Guang Chengzi left Kunlun Mountain and drove Jade Clarity Immortal Light all the way to the sky above Yellow River, which was winding and galloping like a giant dragon.
He pressed the cloud head, not revealing his identity as an immortal for the first time, but with a thought, the clear immortal light around him was restrained, and the Daoist robe that was flowing around his body turned into a slightly old but clean blue cloth robe. Fly Whisk was gently shaken in his hand, making him look like a Daoist traveling in the West with an immortal style.
He kept in mind Primordial Heavenly Venerate's instructions to be careful when searching for Human Emperor and not to disturb Nuwa and Qingxuan, let alone cause unnecessary commotion to Human Race.
Transforming yourself into a wandering Daoist is the least likely way to attract attention.
Guang Chengzi walked slowly along the Yellow River shore, his eyes seemingly casually scanning the Human Race tribes he saw along the way.
These tribes vary in size, some are built on mountains, and some live by water. Most of the tribesmen wear simple animal skins or coarse linen clothing, and are engaged in fishing, hunting, gathering, or preliminary farming. Although their lives are difficult, they also reveal a vigorous vitality.
He was not in a hurry to use his magical powers to explore, but like a true wanderer, when he met women fetching water by the river, men working in the fields, and children playing outside the tribe, he would come up to pay homage and chat a few words gently.
"The God of Infinite Blessings, the poor Daoist is a wandering person. Passing by your land, I saw that this place is very popular. I wonder which tribe it is?"
Guang Chengzi has a gentle voice with a reassuring temperament.
At first, when Human Race people saw this Daoist's extraordinary temperament, they were a little in awe.
But seeing that he was amiable and spoke calmly, he gradually let down his guard.
"In reply to the Daoist priest, this is Zhulu Tribe."
"Daoist Priest, we belong to the Qingqiu Tribe."
"We are Youxiong Clan..."
Guang Chengzi wrote them down one by one, and at the same time asked seemingly casually about the customs and customs of each tribe, whether there were any strange things, or if there were any extraordinary people.
He asked questions cleverly, and they were all trivial matters that had no trace.
The responses from most tribes were quite ordinary, nothing more than praising the bravery of their hunters or saying that this year's harvest was acceptable.
However, as he got closer to the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River and mentioned "amazing people", a name became mentioned more and more frequently.
"If you want to talk about a capable person? That must be Feng Gun Tribe's Fuxi Wise One!"
"Fuxi Wise One? That's amazing! He taught us how to weave nets for fishing and how to build strong houses!"
"Yes, yes! Fuxi Wise One also invented writing, which can remember things!"
"It's not just that! Our tribe suffered from the plague last year, and Fuxi Wise One taught us how to identify herbs, so we survived!"
"I heard that even the big tribes that are far away from us have sent people to ask Fuxi Wise One for advice!"
When talking about Fuxi, the faces of these ordinary tribesmen all showed reverence and gratitude, and their words were filled with pride.
They carefully described Fuxi's deeds to Guang Chengzi, from the fishing nets and houses that improved Human Race's survival tools, to the writing that was the cornerstone of civilization, to the wisdom of identifying herbs and mediating tribal disputes, and they seemed to regard him as their leader.
Guang Chengzi Listening to these descriptions, I gradually started to think twice.
He is young, has superior wisdom, has a great reputation, and improves Human Race's survival... These characteristics are highly consistent with the characteristics of the "Emperor" described by Master Primordial Heavenly Venerate!
Moreover, Feng Gun Tribe is in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, and the position is roughly the same.
"It seems that, nine times out of ten, this is Feng Gun Tribe's Fuxi..."
Guang Chengzi was convinced and decided to go to the Feng Gun Tribe to see it with his own eyes.
He thanked the clansman who informed him, Fly Whisk waved, and walked slowly in the direction of the Feng Gun Tribe.
However, Guang Chengzi didn't know that from the moment he stepped into Yellow River Basin and transformed into a Daoist and began to inquire about the news, his every move had fallen into the eyes of the two Moon Goddess.
In a quiet valley, in front of Xihe and Chang Xi, a water mirror was condensed with divine power. The mirror clearly reflected the scene of Guang Chengzi transforming into a Daoist, talking to Human Race, and finally heading towards the Feng Gun Tribe.
Chang Xi looked at Guang Chengzi's figure in the mirror, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Sister, this person is Guang Chengzi, a disciple of Saint Primordial. He is not cultivating at Kunlun. At this moment, he has incarnated and came to the Human Race area to inquire about what he wants to do? Moreover, he seems... to go to Fuxi?"
Although they live in seclusion, they still know a few well-known disciples of Primordial World.
Although Guang Chengzi changed his body shape, in the eyes of Xihe Changxi and Quasi-Sage Great Power, this transformation technique was useless.
Xihe's eyes were calm, looking at Guang Chengzi's seemingly peaceful look in the water mirror, but in fact there was a look of scrutiny and exploration deep in his eyes, and he slowly spoke.
"Primordial Heavenly Venerate has always been at odds with fellow Daoists Empress Nuwa and Qingxuan, especially after Kunlun's disastrous defeat in discussing Daoism. Now Human Race is on the rise, and Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors is about to appear. This is a place of immeasurable luck and merit."
She paused, her tone filled with a hint of understanding and coldness.
"How could Primordial Heavenly Venerate be willing to sit back and watch this huge opportunity fall completely into the hands of sister Nuwa and fellow Daoist Qingxuan? He couldn't figure out the exact whereabouts of Fellow Daoist Fuxi, but he must have roughly done it through some way. Knowing the area where the Emperor came to this world, I sent this Guang Chengzi here just to be the first to find Fuxi, to form a so-called 'good relationship', and even to try to exert influence to lead this luck and merit to him Chan Teachings."
Chang Xi heard this and nodded suddenly, then a trace of worry appeared on his face.
"I see. Then... how should we respond? If Guang Chengzi is allowed to come into contact with Fuxi first, and with Chan Teachings's methods, I'm afraid..."
Xihe shook his head, but a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry. The essence of True Spirit of Fellow Daoist Fuxi is Quasi-Saint, and it is also protected by Reincarnation Secret Method of Empress Houtu. Its Daoist heart is firm and cannot be shaken easily. Besides, with you and me here, how can we let him succeed easily?"
She turned her gaze to River Diagram and Luo Book, who was floating aside, with the stars shining brighter and brighter, and said softly.
"Guang Chengzi came just in time. His move made the arrival of 'opportunity' seem more logical. We just need to wait and see what happens, and before he tries to get close to Fuxi, we can deliver this 'god-given' opportunity to Fuxi."
Chang Xi looked at Xihe's calm expression, and the worries in his heart gradually dissipated, and he nodded.
The two goddesses looked at each other and smiled, looking at the water mirror again, waiting for the coming critical moment that will determine the fate of Emperor Human Race.
Guang Chengzi, on the other hand, knew nothing about this, and still harbored the ambition to make a contribution to Chan Teachings, walking towards the Feng Gun Tribe step by step, and into the chess game that had been prepared for him.