The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 841 Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

The creation of heaven and earth is the foundation of everything.

The creation of all things is the setting of a stage.

A unified order within a clan is a shared voice.

The people's hearts turn to him; this is the awakening of humanity.

The workings of the universe are a magnificent display.

These are five roads.

Now, in the blueprint of humanity, the Five Heavenly Emperors will be established to stabilize the order of heaven and earth and control the rise and fall of eras.

The five roads are like five pieces of a puzzle.

Feng Xi has already obtained four of them!

It hasn't been easy; I've racked my brains and exhausted all my wisdom.

After all, who among those who have achieved such accomplishments is simple?

To subdue them, the right time, place, and people must all be in place, leaving these heroes with nowhere to go, before there is any hope of implementation.

otherwise……

"Your Majesty, please govern the world by doing nothing. Let us wise and holy men handle the affairs of the primordial world ourselves!"

Empty!

Don't be surprised at all.

Some people are capable of doing this.

In fact, that's why the Lich Wars were so intense!

What good is it to bestow the title of Five Heavenly Emperors if you lack any means?

Who listens to you?

Feng Xi was once driven to the point of desperation.

However, there was one knife that was just too good to use.

Charging headlong into the fray, their teamwork was flawless... Siblings united, their strength could break metal!

The Wu tribe launched a campaign against the Heavenly Court, and after many twists and turns, they finally destroyed the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan. The dream of the Demon Emperor's throne was shattered, and the Heavenly Emperor Jun's grand ambitions and heyday were just a dream. In the end, he bowed his head, lost his ambition, and followed the philanthropist Feng.

The Heavenly Dao was rampant, yet it was sacrificed to an entire era by the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, and was buried by Nuwa, who suppressed and killed it once. Although the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was given to him by Feng Xi, he did a good job of keeping it a secret, and so far the Dao Ancestor has misunderstood that Nuwa is as cunning as a deep abyss and shares his hatred for the enemy.

However, there was another arrangement—if Nuwa wasn't given some cover-up and a boost, how could Fuxi be made anxious and upset?

Feng Xi was very suspicious.

Don't be fooled by Fuxi's thick eyebrows, big eyes, and amiable demeanor; he seems to be a champion of humanity... When the time is right, he might just betray Feng Xi, infuriating Nuwa with his intolerant betrayal and forcing her into a confrontation, while he remains unperturbed.

"Hey! Stop fighting! You're not going to kill anyone like that!"

Like a troublemaker, he helps whichever side is weaker, making them fight to the death with the other side, creating a balance, and thus leaving no room for them to attend to the other side.

it's good now.

Nuwa was wreaking havoc, seemingly unstoppable... So, it was time for the Green Emperor and the Yellow Emperor to reconcile and work together to overcome the difficulties, joining hands to suppress the rampaging Nuwa.

Then, we can put on a show... and then Nuwa can be given away for free!

With inexplicable thoughts in mind, Feng Xi traversed the waves of time and reversed the course of history.

Unbeknownst to him, he had arrived at the very beginning—the moment when Houtu was eagerly trying to salvage the future, causing a shift in the will of humanity.

It is also a turning point in his life, the moment when the grand drama begins.

He stood quietly, looking down at the scene.

With humane concealment, he remained inconspicuous and would not alert others.

Humanity, at least, has some semblance of dignity.

"well……"

Feng Xi sighed softly, concealing all traces and clues, except for a sliver of the truth.

That is the truth, yet it is not the complete truth.

He is Emperor Yan!

Apart from this, everything is as usual.

Houtu remained as diligent as a little bee, busily gathering nectar from the flowers of all living beings to brew sweet honey.

only……

"After gathering nectar from a hundred flowers to make honey, for whom is the toil, for whom the sweetness?"

"I bitterly resent spending my years embroidering gold thread, only to make wedding gowns for others."

He felt regret and sadness on behalf of Nuwa... Unfortunately, driven by the tide of events, he could not place his personal feelings above the gains and losses of all living beings, and could only go with the flow.

"When the time is right, the identity of Emperor Yan will become a cage, luring Nuwa into its trap..."

"From this point on, the power of creation will be restored, and I will achieve my goal."

"I am humanity, and humanity is me!"

The turbulent waves of time have obliterated his form and buried too many traces.

"I should go see 'Haotian'... I've received so many benefits, I should at least do something for him."

"He wanted Nuwa to lose clearly and decisively, and I also planned to conspire with him beforehand..."

"After all, even when dealing with innate deities, a one-size-fits-all approach is not appropriate; we need to eliminate any resentment as much as possible... This requires a specific set of rules..."

He set off for the point where the Taihao Heavenly Emperor's mark on the earth had clashed with the actor Haotian God in a fake match. There, they would meet and decide the rise and fall of the future era.

However, as he walked, he stepped down and seemed to have stepped on something incredibly hard in the vast river of time.

"Um?"

Feng Xi was puzzled, so he searched in the long river and pulled out a stone tablet.

The stone tablet is very weathered and ancient, its surface blurred by the passage of time.

Only a few clues could be vaguely discerned, which seemed to have been left by him, as they carried very secret personal traces from when he was the Yan Emperor.

Who else but himself could know?

"Oh no... I'm doomed..."

This is a warning!

However, due to various reasons, the information is incomplete.

Feng Xi tried to deduce it, but felt an invisible barrier that blocked him from entering the void, erasing all traces of it.

This is Pangu's doing!

Feng Xi's pupils contracted instantly, and he stood in the long river of time, pondering for a long time.

"What exactly happened?"

He pondered and made his judgment, but lacking clues, he was helpless.

After hesitating for a moment, he continued on his way.

However, this was clearly not the only unexpected event.

When he arrived at his destination, he found everything empty; the Fuxi version of the Jade Emperor was not there, as if he had just left.

"Um?"

Where are they?!

Feng Xi was somewhat dazed.

……

Unfathomable time and space, a vast and surging river, flowing upstream from the downstream, shines with a dazzling brilliance.

It was dazzling and radiant, subtly exuding the divine power of the Five Virtues, allowing the "Heavenly Emperor," who had been waiting for an unknown amount of time, to breathe a long sigh of relief, "It has finally arrived."

However, the light arrived with great difficulty, seemingly triggering some kind of alarm for the Primordial Pangu Dao Fruit, and encountered some obstacles.

It seems imperfect, yet it also seems to be only a hair's breadth away from perfection.

Haotian, unfazed, stepped forward to help, lowered the rope, and gave a hand.

Thus, the radiance that flowed against the current finally leaped to its utmost, transforming into an unparalleled God clad in a crown... Divine Firmament surrounded him, Nine Heavens adorned his robes, and strands of celestial light flowed, fully embodying the vast spectacle of the world's birth and death, and the worship of all spirits.

The chaotic light descended, blurring his figure, but his majesty remained undiminished; he possessed boundless imperial majesty and truly unparalleled heroic bearing.

His arrival and His passing, though unintentional, erased countless altered timelines along His path, causing all the heavens and elements to melt away silently, and countless worlds and endless beings to vanish into thin air.

This is the Great Devastation!

In the face of destruction, all beings are equal, and no one can escape.

Only the primordial chaos proves eternity, and the eternal nature it bestows protects the true light of the fundamental spirit of all beings, merging into the inconceivable ocean of true spirits, drifting with the current, awaiting reincarnation, awaiting rebirth.

This new life is not far away.

This is because that emperor brought both great destruction and great life.

Its existence reflects the void of time and space, and its supreme and mysterious aura spreads, creating something from nothingness, recreating the vast universe, and giving rise to countless living beings.

A completely new timeline replaces and compensates for the erased variables, resulting in a natural and seamless transition!

Between this destruction and destruction, the world remains largely the same, and the living beings are almost identical. So... what exactly has changed?

Humanity has changed!

As the emperor passed by, seemingly without a trace, a hymn of humanity resounded, the spark of civilization ignited, and humanity and the human race shone brightly, transforming the world!

Humanity prevails over the will of Heaven!

Even the Heavenly Way must submit to Him and cannot be His enemy!

If they are enemies, then kill them!

That's how domineering he is!

And it's not just the Way of Heaven.

In Him, besides the rule over the Heavenly Dao, there is also the aura of a demon emperor worshipped by all races, the boundless merits of the human race, and even... the divine essence of the Great Dao of the Taihao Heavenly Emperor!

Perhaps the only regret is the lack of Nuwa's creation.

However, this is only to be expected.

"You're a little late." Haotian turned slightly to the side, sighed, and spoke to the supreme saint king of humanity with a hint of complaint.

"It was my fault." The newcomer stared at Haotian, remaining silent for a moment, as if concealing some turbulent emotion, some surprise and disbelief, but in the end it all turned into calm. "It won't happen again next time."

"Haha... There won't be a next time!" Haotian exclaimed triumphantly. "This time, we've suppressed Nuwa!"

"Who am I, Fuxi? Even if Nuwa had gained power, dealing with her wouldn't be so easy... But since I dared to nurture her and help her achieve her goals, I'm confident I can deal with her!"

"The primordial world wasn't just about fighting and killing; it also included human relationships and complexities!"

"Isn't that right?"

"I've nurtured your humanity; when we brothers unite, Nuwa will be left only to reflect on her mistakes!"

"..." The emperor paused for a moment, then agreed, "That's right."

During the conversation, His breathing fluctuated, and He seemed somewhat unsteady.

"Are you alright?" Haotian asked.

"It's alright," the Emperor said sullenly. "A few... aftereffects. There are always unresolved issues in the human world, and it hasn't been easy for me either."

"Alas... the Witch Clan..."

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"The Witch Clan is destined for a tragic end," Haotian chuckled. "You don't need to take it too seriously."

"I won't go into how much of a dark history is involved here."

"Moreover, even if it is to warn future generations, those who should be killed should be killed and those who should be arrested should be arrested... The lessons of the great calamity of the Lich King should serve as a warning to future generations to avoid repeating the same mistakes."

"How many lives were lost in that cataclysmic event?" Haotian sneered. "They sold off their ancestors' land without a second thought, those gods... they deserved to die!"

"We're already being lenient by not punishing them; how dare they dream of using this to rise to power?"

"This wind must not be allowed to rise!"

"Indeed," the Emperor echoed in a low voice. "We, the Xuanyuan, guard the human race and uphold humanity. How can we tolerate such a tragedy repeating itself in the future?"

"The Witch Clan's demise was a consequence of their own actions!"

"However, the Wu tribe is easy to deal with, as for Nuwa..."

The emperor's emotions were complex, hesitant to speak, yet still wanting to speak. "In the past, Nuwa spared no expense in forming an alliance to strengthen the human race, recruiting people from all over the world to join her... Many ancient gods of the Great Luo invested in it, which led to the division of the human race into countless clans, each with its own totem."

"It was precisely this strategy that formed the backbone for confronting the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race; it was a brilliant move."

"But today, we must turn our attention to Nuwa, these ancient gods..."

"Ugh!"

The emperor sighed deeply.

"Three thousand clans, eight hundred lords... take your time, we can eventually manage to bring them all back to centralized power." Haotian smiled. "The main thing is that Nuwa... locked up this troublemaker, and the rest will be easy to handle."

"That's true." The Emperor looked at Haotian, nodded, and said meaningfully, "Take care of the most troublesome ones, and the rest are nothing more than ants that can be crushed with a flick of the finger."

"Let's go... let's get moving."

"Goddess Nuwa is so virtuous, intelligent, cunning, and wise... If this goes on for too long, I fear unforeseen changes may occur, which could be detrimental to us."

"Of course! Of course!" Haotian laughed. "Some things should be resolved sooner rather than later."

"However, if you say that Nuwa was very wise... I don't think so."

"I've watched her grow up, don't I know her well?"

"She's smart, but she's essentially an honest person... Honestly, I could sell her out, and she'd still be counting the money for me!"

"What if! What if! Better safe than sorry!" The Emperor and Haotian walked further and further away. After they left, a beam of light fell, severing all the causes and effects, making them impossible to trace.

The faint, almost imperceptible words sank into the dust of time, gradually fading into nothingness, elusive and hard to find. "What if Nuwa suddenly had a major outburst, even just once, and became reckless and audacious... wouldn't that be troublesome?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Haotian's voice faded into the distance. "I've looked down on her my whole life, how could she possibly turn my world upside down?"

"However, now that you mention it... I might as well take precautions as well..."

"Huh? I was just joking, you actually took it seriously?" The Emperor was somewhat speechless, but also curious. "How are you going to defend against it?"

"This is a secret..."

……

Time has buried too many secrets.

Reality, however, continues to move forward.

The Wu tribe's efforts to set things right and rectify the situation are not a formality.

The Ancestral Witches wanted to overthrow the legitimacy of the Human Emperor.

The great shamans, on the other hand, went to rescue the emperor and protect Houtu in the cycle of reincarnation!

A flag became the most eye-catching slogan.

A giant cauldron became the most dazzling shooting star.

When Emperor Hong's tyranny was boundless, wreaking havoc in the cycle of reincarnation, and even trying to seize the underworld that Houtu had painstakingly built, the Qiankun Divine Cauldron suddenly appeared, tearing through the sky of the era, and was about to lift up Xuanyuan's skull!

"Kill them!"

The appearance of the Qiankun Cauldron boosted the morale of many great shamans, who roared and shouted, fearless of danger, and fought desperately.

That's all there is to it.

Unfortunately, Xuanyuan remained completely unperturbed.

"I, Xuanyuan, even if I face three thousand gods alone, and need to suppress Houtu with one hand, I am still invincible in the world!"

He was full of vigor and ambition.

However, when several murderous auras that spanned the ages rushed in, which were the fierce power of the Ancestral Witches at the Taiyi level, his speed in calling for help was no less than that of Houtu.

"Those who are virtuous will find many helpers, while those who are immoral will find few."

"Houtu... are you the only one who can call people?"

"We, the Five Heavenly Emperors, have been waiting for you for a long time!"

As soon as the words fell, the era collapsed, and an ancient zither stained with blood played an eternal celestial melody. The continuous sound waves even lifted the divine cauldron that had been falling like a meteor!

Fuxi Qin versus Qiankun Ding!

"The day to set things right is here!"

At the same moment, a giant roared from ancient history, raising a brand new banner, calling out and guiding.

Many deities who were not aligned with Nuwa on the same path now had sharp eyes and were deeply moved. They recalled their ancient vows, followed their former banners, and flocked to this leader who had also emerged from nowhere.

Some even turned their backs on the Wu clan and switched sides on the spot!

"roar!"

Over the years, the peerless ancestral witches who traversed time encountered their rivals and clashed with the five Heavenly Emperors of humanity, their killing intent shaking the past, present, and future!

A phoenix spread its wings, but was subdued by the Green Emperor.

Zhu Rong set fire to the city, but then the White Emperor appeared in the sky.

……

The battle at the peak was fierce, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

The battlefield of the ancient gods, a struggle that escalated to the point of self-sacrifice.

In the end, only a few remaining soldiers crossed mountains of knives and seas of fire to rush to the underworld to aid Houtu.

But... what use is this little bit of power?

"How is that possible?!"

The earth changed color.

"Nothing is impossible!"

Xuanyuan answered her question, "Houtu, although your abilities are not bad, I am ultimately a cut above you!"

(End of this chapter)