In the end, the Dragon Ancestor bit the dust.
The Phoenix Saint got killed off.
As for Nuwa, Fuxi, Jieyin, Kunpeng, Hong Yun... they continued to live it up in this era.
So, who was the victor?
"Powerful strength doesn't necessarily make one the winner... The one who laughs last is the victor!"
Feng Xi gained some insight.
"Azure Dragon and Primordial Phoenix ruled over all the gods, yet ultimately vanished without a trace... Hmm, that's not quite right?"
"Could those two have invested in the Human Race later on?"
The dragon totem among the Twelve Zodiac Animals was undoubtedly the return on the Dragon Ancestor's investment, leaving a vivid mark in the Human Race's inheritance.
As for the Phoenix, it had always been deeply revered and loved by the people. Through it, countless words of praise had been entrusted to express their feelings.
Compared to the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Lineage seemed to have lived more freely.
Mythological history was complicated, alliances and conflicts were hopelessly tangled, and who could possibly sort it all out?
Fortunately, through this book, the Chronicles of the Primordial Era compiled by Bai Ze, Feng Xi was able to glimpse a corner of the truth and learn a little of what had happened behind the scenes.
However, regrettably, at the very end of the prologue, there was a line of text with both its beginning and end removed. It became the greatest flaw in the entire work, ruining its aesthetic appeal.
The beginning and end had been cut away, leaving "****" symbols everywhere...
Feng Xi swore on his own character that he absolutely hadn't been doing repeated slow-motion movements with his left and right hands, weakening his body until his vision became blurry.
Rather, the already heavily armored cavalry had been covered with a layer of mosaic from the start.
Feng Xi's curiosity stirred. He pulled out a magnifying glass and used his Heavenly Eye Divine Ability, but... it was completely useless.
Those words hadn't been manually covered up and erased. They had been wiped out at the root, so that later generations would never know of them.
It was as though Bai Ze had written them that way from the beginning, cutting away their heads and tails and leaving behind only a few words.
Feng Xi turned back to the table of contents and checked it carefully.
"Hmm... the Fierce Beast Tribulation? It's there."
"The Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation? That's there too."
"The Dao-Demon Tribulation? This section is a little short, isn't it? But it's there as well."
"Huh? What comes after that? There's nothing after that?"
When he flipped to the final page of the book, he saw these words written clearly—
"Rahu was defeated and perished. Using his body as a sacrifice, he swore a curse—"
"As the Dao rises and the demons decline, and the Dao declines while the demons rise... one day, he will return, destroy the myriad worlds, and slaughter all living beings!"
Very good. That speech was thoroughly demonic, thoroughly worthy of the Demon Ancestor.
And then... nothing.
It just ended there!
It was as though the words in the prologue had merely been written on a whim after Bai Ze had drunk too much.
"Gasp!"
Feng Xi suddenly shuddered, and a chill surged into his heart.
"What exactly happened... to make even a Great Divine Ability User like Bai Ze afraid? Why did he dare not record it, choosing instead to brush it off so carelessly?"
"There's a great terror hidden in history!"
He was terrified.
—Even Bai Ze hadn't dared to explain the matter in detail. Was he tired of living to think he could stick his little body into it?
"I... I'd better pretend I saw nothing."
At that moment, Feng Xi comprehended a divine ability. Its name was—Selective Blindness.
He cast a blinding spell on himself, and immediately felt much more at ease.
Knowing too much was also a kind of trouble.
Once the trouble disappeared, Feng Xi could happily continue reading.
As he read through this Chronicles of the Primordial Era, he sensed the dedication and greatness of the Innate Divine Beings between the lines.
What a group of noble, glorious, and righteous supreme divine beings they were!
They were defenders of the world's order. To protect the Primordial World and safeguard the Myriad Spirits, they had thrown themselves into the breach and shed their blood, standing firmly at the very front of the battle against the fierce beasts, never once retreating.
The fierce beasts had slaughtered countless living beings and caused destruction on a massive scale... Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of the Innate Divine Beings, that race had nearly been exterminated, reduced to a protected species of great rarity.
They were the founders of civilization—the Beginning of Heaven and Earth had been shrouded in ignorance and chaos.
Cultivation techniques?
They hadn't existed.
The Primordial World of today possessed such a prosperous Cultivation Civilization and countless wondrous divine abilities and spells precisely because the Innate Divine Beings had made repeated bloody attempts, risking their lives to open the path and create the techniques!
Every Innate Divine Being was worthy of the honored title of "Dao Ancestor"!
"This doesn't seem right?"
After finishing the Chronicles of the Primordial Era, Feng Xi wore a blank look, his eyes filled with confusion.
From beginning to end, every word in the book praised the greatness and purity of the Innate Divine Beings. It was a glorious chapter in the development of Human Dao consciousness, a perfect epic that would endure for all eternity!
"Where's the promised dark history?" Feng Xi stroked his chin. "Why have I only seen glorious righteousness?"
"And why did this book become a forbidden text?"
"And why do the rumors circulating outside claim that most Innate Divine Beings were born in this era, and that they were born as Great Luo?"
Feng Xi read through it again and again, trying to uncover some hidden secret.
At last, he noticed something.
"Something's wrong..."
"These descriptions... are too fake, too unrealistic."
"They're perfect, like statues of gods placed on altars—cold and merciful, loving and protective toward all living beings..."
Glorious and righteous Innate Divine Beings?
What nonsense!
Feng Xi didn't doubt that these people had firm wills and brilliant hearts.
But if they were all paragons of virtue, each worrying about the fate of all living beings... then how had the Witch-Demon War started?
"This Chronicles of the Primordial Era is seriously problematic."
Feng Xi shook his head. "Its credibility has plummeted..."
"Still, this can't really be blamed on Bai Ze."
"After all, if he truly exposed all the dark histories of every Grand Unity Divine Being..."
"He probably wouldn't live to see the sun the next day."
"Besides, this person hid a mystery in the book."
"As long as I... read it backward!"
"Grasp the core firmly—shift the blame onto someone else, and perhaps I'll be able to discover something."
"After all, when those nine bastard teammates casually pinned the blame on me several hundred years ago, they were incredibly practiced at it!"
Having once been lucky enough to witness the moral principles of several Great Divine Ability Users scattered all over the place, Feng Xi had grown up overnight.
As the saying went, one learned from experience, and Feng Xi felt he was doing just great now!
"History is written by the victors. Naturally, its position stands with the victors, and any black pot can be thrown onto the heads of the defeated."
"So, with the fierce beast race being this monstrously powerful and having killed countless people... did they really kill all of them?"
"And the Dragon-Phoenix conflict... the two sides fought until all their top experts were wiped out, yet their subordinates lived so freely. Are we sure it wasn't the Innate Divine Beings under them who collectively sacrificed their leaders?"
"As for the Dao-Demon Tribulation, Rahu went on a killing spree, taking down thousands of Great Luo and nearly destroying the Primordial World, recreating the forces of water, fire, and wind and remaking Heaven and Earth..."
"Are we sure the Innate Divine Beings weren't settling personal grudges and striking each other down... before simply tossing the death list onto Rahu's head?"
"Please carry this black pot for us... It's not as though you can voice any objections anyway."
They were all dead—thoroughly dead. How could they open their mouths to argue?
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