Black Pot Biography, The Victor Becomes King, The Vanquished Become Outlaws

In the end, the Dragon Ancestor was defeated.

The Phoenix Saint met her end.

As for Nuwa, Fuxi, Jieyin, Kunpeng, Hongyun... they continued to thrive in this era.

So, who were the victors?

"Being powerful doesn't necessarily make you a winner... the one who laughs last is the true victor!"

Feng Xi had a realization.

"The Azure Dragon and the Primordial Phoenix led the gods, only to disappear without a trace in the end... wait, that's not quite right?"

"These two supposedly invested in the Human Race later on?"

The Twelve Zodiacs, with the dragon as their totem, were undoubtedly the Dragon Ancestor's return on investment, leaving a distinct mark on human heritage.

And the phoenix, throughout history, had always been deeply admired and loved by the world. Through this, people expressed their feelings, showering the phoenix with countless words of praise.

Compared to the dragon race, the phoenix lineage seemed to live more freely.

Mythological history was intricate, with alliances and conflicts tangled together. Who could truly unravel it all?

Fortunately, through this Chronicles of the Primordial Era compiled by Bai Ze, Feng Xi was able to glimpse a corner of it and learn a bit of the inside story.

However, what was regrettable was that at the end of the prologue, a line of text with its beginning and end cut off became the biggest regret of the entire work, ruining the aesthetic beauty of the passage.

With its beginning and end chopped off, it was filled with "****" symbols everywhere...

Feng Xi would stake his life on it, he absolutely did not have a habit of doing the "slow motion" with his left and right hands, causing his body to weaken and his vision to blur.

Instead, it was as if a cavalry unit, already heavily armored, had been overlaid with a layer of mosaic.

Feng Xi's curiosity stirred. He took out a magnifying glass and used his Heavenly Eye divine ability, but... it was useless.

The text wasn't covered or erased by someone; it was obliterated from the very root, unknown to later generations.

It was as if Bai Ze himself had written it this way, with the beginning and end missing, leaving only a few words.

Feng Xi flipped back to the table of contents and checked it carefully.

"Hmm... Fierce Beast Tribulation? It's there."

"Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation? That's there too."

"Dao-Demon Tribulation? The section is a bit short? But it's there."

"Huh? And then? Then it's gone?"

Flipping to the last page of the book, it clearly read--

"Rahu was defeated and perished, sacrificing himself, vowing to curse--"

"When the Dao flourishes, the Demon declines; when the Dao declines, the Demon flourishes... he will return one day, shatter the Great Thousand, and slaughter all living beings!"

"Very good, these words are very demonic, very much like the Demon Ancestor."

And then... it ended.

Just like that, it ended!

It was as if the words spoken in the prologue were just Bai Ze, drunk, casually picking up his brush to write.

"Hiss!"

Feng Xi suddenly shivered, a chill coursing through his heart.

"What exactly happened... that even a Great Divine Ability User like Bai Ze was terrified? Afraid to record it, and instead chose to gloss over it so hastily?"

"There is a great terror within history!"

He was terrified.

--If Bai Ze didn't dare to explain the specifics, was he, with his small frame, tired of living to dare to pry into it?

"I... I'll just pretend I didn't see anything."

At this moment, Feng Xi achieved enlightenment in a divine ability, named--Selective Blindness.

He cast a spell of blindness upon himself and immediately felt much more at ease.

Knowing too much was also a form of trouble.

When the trouble disappeared, Feng Xi could happily continue reading.

He perused this Chronicles of the Primordial Era, feeling the dedication and greatness of the Innate Divine Beings from between the lines.

What glorious and righteous Overgods they were!

They were the defenders of world order, sacrificing their lives and shedding their blood to protect the Primordial Era and guard all beings, standing firm on the front lines against the fierce beasts, never retreating.

The fierce beasts slaughtered countless beings and caused widespread destruction... Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of the Innate Divine Beings, this race was finally nearly eradicated, reducing them to a protected species.

They were the founders of civilization--when the heavens and earth first opened, everything was shrouded in primal chaos.

Cultivation techniques?

They didn't exist.

In today's Primordial Era, the existence of such a prosperous and flourishing cultivation civilization, with countless wondrous divine abilities and spells, is precisely due to the Innate Divine Beings' repeated bloody trials, risking their lives to forge paths and create techniques!

Every Innate Divine Being is worthy of the respectful title "Dao Ancestor"!

"This isn't right?"

Feng Xi finished reading the Chronicles of the Primordial Era, looking completely bewildered and lost.

Every word in the book praised the greatness and flawlessness of the Innate Divine Beings. It was a brilliant chapter of the Human Dao's wisdom, an immortal and perfect epic!

"What happened to the dark history?" Feng Xi stroked his chin. "Why do I only see righteousness and glory?"

"And why has this book become a forbidden text?"

"And why, according to the common tales circulating outside, were most Innate Divine Beings born in this epoch and were Grand Unity beings from birth?"

Feng Xi reread it multiple times, trying to uncover some secrets.

Finally, he sensed something.

"Something's off..."

"These descriptions... are too fake, too unreal."

"They're perfect, like statues of gods enshrined, with a cold, detached benevolence, caring for all beings..."

Righteous and glorious Innate Divine Beings?

Nonsense!

Feng Xi wouldn't doubt that these beings possessed strong willpower and radiant hearts.

But to say they were all morally perfect and deeply concerned for all living things... How did the Witch-Demon War even start?

"This Chronicles of the Primordial Era is highly questionable?"

Feng Xi shook his head. "Its credibility has suddenly dropped significantly..."

"However, this can't be blamed on Bai Ze."

"After all, if he were to expose all the dark histories of every Grand Unity divine being..."

"He probably wouldn't see the sun the next day."

"Moreover, this individual has also hidden a profound mystery within the book."

"As long as I... read it in reverse!"

"Firmly grasping the core – shifting the blame – perhaps I can discover something."

"After all, a few hundred years ago, when nine scumbag teammates casually pinned the blame on me, they were so practiced!"

Having once stumbled upon the discarded integrity of some Great Divine Ability Users, Feng Xi had grown up overnight.

As the saying goes, learn from your mistakes; Feng Xi felt he was doing great now!

"History is written by the victors, and their stance naturally sides with the victors, then any blame can be thrown onto the losers."

"So, were the Fierce Beast tribes, with their heaven-defying power and boundless slaughter... truly responsible for all of it?"

"And the Dragon-Phoenix conflict... as they fought, the leaders of both sides were wiped out, yet their subordinates lived so freely. Are you sure it wasn't the Innate Divine Beings under them collectively sacrificing their leaders?"

"The Dao-Demon Tribulation, Rahu went on a killing spree, eliminating thousands of Grand Unity beings, and even nearly destroyed the Primordial Era, to reset the elements and start anew..."

"Are you sure there weren't Innate Divine Beings seeking revenge against each other, striking deadly blows... and then simply dumping the death list onto Rahu?"

"Please bear this burden... you can't object anyway."

They were already dead, utterly gone, how could they open their mouths to refute?