Emperor Yan's life had been bitter.
Especially Nine Nine Nine—Qing Jia, this Emperor Yan.
He had risen from an insignificant alternate account and gradually earned Feng Xi's regard, but... that regard had been far too heavy.
He had entered the cycle of reincarnation and shouldered the burden of the dead souls.
He had burned away his true self and buried Di Jun.
He had worked diligently, rising early and retiring late. Everything he had thought, done, and pursued had been almost entirely for all living beings under Heaven, for the dream of Human Dao!
In the end, he had fallen on this path and died a worthy death.
Yet all living beings had gradually blurred the symbol of Emperor Yan, honoring only the name Shennong.
What had he been after?
Nothing at all.
He was not someone like Feng Xi, a Human Dao Spokesperson who possessed supreme authority and power.
Even after becoming Emperor Yan, he had merely served as a substitute.
Sometimes, he had even needed to perform before Houtu against his conscience.
Everything he had sought and pursued throughout his life had ultimately turned into nothing more than a blessing!
He had blessed Human Dao, using his own life to force open a path for all living beings.
Until he fell halfway down that road, never even seeing the destination!
He had enjoyed little fortune. He had spent his life rushing about and toiling.
It was as though he had been a miniature reflection of the countless living beings of this era.
Struggling in the mire of the age, fighting through the hardships of the epoch, taking up the gifts left by those before them and opening a path for those after them... They had selflessly devoted themselves, yet in the end, those who came later could