"Correct."
Fu Shang nodded. He had come here precisely to see Fu Min.
The process by which Fu Min opened the Six Paths gathered the sparks of wisdom produced by the finest talents in the world. Whether correct or mistaken, they were all an immense treasure.
Thus, his first step had been to come to this point in space and time.
"How should I address you, fellow Daoist?"
The Emperor Lord named Xiaoyao smiled faintly and asked.
"Fu Shang."
Fu Shang answered concisely, then strode toward the Fuxi Divine Court.
Emperor Lord Xiaoyao did not mind Fu Shang's indifference. He accompanied him toward the Divine Court, occasionally probing around the edges of the subject, his curiosity growing.
The world could be vast, yet it could also be small.
Especially after Fu Min had gathered the world's geniuses, there were few existences above the level of Emperor Lord whom he did not know.
Yet this powerful man called Fu Shang possessed extraordinary cultivation, and Xiaoyao had never heard of him before.
Fu Shang knew this, but did not care much.
Xiaoyao was a free-spirited man with tremendous nerve. He even dared discuss Fu Min, occasionally mentioning events from before Fu Min attained the Dao.
It turned out that by the end of the Earth Chronicle, the Fuxi Imperial Clan had already produced four successive Heavenly Emperors. By Emperor Da Yao's later years, they had grown unimaginably powerful, leaving the other great clans somewhat stifled.
Even within the Fuxi Imperial Clan, some feared that prosperity would inevitably decline at its peak, and no longer wished for Fuxi to remain Heavenly Emperor.
Yet when the previous Heavenly Emperor grew old, the Fuxi divine race produced an unrivaled figure of astonishing talent. His surname was Feng, and his name was Jiemang.
He was the