Looking down at the excited and jubilant people of the human race, who were now radiating a renewed spirit, Yuanfeng wore the most genuine, relieved, and hopeful smile he had seen since the Dragon-Han Calamity.
With a gentle wave of her jade-like hand, a three-foot-long natal feather, its entire body flowing with dreamlike, iridescent seven-colored light, each feather crystal clear, containing endless vitality and a wisp of the power of nirvana, floated out from her body.
The moment this true feather appeared, the surrounding space rippled slightly, emanating a warm and sacred aura.
Zhenyu floated lightly towards Fuxi, hovering in front of him.
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, this is one of my fundamental life essence feathers, containing a wisp of my indestructible Nirvana origin divine power."
Holding it can ward off countless evil spirits and demonic thoughts in the world, help those who are stuck in a bottleneck in their cultivation to perceive the vitality of life and break through the barrier, or, when the human race faces a great crisis and a moment of life and death, it can be used by those with firm beliefs to perform a sacrifice and summon my strike that transcends space.
They left it with the human race as a token, and also as proof of our race's promise."
With an extremely solemn expression, Fuxi stretched out his hands and carefully accepted the heavy phoenix feather that carried promises and power.
The feather touched him; it was warm and smooth like jade, yet heavy as a mountain. He could clearly feel the immense divine power contained within it and the oath of protection.
"Fuxi, on behalf of the countless people of my human race, I thank our predecessor for this generous gift! This feather shall surely be a sacred object of our human race, passed down through generations, to commemorate our covenant!"
This scene, through the subtle fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao and the changes in Luck, was presented with unparalleled clarity to the minds of countless powerful beings in the Primordial Wilderness.
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, deep within the chaos, Wa Huang Palace.
The Saint Nuwa sat serenely on her cloud bed, surrounded by holy light.
As she gazed upon the magnificent and awe-inspiring new phenomenon that arose from the fusion of the human race's Luck and the phoenix's Luck —a phenomenon that even she, a Sage, found somewhat dazzling and startling—a complex and unreadable expression appeared on her flawless holy face.
She could clearly feel that the fundamental Luck she gained from becoming a saint by creating the human race had also risen with the tide of this covenant, becoming more stable and profound, and her connection with the Primordial Wilderness world seemed to have become even closer.
This is a good thing. But when you think back to when humanity was first born, weak and helpless, and in order to seek protection, the seemingly "insignificant" 20% of human Luck was easily given to Qing Huan, now, as humanity has grown stronger, that 20% of Luck has become an unimaginably huge number!
A feeling of indescribable regret and heartache welled up in my heart, like blood dripping from my veins.
"If I had known this human race possessed such potential, obtaining the phoenix totem and Luck such prosperity... then what about that 20% of their Luck back then..."
She sighed softly, her voice dissipating into the endless Chaos Qi. In the end, she didn't say it all aloud, but that regret and resentment lingered deep within her heart.
In the West, at the sacred Spiritual Mountain, Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
The Daoist Jieyin showed sorrow, as if he bore the weight of all the suffering in the world, and he sighed:
"Alas, this human race... having obtained this totem, their Luck is like oil being poured into a raging fire, growing ever more prosperous. In contrast, my Western Land are barren and bitterly cold, with all living beings sinking into despair. When will we ever have such an opportunity for prosperity?"
Daoist Zhunti's eyes flashed with a sharp light, filled with fervor and undisguised calculation. Holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, he gently brushed the void, his tone urgent:
"Senior brother, the prosperity of the human Luck is truly a spectacle unprecedented in the Primordial Wilderness!"
Obtaining the phoenix totem is merely icing on the cake! Such a prosperous clan is destined to be connected with the West and greatly promote our religion!
The Jieyin was still filled with sorrow.
"However, the human race was created by Junior Sister Nuwa, and Taiqing also Human Teachings. The disciples of Yuqing and Shangqing also paid much attention to it."
Furthermore, there is that mysterious and unpredictable Fellow Qing Huan, who laid out his plans long ago and gained the upper hand... It will be no easy task for us to share in his Luck and establish our own lineage! Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
Zhunti, however, was full of confidence, revealing a tenacious determination to achieve his goal:
"It's all up to human effort! Senior brother, the East Luck as prosperous as the sea, while the West is as barren as sand. It is precisely because of such a great opportunity that we can save all living beings and revitalize our unorthodox sect!"
The path of totems has already been seized by Yuanfeng, but we can find another way. We can either pass on our Western Wondrous Dharma, demonstrate our supernatural powers, or lend a helping hand during their calamities, thus forging good karma and gradually working our way up. Perhaps we can get a share of the spoils and establish the foundation of our Western Sect!
In an instant, undercurrents surged in the Primordial Wilderness. Various forces and powerful figures, whether openly or covertly, all turned their attention to the human race that was rising slowly over the eastern lands and Luck was closely intertwined with the Colorful Phoenix.
Envy, jealousy, scheming, plotting... all sorts of emotions and thoughts intertwine silently.
In Primordial Wilderness primordial world, the winds and clouds surged ceaselessly because of the alliance between the human race and the phoenix. The soaring seven- Luck pillar of fortune was like a giant pillar supporting the sky, stirring up the long river of destiny of the entire Primordial World, and drawing the attention of countless ancient beings once again to this increasingly prosperous eastern land.
Just as Fuxi solemnly put away the phoenix feather that carried his promise and power, the Luck of humanity and the phoenix Luck completely, transforming into a magnificent and dazzling spectacle that spanned the heavens and earth, attracting the attention of all living beings.
Far overseas, hidden within the Chaos Qi and Innate Grand Formation, lies the Yingzhou Immortal Island, seemingly a pure land independent of time and space, maintaining its timeless tranquility and peace.
In the center of the Immortal Island, within the Chuyuan Palace, myriad Chaos Qi coiled like dragons and snakes, and endless Great Dao Runes appeared and disappeared like stars. Qing Huan, seated deep within the palace, slowly opened his eyes that could see through illusions and illuminate the origin.
The gaze seemed not to have moved, yet it had already pierced through endless spatial barriers, crossed layers of dimensions, and landed precisely on the magnificent Human Ancestral Land, on the boundless Luck that surged forth from the establishment of the totem, a fortune that even Sage took notice of.
As an "original shareholder" who had laid out his plans when the human race was still in its infancy and held 20% of the fundamental Luck, Qing Huan clearly felt that the thread of Luck that was closely connected to the human race was now becoming thicker and more solid at an unprecedented speed, like a river flowing into the sea, surging back to him.
With the Luck, the Daoist aura flowing around him became even more profound and mysterious, as if it resonated more deeply with the fundamental rules of the entire Primordial Wilderness world. Some obstacles in his cultivation in the past suddenly became clear and easy to understand.
The realm of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal seems to have taken a small, steady step forward as a result.
A faint yet all-knowing smile involuntarily appeared on Qing Huan's lips.
This smile contained an affirmation of one's own vision, a sense of satisfaction that the Primordial Wilderness trend was progressing as expected, but more than anything, it conveyed a detached tranquility.
The huge gains he made from his seemingly "casual" moves in his early years did not make him ecstatic or proud. It was as if everything was a matter of Karma and effect, something that was meant to be.
"When the totem is established, humanity flourishes, Luck surges, and the great trend changes... Good."
He murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the vast and magnificent Dao Palace, carrying a hint of barely perceptible approval before dissipating into the misty Dao energy.
His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the Western Paradise, which he vaguely sensed due to the connection of Luck, and the Chaotic Wa Huang Palace Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, a hint of understanding and profundity flashing in his eyes.
"The Two Saints of the West, their scheming remains undiminished; Nuwa, her heart still heavy with regret... Heh heh, this game of chess in the Primordial Wilderness is getting more and more interesting."
He shook his head slightly, seemingly with a sigh, yet also with indifference, "However, turmoil is coming, but what does it have to do with me? Luck may be wondrous, but it is ultimately external. The path is long and arduous; only by constantly strengthening oneself can one truly succeed."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to the changing world around him. The Chaos Qi around him intensified once more, enveloping him like a giant cocoon. Myriad runes circulated rapidly, flickering and illuminating the principles of birth, death, and Creation.
Qing Huan had already severed his distracting thoughts and immersed himself once again in the unfathomable realm of enlightenment and secluded cultivation. The tumultuous waves stirred up by the rise of the human race and the return of the phoenix seemed unable to disturb his pure heart in pursuit of the ultimate mystery of the supreme Great Dao.
However, in stark contrast to the eternal tranquility of Yingzhou Island and the jubilation of the human and Phoenix Clan, lies the dragon race, silent at the bottom of the Four Seas, burdened with endless karma and the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, seemingly Dragon Clan by the entire world.
In the endless deep sea, on the edge of the Ruins, in the depths of that terrifying sea eye that devours all light, sound, and life.
Coldness, darkness, and deathly silence are the eternal themes here.
Countless Order Divine Chains, as thick as ancient mountain ranges, inscribed with dense Heavenly Dao runes, and shimmering with a cold metallic luster, coiled tightly around and locked a massive, suffocating dragon body, even when coiled up.
This is the true form of the Ancestor Dragon, once the leader of the scaled creatures and the overlord of the Primordial Wilderness waters. But now, its body is dull and lifeless, its scales broken, filled with an aura of death. Only at its very core, a faint light of True Spirit, like a candle flickering in the wind, still shines stubbornly, proving that it has not been completely annihilated.
Just as the human race's Luck and the phoenix's Luck merged, and the Heavenly Dao manifested extraordinary phenomena, this immense, mysterious fluctuation, like a resounding bell, pierced through the layers of seals and the barriers of the endless sea, and was reflected with unparalleled clarity in the Ancestor Dragon's remaining True Spirit perception.