The saint came into the world, and the sky was full of auspiciousness. Although the purple air and fragrance that shrouded the cave gradually dissipated, the movement caused by it had already alarmed Feng Gun Tribe not far away.
At first, when the people in the tribe saw the natural phenomenon in that direction, they thought it was the "Demonic Fetus" carried by Huaxu that had caused a greater disaster. They were all frightened and closed their doors tightly.
However, after waiting for a long time, no evil spirits or disasters were seen. On the contrary, some sharp-eyed tribesmen saw from a distance that the direction of the cave was filled with auspicious glow and a refreshing and peaceful atmosphere.
The elders and wizards in the tribe were shocked and confused. After discussion, they decided to send a few bold young people to investigate.
These young people approached the cave cautiously and did not see the monster they imagined. Instead, they saw Huaxu holding a baby in his arms and sitting peacefully on a flat bluestone outside the cave.
The baby was carved from pink and jade, with bright eyes. He was quietly observing Western Zhou. There seemed to be clear light flowing around his body. One look at it and he knew it was extraordinary.
And Huaxu's face, although weathered, has an unprecedented tranquility and brilliance, and does not look like it is haunted by evil spirits at all.
"Huaxu... Are you and the child okay?"
A young man asked bravely.
Huaxu raised his head and looked at these former tribesmen. There was no resentment in his eyes, only a sense of peace and a touch of compassion after suffering.
She revealed Empress Nuwa as a saint and personally decreed that the child in her arms would be the future Human Race emperor. She slowly told the story.
"...Holy Mother said that this son is the reincarnation of a great sage from ancient times. He will uphold the destiny and lead me, Human Race, to prosperity in the future. In the past, we mistakenly blamed the blessings of the gods."
Huaxu's voice was not loud, but like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, it set off huge waves in the hearts of several young people!
Holy Mother appears! The Emperor comes to the world!
These few words seemed to have magic power, making them instantly forget their previous fears and prejudices, leaving only unparalleled shock and ecstasy!
They quickly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Huaxu and the baby in her arms, and then rushed back to the tribe like wind under their feet to report the news.
When the news came back to the Feng Gun Tribe, the whole tribe was excited!
The panic and guilt that had previously driven Huaxu away were instantly replaced by the tremendous glory that fell from the sky.
The clan leader personally led all the tribesmen, holding the best food and animal skins in the tribe, to the cave, knelt down respectfully on the ground, and begged Huaxu and the "Emperor" to return to the tribe.
Huaxu looked at these familiar faces in front of her and had mixed feelings in her heart, but she knew that her children's future growth would be inseparable from the support of her tribe.
She nodded lightly, and under the eyes of the tribesmen with great reverence, she hugged the child named "Fuxi" and returned to the Feng Gun Tribe.
The place she lives in is no longer the simple thatched hut she originally lived in, but the most spacious and sturdiest house built in the center of the tribe. The tribesmen take turns bringing the freshest food and water every day, and take good care of her.
As a child, Fuxi grew up in such a respected yet relatively natural environment.
He was not arrogant because of his status as "Emperor", but was calmer and more studious than ordinary children.
He was able to speak at the age of three, and his speech was clear and organized. He often asked questions that even the elders of the tribe could not answer, such as why the sun and moon rise in the east and set in the west, and why the seasons in the west repeat in cycles.
His greatest pleasure is observing all things in nature.
He observed birds building nests and thought about the exquisiteness of their structures; he observed fish swimming in the water and thought about the agility of their postures; he observed the trajectory of stars and tried to find out the patterns.
As he grew older, Fuxi began to apply his observations to the life of the tribe.
He saw that the tribesmen mostly relied on bare hands or simple sticks and stone spears to fish, which was inefficient and dangerous.
One day, he was sitting by the river and saw a spider building a web among the branches of a tree, and flying insects were stuck when they touched the web.
With a flash of inspiration, he found flexible vines, imitated the structure of a spider web, and woven it into Human Race, the first fishing net in history!
The emergence of fishing nets has greatly improved the efficiency and safety of fishing, making the tribe's food source more stable.
He saw that the houses the tribesmen lived in were low and dark, unable to withstand wind, rain and cold.
He then observed the structure of caves in the mountains and the way bird nests were built, and instructed the tribesmen to use soil mixed with vegetation to build stronger walls, and to use stronger trees and thatch to build more spacious houses that could provide better protection from wind and rain.
He also found that tribes mostly relied on knotting ropes to record events, which could easily be confused and forgotten over time.
He then tried to use sharp stone tools to carve different symbols on tortoise shells and animal bones to represent different things and quantities. This was the most primitive prototype of writing. Although crude, it brought revolutionary changes to the inheritance of knowledge.
Everything Fuxi does actually improves the lives of the people.
The fishing nets he invented, the improved houses, and the first writing were like sparks of civilization, ignited in the Feng Gun Tribe, and quickly spread to other surrounding tribes with their powerful practicality and superiority.
At first, people from other tribes just heard that Feng Gun Tribe was a "prodigy" who invented many novel and useful things.
Some tribes have a try mentality and send people to learn how to weave fishing nets or how to build houses.
When they saw with their own eyes that although Fuxi was young, his speech and behavior were full of wisdom and he could give insightful insights and solutions to various problems, they were all convinced.
"Fuxi of the Feng Gun Tribe is the reincarnation of Great Power!"
"The nets he taught us to weave have allowed us to catch twice as many fish as before!"
"If you build a house according to the method he said, you will no longer be afraid of the cold wind in winter!"
"Those symbols carved on bones can really remember a lot of things!"
The voice of praise, like the water of the Yellow River, gathers from various tribes and then flows to farther places.
The name Fuxi is no longer limited to the Feng Gun Tribe, but has begun to spread along the coast of the Yellow River, and even in the wider Human Race settlement area.
More and more tribes who encounter difficulties will send people to the Feng Gun Tribe to ask for advice from this young Wise One.
When people ask for advice, Fuxi never hides his secrets, but always explains and demonstrates patiently. His wisdom, his selflessness, and everything he has done for the survival and development of Human Race have earned him an increasingly high reputation.
People began to regard him not only as a smart inventor, but also as a natural leader, the hope that could lead Human Race to a better future.
As a result, Feng Gun Tribe's reputation has grown, and it has gradually become the de facto center of many surrounding tribes.
But the young man Fuxi, who was sitting in the tribe, still observing the world and deducing the truth every day, did not know that he was walking step by step along the established path towards the throne of "Emperor", and also towards the opportunity of enlightenment that his body Fuxi Quasi-Saint was looking forward to.
Human Race's fire of civilization is in his hands, burning brighter and brighter.