The golden radiance of Fuxi's attainment slowly spread across the skies of the Great Desolation World, like a gradually painted map of the human realm, presenting the framework of the Human Dao's laws to every living being in the most intuitive way. Beneath its golden glow, the cultivators seated within the Daoist Arena and listening to the teachings felt an unprecedented sense of stability, as though the path beneath their feet had become clearer and more solid. Fuxi slowly withdrew his gaze from above the Daoist Arena and returned it to the void before him. The golden light did not disperse when he rose. Instead, like a coating merging into the texture of his Daoist robe, it gradually settled into an even base color.
The voices of the teachings within the Daoist Arena did not cease after that golden radiance stabilized. The voices of the laws of dozens of Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortals continued to intertwine and flow through the void. Yet, at the southeastern edge of the Daoist Arena, the states of enlightenment of three figures began to undergo a wholly different change not long after Fuxi attained the Dao.
Suiren sat at the very front of that area, dressed in animal hides, his ancient features calm and steady like newly kindled sparks. Youchao sat to his left, solidly built, his hands resting naturally on his knees like an old tree watching over an entire forest. Ziyi sat to his right, her bearing gentle, the aura around her smooth and enduring like a robe being sewn. They were the three progenitors of the Human Race. At the dawn of the Human Race, each had laid the foundations for its survival and growth in their own way—Suiren drilled wood to make fire, Youchao built nests for shelter, and Ziyi