Fuxi's reputation spread throughout Human Race like a spring breeze, and more and more Human Race tribes benefited from his wisdom.
Feng Gun Tribe became increasingly powerful and became the well-deserved core of the surrounding area. Fuxi was also honored as "Wise One" and even "Prophet" by various tribes.
However, Fuxi, who was sitting in the tribe and being admired by all the people, did not feel much joy in his heart. Instead, he often stared at the sky, with a layer of unbreakable worry hanging between his brows.
He saw the abundance brought by the fishing nets, and also saw the sudden floods that destroyed their homes and displaced the tribesmen. He saw the warmth brought by the sturdy houses, and also saw the rivers drying up due to hot summer and drought, the earth cracking, and the tribesmen dying of hunger and thirst. He saw the hope of inheritance brought by writing, and he also saw the helplessness and lamentation of the tribesmen when wild beasts attacked at night and epidemics spread.
Natural disaster!
These natural forces that are beyond human control are like sharp swords hanging over Human Race's head. They may fall at any time, destroying everything he has worked so hard for, and taking away countless fresh lives.
After every disaster, looking at the grief-stricken faces of the tribesmen and the empty camp, Fuxi's heart felt as painful as being pricked by a needle.
"Just improving daily life is not enough..."
Fuxi stood beside Yellow River, looking at the turbid river water rolling eastward, and felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
"Human Race If you want to truly stand in this world, you must be able to predict good and bad luck and avoid disasters! You must master the laws of the movement of heaven and earth!"
This strong sense of distress for the people, like a key, began to touch the aura hidden deep in his Sea of Consciousness, sealed by Houtu with Reincarnation Secret Method.
Although the memory of True Spirit originating from Quasi-Saint Fuxi has not yet awakened, its instinctive understanding of the secrets of heaven, laws, and "Tao" has begun to ripple like a lake where stones have been thrown into it.
He became more and more obsessed with observing the sky.
It is no longer just curiosity, but a mission-like persistence.
He observed the movement of stars at night and the changes in wind and clouds during the day, recording the relationship between each alternation of the sun and the moon, the appearance and disappearance of the stars, the subsequent weather, phenology, and even the good and bad luck of the tribe.
He vaguely felt that behind the seemingly disordered natural phenomena, there seemed to be some kind of eternal "order" hidden.
However, mortal vision is limited after all.
The stars are far away and the secrets of heaven are obscure and difficult to understand.
With his extraordinary wisdom, he was able to sum up some superficial experiences, such as "the morning glow does not leave the house, but the sunset glow travels thousands of miles." For example, certain astrological signs may be related to seasonal changes.
But if we want to truly understand the mysteries of heaven and earth and predict large-scale disasters, we are still far away.
That crucial layer of fog can never be cleared away.
On this day, another heavy rain poured down without warning, and the water level in the Yellow River skyrocketed. Although Feng Gun Tribe suffered little damage due to its preparation in advance, a small tribe downstream that had good relations with the Feng Gun Tribe and had just learned to build sturdy houses was almost completely swallowed up by the flood because of its low-lying location.
When the news came, Fuxi stood in the rain for a long time, letting the cold rain wet his body, his heart filled with frustration and deeper longing.
"I need to look further... I need to truly understand the laws of how this world works!"
He looked up to the sky and shouted silently.
At the same time, Creation Heaven, who is high up, and Qingxuan, who is silently watching the growth of Fuxi, feel something in his heart.
Through the endless void, he saw Fuxi's figure in the heavy rain, saw the light in his eyes that was mixed with worry, unwillingness and strong curiosity, and also sensed the increasingly active aura fluctuations in his Sea of Consciousness depths.
"The time has come..."
Qingxuan whisper.
He knew that the accumulation and understanding of Fuxi's reincarnation had reached a critical point, and he needed a key "key" to help him open the door to the avenue.
And this key should be on the treasure that was the core of the demon clan's control of Grand Formation of the Stars, and it should also be on that Karma that was already doomed.
He did not disturb Nuwa, but quietly stood up, took one step forward, and disappeared from Creation Heaven, appearing on the edge of endless chaos in the outer sky.
After Witch-Demon Tribulation, the main force of the demon race, led by Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, escaped far away from the sky and found a relatively stable fragment of chaos. They used their supreme magic power to develop and operate it, named "Myriad Demon Realm". They recuperated here, licked their wounds, and no longer easily got involved in the rights and wrongs of the land of Primordial World.
Qingxuan stood in the chaos, Divine Sense spread out like mercury pouring down the ground, and soon locked onto a small world hidden behind layers of chaos and turbulence, exuding a weak but majestic evil spirit.
He did not force his way in, but condensed Divine Sense into a peaceful but clear voice, which penetrated the Myriad Demon Realm barrier and resounded first in the core area:
"Tai Yi Fellow Daoist, an old friend is here to visit. Can I meet him?"
In the core of the Myriad Demon Realm, in a magnificent palace built with star fragments and chaotic gold and stone, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The shadow of Chaos Bell above his head is slowly rotating, and the energy of chaos is falling down, nourishing himself and the nascent world.
The aura around him was more restrained and profound than during the Lich decisive battle. It was obvious that he had become more refined during these years of quiet practice.
Hearing the voice that came into his mind, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of surprise and vigilance flashed in his golden pupils.
This voice... is Qingxuan!
What is he doing to find me?
Although there are many doubts in his heart, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi knows that Qingxuan is so powerful that the current demon clan cannot easily offend him.
He pondered for a moment and then made a decision.
With a wave of his sleeves, Myriad Demon Realm's barrier opened a gap in the chaos, and a golden light shot out from it, turning into a golden bridge, extending to the feet of Qingxuan.
"Qingxuan Fellow Daoist is here. If you are not welcome from afar, please come in and say something."
The voice of Eastern Emperor Tai Yi also came from inside the circle, and there was no emotion or anger.
Qingxuan smiled slightly, stepped onto the golden bridge, and his figure followed Myriad Demon Realm.
I saw that although the world was not as prosperous as the Heavenly Court of the past, it still had mountains and rivers. Spiritual Veins was just formed, and countless monsters lived in it. When they saw the outsider Qingxuan, they all looked at it with either curiosity or awe.
Qingxuan followed Jieyin's golden light and first came to the palace where Eastern Emperor Tai Yi was located.
The two of them sat opposite each other, with a stone table between them, on which spiritual fruit and fairy wine had been placed.
"I wonder why fellow Daoist Qingxuan came here this time?"
Eastern Emperor Tai Yi answered straight to the point and looked at Qingxuan with sharp eyes.
He didn't think that Qingxuan came to him to drink tea and talk about Daoism.
Qingxuan did not beat around the bush, looked at Eastern Emperor Tai Yi and said slowly.
"I am here to borrow something from a fellow Daoist, to help a fellow Daoist uncover the secrets of heaven, and to find a way for Human Race to avoid disasters and strive for self-improvement."
"Borrowing things to help Human Race?"
Eastern Emperor Tai Yi frowned slightly, and the look of vigilance in his eyes became stronger.
"Fellow Daoist should know that there is an entanglement between our demon clan and Human Race, Karma. Forgive me for my words, there is no such thing. Besides, what can break the secret of heaven?"
Qingxuan looked calmly and spoke word by word.
"That thing is Innate Spiritual Treasure--River Diagram and Luo Book that was controlled by fellow Daoist brother Di Jun!"