Time flew. Three eras had passed since Humanity's first attack on Heaven, and Fuxi had finally emerged from the shadow of that failed War of Felling Heaven. He had no choice but to move on—his mother Huaxu fed him bitter medicine every day, and it was killing him with bitterness.
"Good son, come drink your medicine!" Huaxu entered carrying a dark brown bowl, her tone tinged with regret. "Several masters of medicine have recently come to the tribe, testing medicines and poisons in the nearby mountains. What a pity—several have already died sudden, violent deaths."
Fuxi's face stiffened just as he had begun to relax. "What's going on?"
"I don't know." Huaxu slowly spoke as she scooped up a spoonful of medicine and blew on it. "It's not just our tribe. Many Human Race settlements are the same. They say they're searching for someone 'who can withstand ten thousand poisons.'"
Huaxu had no idea that the Chan Teachings and the Interception Sect were secretly competing behind all this.
Primordial Lord of Heaven had calculated that the second Human Emperor would be connected to the Great Dao of medicine. Guang Chengzi and the others had then come up with an idea: if someone could endure every medicine and poison trial and survive to the end, wouldn't he be a naturally chosen Human Emperor?
Though Duobao had no idea what Guang Chengzi was plotting, he figured it was best to follow along.
Guang Chengzi's thinking was indeed correct. Casting such a wide net, they had found the future Shennong Clan. But they had celebrated too early. Shennong Clan had long since died from poison and entered Reincarnation, waiting to be reborn among the Human Race to continue testing medicines. Life after life, he would ultimately attain the Dao through medicine.
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