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On the altar.

Fuxi shuddered.

A sudden burst of light shone from those deep, star-like eyes!

He got it.

The Master's words, "If you don't return to your place now," were referring to them.

The Three Sovereigns and the Three Ancestors.

Six people.

Humanity has been restored.

A saint who has attained enlightenment.

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

He sat cross-legged.

A blue light flowed around him, and the illusory image of the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos slowly appeared behind him.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui.

The eight trigrams rotate endlessly.

Each hexagram contains boundless human virtues and merits.

Each line embodies the hard work and dedication of the billion-dollar association.

Shennong followed closely behind.

Sit cross-legged.

He was surrounded by a yellow aura, and the illusory images of various herbs appeared behind him.

Rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans—the five grains yielded abundant harvests.

Ganoderma lucidum, orchid, ginseng, and poria cocos—all kinds of herbs flourish.

The fragrance of the medicine permeated the air, and wherever it passed, the dried cracks on the altar began to heal.

Xuanyuan also sat down.

Clad in black iron armor, the Xuanyuan Sword rested across his lap.

His body was radiating intense crimson light, and the phantom of his great achievement of unifying the human race manifested behind him.

All tribes came to pay homage, and the Jiuli submitted.

The army was arrayed in formation, its banners obscuring the sun.

A unified dynasty, majestic as a mountain.

Suirenshi sat cross-legged.

His beard and hair were all white, but his aged eyes were filled with fervor.

His body shone with golden light, and a phantom image of drilling wood to make fire appeared behind him.

The first ray of fire illuminates the darkness.

The first piece of roasted meat warmed my hungry stomach.

The first human tribe was born under his leadership.

Youchao took his seat.

A mysterious light flowed around him, and a phantom image of a wooden nest appeared behind him.

Although the nest was simple, it protected the area from wind and rain.

The nest, though rough, protected the tribe.

Although the nest was low, it was the first home of the human race.

Ziyi closed his eyes.

A soft, ethereal light enveloped her, and the illusory figure of someone sewing clothes materialized behind her.

The first animal skin garment covered his shame.

The first linen garment protected me from the bitter cold.

The first silk garment showcased civilization.

Six figures, six colors of light.

Green, yellow, red, gold, black and plain.

The six colors intertwined, merging with the golden light of humanity soaring above the altar.

It was connected to the aura of those millions of cultivators.

It resonates with the will of billions upon billions of people.

Resonate with the origin of the Kongtong Seal.

The entire altar began to tremble violently.

On the altar, innate Dao patterns flowed endlessly.

Every line of the pattern is glowing.

Every inch of the stone steps trembled.

Every blue brick is undergoing a process of sublimation.

In the capital city of Chen.

Billions upon billions of people knelt on the ground.

They sensed it.

They sensed that the six auras on the altar were undergoing a transformation.

It is undergoing a process of sublimation.

It is climbing wildly toward that supreme position.

Some people kowtowed, tears streaming down their faces.

Someone shouted, their voice hoarse with effort.

Some remained silent, staring intently at the altar.

They stared at their Holy Emperor.

They stared at their ancestors.

They stared intently at the six human saints who were about to be born.

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace.

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate.

He gazed in the direction of Chen Du, sensing the six increasingly powerful auras.

The smile on his lips deepened.

"A saint of humanity."

He spoke in a low voice:

Six.

"That kid Xuan Du really... never disappoints."

Underworld.

The seal of reincarnation.

Houtu stood in the void, her pale yellow robes fluttering in the wind.

She sensed it too.

Those six auras are breaking through the bottleneck of the Quasi-Saint peak.

They are frantically climbing towards the realm of sainthood.

"The Three Sovereigns, the Three Ancestors."

Houtu murmured softly:

"Six saints of humanity."

"The balance of the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man is finally about to be achieved."

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

I looked toward that gray figure.

"Hongjun, you have lost."

"A complete and utter defeat."

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The chaotic airflow flowed slowly.

Hongjun stood with his hands behind his back in the depths of chaos, his gray Taoist robe hanging down.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Du.

Sensing the increasingly powerful aura of those six paths.

His complexion remained unchanged.

Yet, a faint ripple flickered in the depths of those eyes that had been indifferent for countless years.

The fluctuations were very subtle.

So faint as to be almost imperceptible.

But if someone is nearby, they will definitely be able to see it.

That was bitterness.

It was a bitterness that hundreds of millions of yuan had never experienced before.

"Six saints of humanity."

He spoke in a low voice:

"I have been suppressing the Humanitarian Billion-Dollar Association, but in the end... I can't suppress it anymore."

He closed his eyes.

I won't look at it anymore.

I'm not thinking about it anymore.

Only that gray figure remained, standing alone in the chaos.

It remained unmoved for a long time.

Above Chendu.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his blue robes fluttering slightly.

He lowered his eyes and gazed at the altar.

Looking at the six figures sitting cross-legged.

Gazing at the ever-growing golden light of humanity.

His gaze was calm.

But beneath that calm lay a sense of relief and ease.

Six saints of humanity.

The Three Sovereigns returned to their positions, the Three Ancestors returned to their positions.

Humanity is awakening, and the balance between Heaven, Earth, and Humanity is being achieved.

The day he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Tens of thousands of yuan.

From preaching on the shores of the East China Sea to this day.

From taking the three ancestors of the human race as disciples to the return of the three emperors to their rightful place.

From conquering the world with military might to the awakening of humanity.

One step at a time, one tribulation at a time.

He has come this far.

On the altar.

The six auras have reached a critical point.

The bottleneck at the peak of Quasi-Saint level began to shatter under the impact of that human merit.

A burst of azure light erupted from Fuxi's body!

The illusory image of the Eight Trigrams suddenly solidified.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui.

The eight trigrams transformed into eight golden pillars of light, shooting straight into the sky!

A burst of yellow light erupted from Shennong's body!

The illusory images of the hundred herbs suddenly solidified.

The five grains were plentiful, and all kinds of grasses flourished, turning into a rain of flowers that fell all over the capital, Chen!

A burst of crimson light erupted from Xuanyuan's body!

The illusory image of that great unification suddenly solidified.

Ten thousand tribes came to pay homage, the Jiuli submitted, and the army was arrayed in battle formation, with banners obscuring the sun!

A burst of golden light erupted from Suirenshi's body!

The phantom of drilling wood to make fire suddenly solidified.

The first ray of fire illuminated the entire sky!

A burst of profound light erupted from Youchao's body!

The illusory image of a nest made of wood suddenly solidified.

The first nest, suspended in the void, protects billions of humankind!

A burst of pure white light erupted from Ziyi's body!

The illusory image of sewing clothes suddenly solidified.

The first garment transformed into a sky full of clouds, enveloping the entire capital of Chen!

Six-colored radiance, six beams of light.

Soaring into the sky!

It intersected with the golden light of the Kongtong Seal.

It intersected with the crimson light of the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

It mingled with the blood and qi of those millions of cultivators.

It merges with the aspirations of billions of people.

Above the sky, a vast and boundless golden gate of light slowly appeared.

The gate was about ten thousand feet high and about a thousand feet wide.

Above the door frame, the Daoist patterns flow endlessly.

Behind the door lies the supreme origin of humanity.

It is that will that was dormant for hundreds of millions of yuan, suppressed for hundreds of millions of yuan, and has now finally awakened.

It is the rightful place that the Three Sovereigns and Three Ancestors will return to.

"The Gate of Humanity!"

Fuxi looked up at the golden gate of light.

His voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"That is the gate of humanity!"

Shennong nodded, tears streaming down his face:

"It... finally opened."

Xuanyuan remained silent.

He simply held the Xuanyuan Sword and gazed at the door.

Those resolute eyes were filled with unwavering determination.

Suirenshi's beard and hair stood on end, and he looked up to the sky and roared:

"We humans have been waiting for this event worth billions!"

"Today, the day I've been waiting for has finally arrived!"

Youchao knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly:

"May our ancestors protect us, and may humanity not perish!"

Ziyi murmured softly, her voice gentle yet firm:

"From this day forward, humanity... has risen."

Six figures, six colors of light.

It echoes the light gate from afar.