Primordial Era: Mistakenly Taking Emperor Xin as Father, Nuwa is Destroyed at the Start

Emperor Xin was also deeply shocked.

He felt it more deeply than Huang Feihu.

As the Human Emperor, he had come into contact with a great deal of information about immortal caves and grottoes.

He hadn't felt it before, and it was only at this moment that he began to experience it.

Only then did he clearly realize that the concentration of spiritual energy permeating the air of this seemingly dilapidated courtyard was frighteningly high.

Moreover, this spiritual energy is extremely gentle and pure; just one breath is enough to refresh the mind and body, as if it can cleanse the soul.

What kind of thatched hut is this?

This is clearly the most supreme blessed land in the world!

Its profound cultural heritage is probably only comparable to the legendary ancestral temples of the three religions!

His hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and his gaze toward Li Xuan was filled with unprecedented solemnity and astonishment.

Who exactly is this "son"?

He casually slays a powerful demon with a single sword stroke, the tea he "randomly" grows in his backyard is comparable to an elixir of immortality, and the place he lives in is a top-tier blessed land...

He had previously thought Li Xuan was a highly skilled person who knew the secrets of heaven, but now it seemed that his strength and background were simply unfathomable!

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became extremely strange.

Di Xin and Huang Feihu were so shocked that they dared not speak.

Su Daji became even more nervous under the weight of the silence, lowering her head and sipping her tea in small sips, not daring to make a sound.

Only Li Xuan remained oblivious, finishing a fruit and clapping his hands.

Seeing that Di Xin remained silent, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked the question that had been on his mind:

"Dad, why are you only getting back now? Did you run into any trouble on the way?"

He paused, his tone tinged with urgency and anticipation:

"What about that thing I told you before? What's your thought process? Are you ready to pack your things and run away?"

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, as if he were telling a huge secret:

"Let me tell you, we really need to hurry! Given the current situation, we really need to prepare to join Xiqi! Even if we don't help overthrow Zhou, we can still have a few days of peace in the rear, right?"

"puff--"

Su Daji spat out the mouthful of tea she had just taken a sip of!

She suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes wide open, her small face filled with shock and disbelief.

What did she hear?!

This unfathomable "immortal"... is actually advising Emperor Xin... to flee to Xiqi and help him overthrow the Shang Dynasty? Isn't that rebellion?!

This is His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Shang Dynasty...

Your Majesty...why have you rebelled?

Su Daji felt completely overwhelmed and her mind went blank; she was petrified.

Di Xin's heart skipped a beat, and he coughed awkwardly twice.

"Ahem, well... moving the whole family is a big deal, after all. It needs careful planning and can't be rushed, right?"

He could only go along with Li Xuan's words to stabilize the situation first.

The power displayed by this "son" was terrifying. He cleaved a thousand-year-old demon in two with a single sword strike. The tea in this courtyard was comparable to an elixir of immortality, and even the air was filled with a strange spiritual energy.

He had to take it seriously.

Upon hearing this, Li Xuan thought of the sign-in system he had bound to this dilapidated courtyard and sighed helplessly.

"Alright, let's stay a few more days and see."

He reluctantly agreed.

He thought to himself, "This damn system has me tied to this place. I can't run far even if I want to."

As for Di Xin, he had not forgotten the true purpose of his risky return.

He quickly steered the conversation back to business.

"Xuan'er, what you said before... is there really no room for maneuver for the Great Shang Dynasty?"

He stared intently at Li Xuan, trying to discern something from the other's face.

Su Daji listened from the side, her heart pounding in her chest.

She quickly lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on drinking her tea.

Such topics, concerning the rise and fall of dynasties and even involving celestial saints, were simply not something a mere woman like her could interfere with.

She felt as if she had stumbled into the lair of a giant beast, and dared not even breathe.

Li Xuan thought that his "cheap father" was reluctant to give up the official position and salary of the Shang Dynasty.

"I understand, I understand."

He nodded, indicating that he understood.

But then he added, his tone resolute.

"However, Father, unless you can persuade that person in the Shang Dynasty to abolish Nuwa's position as the Holy Mother, it will all be in vain!"

He felt he had pointed out the most crucial point.

Di Xin felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

How could this adopted son have such extreme ideas?

They either passively want to flee and defect to the enemy, or they radically want to abolish the Holy Mother of Humanity.

It bounces back and forth between two extremes, with no buffer zone in between!

He felt a little tense.

Li Xuan ignored Di Xin's expression and continued talking to himself.

"Really, Dad, you need to think this through."

His tone carried an unquestionable certainty.

"If we don't cripple her, humanity will never truly be independent! We'll always be at the mercy of those gods!"

He waved his hand forcefully to emphasize his point of view.

Di Xin remained silent.

He frowned, seemingly digesting this groundbreaking idea.

Huang Feihu, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but chime in.

"Young Master Xuan, the idea of ​​abolishing the position of the Holy Mother Nuwa... I think it makes sense."

He initially agreed, but then his tone suddenly became extremely serious.

"But this needs to be done slowly; we can't rush it!"

"Why? Because our human race is too weak right now!"

His voice was deep.

"If we incur the wrath of the Holy One, our human race will be isolated and helpless. What will we use to defend ourselves? Wouldn't that be courting our own destruction?"

He revealed the most realistic dilemma.

Li Xuan nodded after hearing Huang Feihu's words.

"The matter of deposing Nuwa can indeed be planned slowly and gradually."

He acknowledged that "we can't rush things."

But then he raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat dismissive.

"But you say humanity is isolated and helpless? I disagree!"

Upon hearing this, Di Xin, Huang Feihu, and even Su Daji, who had been keeping her head down, couldn't help but look up at him.

Is there something else they rely on?

Li Xuan put down the rough pottery bowl in his hand and leaned forward slightly.

"Have you forgotten the three Holy Emperors in the Fire Cloud Cave?"

His gaze swept over Di Xin and Huang Feihu.

"Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan! They are the true roots of our human race! They are the sages of our own race!"

His tone was filled with reverence.

"Although they are not as powerful as the six Heavenly Saints who obtained the Primordial Purple Qi, their destiny is inextricably linked to that of our entire human race!"

Li Xuan pointed out the key point.

Upon hearing this, Di Xin immediately shook his head, a bitter smile on his face.

"I can't persuade him, Xuan'er."

He sighed, his tone filled with helplessness.

"Father...you may not know the secret, but do you know that His Majesty visited Huoyun Cave shortly after ascending the throne?"

He almost let it slip.

"But the Three Holy Emperors have long since withdrawn from the world and no longer concern themselves with worldly affairs."

He recalled that time when he returned empty-handed.

"Moreover, the heavenly officials are now responsible for controlling the weather and regulating the four seasons in the human world."

"If we really break ties completely with the gods and Nuwa, what will happen to our human race without them? Crops will die from drought and floods, how will the people survive?"

That was his biggest concern.

Upon hearing Di Xin's words, Huang Feihu's face also showed a look of despair.

Having experienced the bizarre scene at the Nuwa Temple and witnessed the terror of "divine will," he had come to believe Li Xuan's claim that "the six sages in heaven are plotting against humanity."

Thinking about the predicament facing humanity now, I feel like everything is going dark.

This sky... it's so damn dark! It's practically impossible for humans to survive!

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Su Daji felt a chill run down her spine and trembled as she listened.

She never imagined that the enemy of the human race would be so terrifying, that even the high and mighty saints were plotting against them.

She couldn't help but recall the words of the nine-tailed fox who had been chasing her before its death—"Once our mission is complete, both of us will benefit greatly!"

Could it be... that my being captured and sent to the talent show, and being hunted by monsters, is also part of this grand scheme orchestrated by the sage?

The thought sent a chill down her spine.

Her hands, which were holding the teacup, trembled even more violently.

Looking at the three people in front of him, one silent and solemn, one with a face full of despair, and one trembling, Li Xuan revealed undisguised contempt.

He pursed his lips.

"Tsk! You guys really underestimate the wisdom of our own human race!"

His tone carried a hint of disappointment and frustration.

"What will we do without the gods?"

"Then let's figure out a way to get water ourselves! Relying on heaven or gods is not as good as relying on ourselves!"

He suddenly stood up, walked to a pile of junk in the corner, and started rummaging through it, muttering to himself as he searched.

Soon, he pulled out two crumpled animal skin scrolls that looked like scribbles.

"Here you go!"

He walked back and slammed the animal skin scroll onto the simple wooden table in front of Di Xin and Huang Feihu.

Di Xin and Huang Feihu looked down in confusion.

On the two animal hides, they saw intricate structural patterns drawn clearly with charcoal sticks, patterns they had never seen before.

Although the lines are rough, the structural principle is clear at a glance.

"What is this?" Huang Feihu and Di Xin couldn't help but ask.