dared to speak.

Since His Majesty returned from the East Sea, it has been like this.

silence.

Repressed.

It seemed as if something was brewing.

"His Majesty."

Finally, an old minister stepped forward and bowed slightly:

"His Majesty has been preoccupied since returning from the East Sea."

"But what are your instructions, Master?"

Xuanyuan raised his eyes and looked at the old minister.

That was Feng Hou, an elder of the human race, with the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. He had assisted Fuxi, Shennong, and now he was assisting Xuanyuan.

A veteran of three dynasties, highly respected and virtuous.

"After the Wind".

Xuanyuan spoke, his voice deep:

"My master said that I am still far from becoming the Human Emperor."

As soon as the voice fell, the hall fell silent.

The ministers' expressions changed slightly.

Far from it?

Your Majesty has reigned for a thousand years, the people are devoted to you, and your fortune is at its peak.

Possessing all five virtues, one achieves the level of a quasi-sage.

Why is it still so far from perfect?

After a moment of silence, Feng Hou slowly spoke:

"Your Majesty, in your opinion, where is the problem?"

Xuanyuan looked at him and said, slowly and deliberately:

"The difference lies in uniformity."

The two words fell like a thunderclap.

The courtiers were in uproar.

unified?

Unify what?

Unify the human race?

However, the human tribes are fragmented and each governs its own territory, with tens of thousands of people already involved.

Fuxi failed to unify the country, and Shennong failed to unify the country either.

Throughout history, no ruler has been able to unify the country.

Can His Majesty...do he do it?

Feng Hou's pupils contracted slightly as she stared intently at Xuan Yuan.

A light flickered in those aged yet profound eyes.

"Does His Majesty intend to unify the human race?"

Xuanyuan nodded:

"good."

"Master said that Fuxi comprehended the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era and established the rules for squares and circles."

"Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, taught people how to cultivate crops, and relieved their suffering from hunger and thirst."

"And I want to do something bigger, more difficult, and more magnificent than what they did."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"Unify the human race."

"End the chaos of tribal fragmentation and independent governance."

"To establish a unified dynasty."

After the sound faded, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

The ministers looked at each other, none daring to speak.

Unify the human race.

What a grand ambition that is!

What a magnificent achievement that was!

How difficult that must have been!

Human tribes were scattered throughout the prehistoric world.

Large and small tribes, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Some tribes submitted to Chendu.

Some tribes, however, act independently and do not obey orders.

Furthermore, there were barbarian tribes that refused to submit to the king's rule and repeatedly invaded the border.

Unifying them is easier said than done.

After taking a deep breath, Feng Hou suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

"His Majesty."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"This old minister dares to ask a question."

"How does Your Majesty intend to unify the country?"

Xuanyuan gazed at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"First quell internal strife, then conquer all directions."

"Establish rules first, then implement benevolent governance."

"Strengthen your weapons first, then determine the fate of the world."

Upon hearing this, Feng Hou nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty's considerations are thorough; this old minister admires them."

"There is one thing Your Majesty should know."

Xuanyuan's eyes flickered slightly:

"What is it?"

Feng Houdao:

"The human tribes, though nominally subordinate to Chendu."

"But in reality, each has its own rules, its own troops, and its own agenda."

"If Your Majesty wishes to unify the country, you must strip them of their power, seize their troops, and change their system."

"How could those tribal chiefs be willing to accept this?"

"At that time, there will be internal strife."

"It is war."

"The land was littered with corpses, and rivers of blood flowed."

Xuanyuan remained silent.

he knows.

He knew all of that.

Unification is never about inviting someone to dinner.

It is not about being gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, or modest.

It is not benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, or trustworthiness.

It is war.

It was slaughter.

It is iron and blood.

But he cannot back down.

Because he was the human emperor.

Because this is his way.

Because his master was watching him.

"After the Wind".

Xuanyuan spoke, his voice calm:

"Pass on my orders."

"Summon the leaders of all the major tribes to Chendu for a meeting."

If you come, treat you with courtesy.

"If you don't come..."

He paused, his gaze turning cold:

"Then they met them with troops."

Feng Hou felt a jolt.

He gazed at Xuanyuan, at those cold eyes, at that resolute face.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Your Majesty has changed.

He was no longer the gentle and benevolent ruler who prioritized righteousness.

He was a ruthless and decisive emperor.

"Your humble servant obeys the imperial decree."

Feng Hou bowed and withdrew.

Inside the hall, the assembled officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to speak out.

Because they knew that from this day forward, the world had changed.