Once the determination was made, Fuxi no longer hesitated at all.
He knows very well that the opportunity in Primordial World is fleeting. At this moment, he clearly understands the Dao and has a clear heart. It is the best time to take this dangerous move.
He looked at Nuwa and Qingxuan with solemn expressions.
"Without further delay, I would like to ask my sister and fellow Daoist Qingxuan to protect me."
Nuwa nodded solemnly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but it was more of trust and support for his brother.
She waved her jade hand lightly, and Qi of Creation spread out, instantly covering the entire palace, isolating the inside and outside, preventing any breath from leaking out and interfering with the outside world.
At the same time, the phantom of Rivers and Mountains Painting slowly unfolded on the top of the palace, hanging down thousands of diamond-like brilliance, stabilizing the space, and anchoring the earth, water, fire, and wind.
Qingxuan also took a step forward, his expression slightly calm. Although the aura around his body did not completely explode, an invisible force field spread out, which complemented Nuwa's restriction, further ensuring the absolute safety of this place.
He nodded slightly to Fuxi, indicating that he could start.
Fuxi sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and concentrated, adjusting his state to its peak.
Quasi-Saint level of vast mana is flowing through the body, and the light of Primordial Spirit illuminates the entire Sea of Consciousness.
After a while, he pinched the mysterious magic formula with his hand, and the aura around his body suddenly became introverted, as if it had turned into a silent volcano.
Immediately afterwards, in the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, a bright light that condensed his lifelong cultivation and Dao Charm suddenly lit up!
The light is not dazzling, but it contains indescribable mystery and depth, which is the origin of its soul.
The pain of dividing the soul, especially stripping True Spirit from its original core, is far more painful than the physical body!
Fuxi's face was instantly distorted, veins popped up on his forehead, big beads of sweat rolled down, and his body started to tremble slightly.
But he gritted his teeth and made no sound. Only the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white, showing how much pain he was suffering.
He carefully guided that spiritual light, like the most precise sculptor, using his own understanding of humanity as a knife, and his involvement with Human Race's Karma as a guide, and slowly peeled off a trace of spiritual light that was thinner than a hair, but pure to the extreme, from the bright source.
This process is slow and painful.
With each trace peeled off, Fuxi's true aura becomes weaker and his face becomes paler. Although the stripped True Spirit is weak, it seems to contain infinite potential for vitality and wisdom, lingering around its fingertips, emitting a hazy clear light.
Nuwa looked on from the side with heartache, clenching his jade hands tightly, Qi of Creation surging all over his body, ready to take action at any time to stabilize Fuxi's origin.
Qingxuan looked calmly, carefully observing the stripped True Spirit to ensure that it was pure and not tainted with any domineering aura of Innate Divine Beings, fully in line with the standards for being thrown into human reincarnation.
I don't know how long it took, it seemed like just a moment, and it seemed like an eternity.
When the complete trace of True Spirit was completely peeled off and suspended on the fingertips of Fuxi, he seemed to have collapsed, his breath dropped to the bottom, his face was as pale as paper, and he could barely maintain his sitting posture.
But his eyes were shining with excitement and anticipation.
That wisp of True Spirit is small but tough. It seems that there are countless tiny Bagua runes inside it. It carries his fundamental understanding of the deduction of civilization and the hexagrams of heaven and earth. It is the foundation for the rise of his future reincarnation.
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life..."
Fuxi's voice was hoarse and weak. He held up the clear True Spirit on his fingertips and looked at Qingxuan.
"Next, I'll ask fellow Daoist Qingxuan."
He knew that to go to the underworld, communicate about reincarnation, ensure that this ray of True Spirit is accurately put into humanity, and arrange the corresponding "destiny method", among all the people present, only Qingxuan, who has a good relationship with Empress Houtu and is also Great Emperor Fengdu in the underworld, is the best candidate.
Qingxuan nodded solemnly, took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and a soft force supported the trembling True Spirit.
He could feel the fragility and potential contained in it, and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I will personally protect fellow Daoist True Spirit into reincarnation to ensure that nothing goes wrong."
Qingxuan promised.
"I will also arrange the place of birth for your reincarnation, 'Karma', so that it can grow smoothly and have the opportunity to come into contact with the things that it needs to understand and change in the future."
The so-called Karma is to give this rootless True Spirit a thread of destiny in advance, such as being born near a specific tribe that is about to face changes or has a special inheritance, so that it "coincidentally" comes into contact with fishing and hunting, farming, or some kind of difficult problem that requires calculation, thus naturally stimulating its hidden Daoist wisdom.
Fuxi heard this, the gratitude in his eyes became even stronger, and he nodded weakly.
"Everything... is thanks to you, fellow Daoist."
Nuwa also said softly.
"Qingxuan, be careful."
Qingxuan smiled at the two of them and didn't delay any longer.
He rolled up his sleeves and carefully put away the strand of True Spirit that carried Fuxi's hope for enlightenment and Human Race's destiny as the future emperor. The space around him fluctuated slightly, and he disappeared into the palace with one step, heading straight towards the Netherworld Underworld.
In the hall, only Fuxi with a weak breath and Nuwa who was protecting the law were left.
Nuwa quickly stepped forward, running Creative Vitality to warm and nourish Fuxi's exhausted soul and body, helping him stabilize his state and avoid falling.
Fuxi closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. Although he was weak, his Daoist mind was clearer than ever.
He could feel that the "barrier" that had hindered his progress had been loosened by most of it with the separation of True Spirit and the determination of the plan to join the WTO.
All that's left is to wait, to wait for the reincarnated body to experience growth in Human Race, to personally understand and feedback the missing "humanity".
"Sister, I feel... this is the right path."
Fuxi spoke slowly, although his voice was weak, there was a trace of determination.
Nuwa looked at his pale but glowing face, feeling filled with emotion in his heart, and nodded lightly.
"Brother will definitely succeed."
Among Human Ancestral Land, a major change related to the future was quietly completed.
And Qingxuan, carrying this tiny flame of hope, stepped into the dark and deep Netherworld to find the best starting point for this flame.
Primordial World The secret, at this moment, quietly deflected, pointing to the distant future where the emperor was about to be born.