Behind every successful Nuwa, there was a Human Dao essence who silently contributed.
On the stage of the era, the traces Feng Xi had left were shallow and faint—but that was only how they appeared.
Feng Xi's contributions on behalf of the Human Dao had been immense... Yet often, those achievements either went uncredited or were transferred to others, split among far too many identities.
During the first half of the era, he had been the one who united the reincarnation factions; he had been the one who bore the sins of the Netherworld; he had been the one who planned the Five Luck Dao Masters. After the Witch-Demon Era, he had been the one who withstood the Demon Clan's frenzied attacks, the one who sent Chong Hua to his grave, the one who guided Ancestor Minghe Mo to kill Heaven and prove the Dao. During the Blood Sacrifice Era, he had still been the one who completed the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation... Unfortunately, each of these achievements had been inherited by different identities.
It had been an unavoidable choice.
Earlier, although he had arrived in this world and possessed Human Dao authority... the Human Dao of that time was still gravely ill, its mind deranged. How much help could it have given him?
He had been destined to keep a low profile and lie low. Even with great achievements, he had not dared to gather them all upon himself.
Otherwise...
He might not even have survived until now. Perhaps he would have choked to death on water several times over!
Killed by assassination!
It was not as though he had never suffered that fate!
The lessons of his youth had taught him the ruthlessness of the Ancient God Great Sages. Whenever necessary, someone would absolutely break through the limits