Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

Since the Hundred Schools of Thought flourished and martial arts were passed down through generations, the human race has risen at a visible speed.

Those newly born innate Dao bodies were already terrifyingly strong, and now, with the wisdom of the Hundred Schools of Thought and the martial arts personally taught by Pan Xuan, they are like tigers with wings.

In just a few hundred years, the human race spread from a corner of Phoenix Perch Mountain to all parts of the prehistoric world.

They settled in communities, built cities, opened up fields, established ancestral temples, and promoted rites and music. Wherever people passed by, the vegetation was renewed.

Those 129,600 original humans have long since branched out and multiplied.

Although their descendants are no longer all born as Great Luo Immortals, their foundation far surpasses that of any other race in the prehistoric world due to their bloodline and martial arts heritage.

All the races of the prehistoric world were terrified by what they saw.

Although the demon race occupies the old territory of the Thirty-Three Heavens, they have already been classified as belonging to the divine path.

The witch clan is the mother clan of the human race, so naturally they are delighted.

Dragons, unicorns, phoenixes, and other mythical creatures also have friendly relations with the divine.

Only the will within the Heavenly Dao space grew increasingly gloomy.

Pan Xuan often sat alone in the Great Luo Heaven, looking down upon the human world.

He saw human cities dotting the earth like stars, and young figures forever gathered before the Martial Arts Monument, seeking enlightenment.

Seeing the lively debates that rang out from dawn till dusk, he felt a strange sense of comfort. He knew that the spirit of humanity was growing stronger at an unprecedented pace.

That fortune is alive and has roots; it has transformed into an invisible river that has been flowing ceaselessly since the birth of humankind and has now become a vast ocean.

On this day, Pan Xuan was deducing the celestial constellations in the Great Luo Heaven when suddenly his heart stirred and his brow felt faintly hot.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze blazing with divine light.

At the same instant, Nuwa, who was far away in the Nuwa Palace, and Fuxi, who was sitting in Shouyang Mountain, raised their heads almost simultaneously.

"A priceless treasure has been born on Shouyang Mountain!"

Three voices rang out simultaneously in different places, and then transformed into streaks of light, disappearing into the sky.

Shouyang Mountain, located in the primordial east, is a majestic mountain with ever-changing scenery. It is a sacred mountain transformed from the celestial soil that Nuwa used to create humans, and it is also the location of the divine court of the mountain god bestowed by Fuxi.

On this day, Shouyang Mountain was suddenly filled with rosy light, and the entire mountain trembled slightly. A golden cloud of merit slowly gathered on the mountaintop, spinning endlessly, with faint sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing emanating from it.

Pan Xuan, Nuwa, and Fuxi reached the summit almost simultaneously. They exchanged a glance, each seeing understanding in the other's eyes.

"Humanity's fortunes have reached their zenith, and this supreme treasure has been born in response to this opportunity," Nuwa said softly.

"This treasure shall be used to protect humanity for all eternity." Fuxi nodded.

Pan Xuan didn't speak, but stared intently at the golden cloud of merit.

Amidst the surging golden clouds, an ancient seal slowly materialized.

The seal was no bigger than the palm of my hand, and its entire body was a dark yellow color. The seal knob was carved with nine coiled dragons, their eyes filled with power, and their scales and armor were clearly visible, as if they were about to take off into the sky at any moment.

The background of the seal reveals patterns of mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and stars, with strands of human fortune swirling around it, like silk threads, endlessly regenerating.

The ultimate treasure of humanity—the Kongtong Seal!

In the primordial world, all those of human blood, no matter where they are, feel a stirring in their hearts, as if they have found something of utmost importance to rely on.

Pan Xuan, Nuwa, and Fuxi stepped forward simultaneously, each placing a hand on the Kongtong Seal.

In an instant, a series of scenes appeared before the eyes of the three of them.

That is humanity's past and future.

They witnessed raging floods, the clash of swords and the rise and fall of dynasties, and the enduring legacy of civilization.

Amidst these magnificent scenes, a common figure constantly emerges.

Those were eight human sages, each with a unique aura. Some observed the celestial phenomena, some tasted all kinds of herbs, some wielded swords to quell chaos, and some controlled floods to bring peace to the people. Each of them was imbued with a profound sense of human destiny.

The final frame shows eight large characters: "Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, suppressing destiny."

The three of them withdrew their hands at the same time and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Although the human race is thriving, its fortune is scattered and not gathered. If there are no sages to suppress it, it will eventually be taken advantage of by external demons."

Nuwa's expression turned solemn. "That scoundrel of Heaven, how could it allow my human race to have such a smooth journey?"

"The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are the pillars of humanity."

Pan Xuan pondered for a moment and said,

"However, sages and worthies are not born out of thin air; they must emerge in response to the times, educate the people, and establish unparalleled achievements in order to bear this destiny."

This matter requires further consideration.

Standing atop the mountain, gazing down at the vast and boundless human world below, Fuxi suddenly said, "I shall be the first emperor of the world."

Nuwa was taken aback: "Brother..."

Fuxi turned around and smiled slightly: "I was appointed as the God of Shouyang Mountain, and I am the root of humanity."

Now that humanity is just beginning to flourish, someone has to be the first to pave the way.

I was born before heaven and earth, and I understand the principles of yin and yang and numerology. Therefore, I am perfectly suited to be the emperor's choice.

Pan Xuan gazed at Fuxi, remained silent for a long time, and finally bowed solemnly:

"In that case, Pan Xuan, on behalf of all the gods of the Divine Path, respectfully welcomes the Emperor back to his throne."

On the day Fuxi became the Heavenly Emperor, a nine-tiered altar was erected on Shouyang Mountain.

All the gods of the divine path, the ancestral witches of the witch clan, the great saints of the demon clan, the water gods of the dragon clan, and even the Three Pure Ones, were present to witness the ceremony.

As the heavenly light descended, the vital energy of humanity, like the Yangtze River, surged forth from all corners of the primordial world and flowed into Fuxi's body.

Fuxi stepped onto the altar, his long sleeves fluttering, and the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos evolved from his fingertips.

The eight symbols—Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui—rotate, reflecting the heavens.

He looked up at the celestial phenomena, down at the geography, drawing inspiration from his own body and from all things around him.

It combines all the wisdom accumulated by the human race over hundreds of years of intellectual debate into one.

He deduced the complete principles governing the Way of Heaven, creating a comprehensive system called "The Innate Principles of Change".

From then on, humankind had a calendar, hexagrams, and the fundamental means of observing the heavens and measuring the earth.

Fuxi then taught the people to make nets for fishing, to domesticate livestock, to determine good and bad fortune using divination, and to understand life and death using the principles of the I Ching, gradually leading the ignorant human race onto the path of civilization.

During the thousands of years he reigned as emperor, the human race multiplied and thrived, their footprints covering the four corners of the primordial world, and their fortunes grew ever more prosperous.

The Kongtong Seal was then held by Fuxi to suppress humanity.

After the Heavenly Emperor, there shall be an Earthly Emperor.

Shennong, the Earthly Sovereign, was born into an ordinary tribe of humans. He was born with knowledge of the medicinal properties of herbs and was concerned about the suffering of all people.

Seeing that although the human race was strong, they often suffered from epidemics and poisonous miasma, he personally tasted hundreds of herbs, encountering seventy poisons a day without stopping.

The gods were moved by his resolve and came to his aid.

The carefree hermit, who was actually Hongyun, taught him the art of alchemy. Zhen Yuanzi guided him to observe the spiritual energy of the earth's veins, and Nuwa further used the lingering essence of the Breath of Earth to transform a small jade cauldron in his palm.

Shennong used a jade cauldron to refine medicine, used hundreds of herbs to help the world, and taught people to sow the five grains, distinguish the five colors of soil, and cultivate according to the seasons.

He traversed countless famous mountains and rivers in the wilderness, and wherever he went, the plants and trees knew their nature, and the birds and beasts recognized their names.

One day, he accidentally ate a poisonous plant called "heartbreak grass" in the deep mountains. When the poison took effect and he was on the verge of death, he suddenly felt a wisp of pure and refined earth energy descend from heaven and earth, which completely neutralized the poison.

Shennong thus attained the position of Earthly Sovereign, wielding a wisp of the Kongtong Seal's fortune, and resonating with Fuxi from afar.

From then on, heaven and earth, yin and yang, were in harmony.

Emperor Xuanyuan was born in the heart of the human race and possessed the aura of an emperor from birth.

When he came of age, the human race had already established three sovereigns and inherited two emperors, and its fortune was at its peak, showing signs of transcending the control of the Heavenly Dao.

Seeing this, Hongjun in the Heavenly Dao Space became even more anxious.

Having already secretly plotted a world-destroying flood, and fearing that the flood would be too difficult to control alone, he first struck a deadly blow.

Using a wisp of the will of Heaven as a guide, it stirred up the extremely turbid evil energy left over from the creation of the world and cast it beside the human race.

That malevolent aura devoured the resentment of heaven and earth, and the turbid blood of the nine netherworlds, transforming into a ferocious god in the land of Jiuli, with a bronze head and an iron forehead, eight arms and eight toes, none other than Chi You, the lord of Jiuli!

Hongjun also secretly hid a wisp of his will in its orifice, causing it to lead ferocious beasts and demon soldiers, carrying overwhelming evil energy, to wreak havoc on the human race.

Chi You was born to fight, and he could summon wind and rain. Even the first generation of human warriors, who were as numerous as clouds, were scattered and destroyed by him.

Xuanyuan was entrusted with a critical mission. He raised a banner to gather the people, integrated the strength of all schools of thought, used military strategy to govern the masses, and used martial arts to command the army.