Outside Shouyang Mountain, clouds and mist swirl, Purple Qi Coming from the East 30,000 miles in the east, yet it gathers its breath and concentrates at the mountain peak, as if it dares not disturb the tranquility of this place.
This is the sacred Dao Field of the Grand Master Xuan Du, and also the place where Human Teachings.
Beside a mountain stream, a master and his apprentice were saying goodbye.
Fuxi, now free from the naiveté and confusion of his early days, exudes a calm and composed aura. His eyes seem to hold the workings of a galaxy, and the phantom of the Eight Trigrams appears and disappears behind him, embodying the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. He bows deeply to the ground before the seemingly ordinary yet perfectly integrated Grand Master Xuan Du, whose aura is in harmony with the universe.
"Fuxi will never forget the kindness of his teacher in imparting knowledge and skills."
Xuan Du accepted the greeting with a calm expression and said indifferently, "A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you have mastered the essence of what I have learned. The workings of Heaven are about to begin, and humanity will flourish. Your path is not in the mountains, but in the human tribes amidst the bustling world. Go down the mountain! From now on, everything depends on yourself."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, as if his Words Follow Law.
As soon as he finished speaking, without any visible movement, his figure vanished like Qingfeng across the water, leaving only ripples before disappearing back into the mysterious depths of Shouyang Mountain, no longer concerned with worldly affairs.
Fuxi stood alone on the cliff, gazing into the distance at the Primordial Earth, the home of the human race to whom he was connected by blood.
Although he felt a deep affection for his teacher, he was also burdened by a heavy sense of responsibility and a resolute determination to embark on his journey.
Meanwhile, Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, on the edge of chaos, an ancient palace floated uncertainly, Invulnerable to All Laws and retreating from all evil—this was the Dao Field of the Qing Huan Sage, Yingzhou Island.
On the cloud bed inside the palace, Qing Huan slowly opened her eyes.
He didn't intentionally release any pressure, but the entire Great Dao of the Primordial Wilderness World seemed to pulsate slightly with his breath.
The scene of Xuan Du escorting Fuxi down the mountain just now naturally caught his eye, but he did not interfere; this was preordained.
"Fuxi has emerged; the emperor of humanity will soon appear..."
Qing Huan murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall, "However, with an unstable foundation, even if one holds the throne, it will be difficult to last long."
With a slight thought, a vast and boundless yet delicate Spiritual Sense instantly unfolded.
This Spiritual Sense transcended the limitations of time and space, and in the blink of an eye, it swept across every corner of the entire Primordial World like an invisible tide.
Mountains and rivers, the Netherworld Sea of Blood, the Nine Heavens Star Domain, and even the Daoist Dao Field and barriers of all the great beings in the heavens, all seemed transparent under his Spiritual Sense, appearing in his perception in every detail.
Attention was mainly focused on the eastern lands, on the human tribes that, in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World, still appeared weak.
Within the tribe, the humans covered their bodies with leaves and animal skins, lived in groups, used simple stone and bone tools, and relied on hunting and gathering for survival. They often faced threats from wild beasts, natural disasters, and even some weak demons.
They revered heaven and earth and worshipped their ancestors, but their power was meager, and the spark of civilization had only just been ignited; they were in the most primitive tribal era.
Seeing his people struggling to survive, the Qing Huan Sage remained unmoved.
It is not that they are heartless; on the contrary, they deeply understand the principle that "Heavenly Dao's way is impartial, and humanity's way is self-reliant."
With his Sage abilities, he could open up fertile fields for the human race in the blink of an eye, enlighten them with wisdom, impart supernatural powers, and enable the human race to rise instantly.
However, the civilization that was born in that way was like a greenhouse flower, unable to withstand the wind and rain, let alone bear the heavy Luck of the future Protagonist of Heaven and Earth.
"The Way of Heavenly Dao is impartial; the most solid and fundamental Merit is that which is gained sincerely and unintentionally." Qing Huan understood this perfectly. "Those who do things deliberately, such as becoming the Teacher of the Human Emperor and then orchestrating the release of their mounts to wreak havoc before subduing them themselves; or scheming to instigate certain calamities and then intervening to quell them..."
Such behavior, even if it can deceive people for a time and gain some Heavenly Dao Merit, is ultimately superficial and lacks substance, with a shallow foundation. It is far less solid and stable than one's own hard work and enlightenment.
Forcing it might even create karmic Karma, resulting in more harm than good.
If he were to directly intervene in the progress of humanity, it might seem like he was helping, but in reality, it would be forcing growth and causing humanity to lose its core spirit of self-development and self-improvement, greatly diminishing its future development potential. This is not what he wants.
"But,"
The Qing Huan Sage's eyes flashed, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space, landing on a certain place in the south.
"Right now, there is indeed something we can do by following the trend and making some plans."
It aligns with the Heavenly Dao, benefits all living beings, and lays the groundwork for the future.
A thought flashed through his mind, and the figure of the Qing Huan Sage had already disappeared from the Qing Huan Palace.
The next moment, he found himself in a completely different world.
A wave of heat hit us, and the air was thick with the smell of sulfur and flames.
As far as the eye can see, there are endless crimson mountains. The mountains are not ordinary rocks, but cooled and solidified lava, with cracks all over them. Hot magma flows out like blood from time to time, spewing out columns of fire. The sky is reflected in a dark red, as if it is burning forever.
This is the southernmost part of the primordial Primordial Wilderness, the source of all fires— the Volcano of Immortality.
In ancient times, this place was the supreme holy land of the Phoenix Clan, where the phoenixes sang throughout the heavens and all birds paid homage to them; it was a place of unparalleled glory and prosperity.
However, Dragon-Han Primordial Calamity, the Three Clans fought for supremacy, shattering the Primordial Wilderness and creating entanglements of Karma, resulting in heavy karma.
The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, and Qilin all declined as a result. Yuanfeng, having sworn to "eternally suppress the Volcano of Immortality," used her immense magical Magic Power and the Luck of the Phoenix Clan to restrain this raging land of fire, preventing it from erupting completely and causing havoc throughout the entire Primordial Wilderness, thus repaying her boundless karmic debt.
After countless Kalpa of suppression, coupled with changes in the world and some unknown secret assistance, most of the karma on Yuanfeng has been eliminated. She is no longer completely bound to the core of the volcano and can move freely between heaven and earth to a limited extent. However, the entire Phoenix Clan still carries the remaining karma, with few descendants, confined to their Ancestral Land, and unable to regain their former glory.
At the heart of the Volcano of Immortality, within a glazed palace formed from the Southern Bright Leaving Fire, a woman dressed in a seven-colored feather robe, possessing unparalleled beauty, yet with a hint of weariness and majesty etched between her brows, suddenly looked up.
She sensed the arrival of that supreme aura, which transcends all laws.
She dared not delay, and in a flash, she appeared outside the palace, bowing respectfully to the blue-clad figure that had quietly appeared in the void.
"Yuanfeng pays respects to the Sage Qing Huan."
The voice was clear and melodious, carrying a hint of barely perceptible reverence.
The Qing Huan Sage's figure solidified. He waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted the Yuanfeng up, calmly saying:
"It's alright. Fellow Daoist Yuanfeng is a primordial god-demon who attained enlightenment in ancient times, born at the beginning of heaven and earth with us. There's no need for such formalities; you can treat me as an equal."