Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 222 The Eight Trigrams Transform into Humanity's Destiny

What is Xi Huang?

Fuxi smiled and shook his head, then said, "I am Fuxi, the sovereign of the human race. I have come to Beiming to discuss something with you, fellow Daoist."

"What is it?"

Kunpeng remained expressionless. The human race was no longer the race that the demon race could bully at will.

Even the mighty Kunpeng cannot ignore the human race today.

"In recent years, natural disasters have frequently struck the primordial world, causing the deaths of hundreds of millions of humans. I would like to borrow your River Map and Luo Book for a while, and return them immediately afterward, how about that?"

"Want to borrow the Hetu and Luoshu?"

Kunpeng grinned menacingly, revealing two large white teeth.

"Sure, but if you want the Hetu Luoshu, you'll have to get past my Demon Master Palace first."

Without saying a word, Kunpeng immediately summoned the Demon Master's Palace and attacked Fuxi with overwhelming force.

Forget about Xi Huang or anything like that. If you want to seize the Hetu and Luoshu, you'll have to ask the Demon Master Palace in his hands first.

The Dao energy roared, and the space trembled slightly. An ordinary Grand Luo Golden Immortal would suffer severe damage to his Dao fruit in an instant under this sudden attack.

But Fuxi was no ordinary person. He shook his head slightly, focused his mind, and mobilized the supreme human fortune to bless himself.

In an instant, his aura began to surge!

In the blink of an eye, he reached the early stage of Quasi-Saint!

Next, the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint!

Late stage of Quasi-Saint!

With a final buzz, he arrived at the Great Perfection of Quasi-Sainthood!

"Thirty breaths is enough!"

With the blessing of humanity's fortune, Fuxi seemed to possess a Quasi-Saint Great Perfection Experience Card.

Although it only takes thirty breaths, suppressing Kunpeng, whose cultivation is at the late Quasi-Saint stage, should not be difficult.

No, it shouldn't be said that it's not difficult; it should be said that it's very simple and easy.

"This...how is this possible!"

Kunpeng was stunned as he watched the surge of aura emanating from Fuxi.

Peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, peak Quasi-Saint in a wondrous transformation, how can anyone compete with that?

Kunpeng could see that Fuxi had reached the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint by relying on the fortune of humanity.

A ruthless glint flashed in Kunpeng's eyes, and the Demon Master Palace in mid-air emitted a whistling sound, becoming even more fierce.

Before the Demon Master Palace even arrived, countless cracks had already appeared in the void.

Faced with the overwhelming force of the Demon Master's Palace, Fuxi's response was only one palm strike.

With a single palm strike, it seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars were contained within his palm.

It struck the Demon Master's Palace across billions of layers of space.

"boom!!"

The Demon Master Palace emitted a tremendous roar and flew back at an even faster speed than it had come.

Then Fuxi reached out his large hand and grabbed directly at Kunpeng.

"escape!"

Without saying a word, Kunpeng summoned the Demon Master's Palace and fled into the distance.

The Kunpeng is a Kun in the ocean and a Peng in the sky. It is amphibious and has unparalleled speed.

But no matter how powerful Sun Wukong's somersault cloud was, he could not escape the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain.

Fuxi's giant hand, like the Five Finger Mountain, enveloped the Kunpeng.

No matter how much Kunpeng struggled, it was to no avail; he could only obediently remain trapped in Fuxi's palm.

Fuxi reached out with his other hand, took the Hetu and Luoshu in his grasp, and then with a wave of his hand, threw the Kunpeng away.

He was in mid-air, having already tumbled several times, looking quite disheveled.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I apologize for my offense."

Fuxi uttered a single sentence, then transformed into a streak of light and departed from the Northern Sea.

"Damn it, Fuxi of the human race!! Xihuang of the demon race!!"

Kunpeng cursed incessantly, but to no avail.

The primordial world was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. It was quite normal for someone to be outmatched in skill and have their River Map and Luo Book stolen.

Just like when he took advantage of the war between the Lich King and the Demon King to seize the Hetu Luoshu from the Demon King.

But soon, Kunpeng's expression softened, as if he had thought of something, and his expression became more pleasant.

Fuxi said that he came to borrow the Hetu and Luoshu, and that he would return them after he was done using them.

With a sliver of hope remaining, Kunpeng plunged back into the depths of the Northern Sea.

On the other side, Fuxi lost the blessing of human fortune, and his aura plummeted to rock bottom.

"This Kunpeng is really troublesome. If we dawdle any longer, we'll probably be exposed."

Countless miles away in the Northern Sea, Fuxi's aura gradually dissipated, returning him to the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

He was panting heavily, clearly exhausted from the intense battle. He looked relaxed, but he was still quite tired.

He played with the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, instantly filled with confidence, and then flew towards the Huaxu tribe.

Soon, Fuxi returned to the Huaxu tribe, holding the Hetu and Luoshu, and began to study them day and night.

In the blink of an eye, more than a decade had passed. On this day, Fuxi sat under a big tree, closing his eyes and deep in thought.

Then I suddenly opened my eyes and felt a sense of enlightenment.

"Qian represents Heaven, Kun represents Earth, Xun represents Wind, Zhen represents Thunder, Kan represents Water, Li represents Fire, Gen represents Mountain, and Dui represents Lake. From this, the Eight Trigrams were formed!"

Fuxi laughed heartily, for the Hetu and Luoshu inherently contained the supreme mysteries of the Heavenly Way.

Those with great magical power can manipulate the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams to deduce the cause and effect of all things existing in all time and space.

However, while innate great beings possess such abilities, ordinary cultivators would never have them.

Thus, Fuxi, through studying the Hetu and Luoshu, comprehended the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era!

Each hexagram represents a specific thing. It is a tool used to deduce the relationships between various things in the world, space, and time.

The Eight Trigrams are like eight infinitely invisible pockets that contain everything in the universe without any omission.

If the eight trigrams cannot be derived further, they can be combined to form sixty-four hexagrams, which can then be used for further derivation.

Even ordinary people, if they learn this method to a high level, can predict natural disasters and weather phenomena; its uses are endless.

After Fuxi deduced the Eight Trigrams, he immediately gathered a group of humans and taught them the knowledge.

As expected, this method helped them predict weather and natural disasters, greatly reducing casualties among their people.

Therefore, Fuxi began to gradually promote this practice to the entire human race.

Another ten years have passed, and the mysteries of the Eight Trigrams have gradually become known to countless people.

At this moment, the supreme human destiny surged within Fuxi, and a ten-thousand-foot-long golden dragon continuously circled above the Huaxu tribe.

"hold head high!"

The roar of a dragon resounded, as if a stone were shattering the heavens and earth, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks.

Under the roar of the dragon, the fortune of humanity suddenly changed, transforming into the fortune of the human emperor, and then descended from the nine heavens!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Fuxi's entire body was uncontrollably lifted up, under the impact of the almost boiling energy.

Suddenly, he broke through the bottleneck of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and attained the quasi-sainthood.

At the same time, memories churned in his mind, and the memories of his previous life as the innate great power Fuxi reappeared one by one.

"The Lich's Curse. The Rise of Humanity, the Human Race's Fuxi."

Fuxi's eyes were filled with vicissitudes, even though the war between the Lich King and the Demon King had not been that long ago.

Yet it was as if he had experienced several eons, with countless memories surfacing in his mind like a slideshow.

"Back then, the demon race slaughtered humans, and I was unable to stop them. I never expected that by a twist of fate, I would become the emperor of the human race."

Fuxi shook his head and smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to return to the ancestral land of the human race, he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his body. He quickly checked and found that it was the Hetu Luoshu.

"Back then, I was the Demon Emperor Xihuang. After all, I have a karmic connection with the Demon Clan. So let's return this Hetu and Luoshu to their rightful owner."

Fuxi stayed in the Huaxu tribe for another month, and then selected a Taiyi cultivator of superior character and virtue to serve as the chief ruler.

Without further hesitation, he leaped into the air and headed towards the northern wilderness.

(End of this chapter)