Wei River The vision by the river lasted for three full days.
For three days, the stars did not fall and the earth's veins hummed. The Bagua phantom surrounding Fuxi gradually solidified and stabilized from the initial blurry flicker, and finally seemed to be the portal of Bashangou Tongtian, imprinted in the void, explaining the eight most original powers and images in the universe.
River Diagram and Luo Book was suspended in front of him, the brilliance flowed, and complemented the Bagua. Dao Charm rippled in circles like water waves, nourishing the land.
When the rising sun on the western day jumped out of the horizon and sprinkled the first ray of golden light on the earth, the surging aura around Fuxi gradually subsided, and the bright Bagua shadow and River Diagram and Luo Book turned into two streams of light, sinking into the center of his eyebrows and hiding deep in Sea of Consciousness.
He slowly opened his eyes.
There was no longer the confusion, pain, or sharp edge of wisdom in his eyes before, but a kind of bottomless calm and insight.
It was as if endless galaxies were arising and dying in front of his eyes, and mountains and rivers were rising and falling with his thoughts.
He raised his head to look at the sky, and saw that the clouds and clouds were rolling and swaying, all with their definite purpose; he bent down to look at the ground, and all the withered and flourishing grass and trees contained the truth.
All things in heaven and earth have no secrets in his eyes.
The aura of True Spirit that broke through the seal has been restrained, but the gains from this enlightenment have been completely integrated into his soul and become the foundation of his existence at this moment.
"It turns out that heaven and earth have their own order, and disasters also have their precursors."
Fuxi whispered to himself softly, his voice calm but carrying an unquestionable power.
"Human Race is weak, not because heaven wants to destroy our race, but because we have not yet understood the language of this world."
He stood up, dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, and looked firmly in the direction of the Feng Gun Tribe.
It's time to go back and turn this understanding into real power in the hands of the people.
When he returned to the tribe, the tribesmen were overjoyed to see that he had returned safely, and his temperament was completely different from before, more profound and majestic. They all gathered around him.
Fuxi didn't explain too much, he just summoned all the clan members.
In the open space in the center of the tribe, he used branches to draw the first symbol - the "Qian" hexagram representing heaven.
"This image is the sky, strong and endless, symbolizing the founder, monarch, and fatherhood..."
His voice was clear and unhurried, and he covered everything from the most basic concepts of yin and yang, to the basic images of the Eight Diagrams, to how to observe the direction of the stars, turbulent winds and clouds, and changes in the earth's atmosphere to correspond to the evolution of the Eight Diagrams, thereby inferring good or bad luck and predicting the weather.
He did not teach esoteric cultivation methods, but turned the Bagua into a simple and practical "study of observation". How to judge wind and rain through the shape of clouds, how to determine solar terms through the movement of stars, how to sense the precursors of earthquakes and floods through animal movements and micro-tremors of earth veins...
At first, the tribesmen were confused, but Fuxi was very patient. He took the recent wind, rain, and flood disasters as examples, reversely deduced the various phenomena of heaven and earth before they occurred, and confirmed them one by one.
When the abstract hexagrams are connected with the living reality, the eyes of the tribesmen gradually light up with the light of enlightenment.
"It turns out that before that heavy rain, the eastern stars were indeed dark and unclear!"
"Yes, before the flood, I saw rats migrating on a large scale. At that time, I just thought it was strange..."
"The 'Kan' hexagram drawn by the leader represents water and danger. If you see its image in the southwest, does it mean that there is a danger of flooding in that direction?"
Sparks of wisdom began to sparkle among the crowd.
Fuxi Encourage them to observe, record, and verify.
He led the tribe to make the simplest observation tools, standing up a pole to watch the shadow to determine the time, observing the stars to identify the direction, and even began to try to use the method of burning tortoise shells to observe cracks to conduct more specific divination in order to deal with major decisions such as hunting and migration.
At first, this prediction was sometimes biased, but with the accumulation of experience and the deepening of the understanding of Bagua, the accuracy is getting higher and higher.
A few months later, when a large-scale thunderstorm brewed in the sky again, Feng Gun Tribe and the surrounding settlements had already noticed the clues several days in advance based on the observation method taught by Fuxi.
They fortified their houses, stocked up on food, and moved people and animals to higher ground.
When the storm hit as expected, the damage caused was minimal.
This time, there were no desperate cries, no helpless deaths.
The tribesmen were hiding in the sturdy houses, listening to the howling wind and rain outside. There was no longer fear in their eyes, but an unprecedented peace of mind and confidence.
For the first time, they felt that they could not only passively bear the power of God, but they could understand it and even... to a certain extent, avoid it!
As if the news had wings, it quickly spread throughout Yellow River Basin and even the Human Race settlement further away.
"Feng Gun Tribe's Fuxi has mastered the method of predicting misfortunes and blessings!"
"He can understand the secrets of the starry sky and understand the language of the earth!"
"If you follow him, you can avoid disaster and survive!"
Countless Human Race, who had suffered from natural disasters and were struggling on the edge of life and death, gathered in the direction of the Feng Gun Tribe with their last hope.
They brought respect, prayers, and scattered survival wisdom accumulated by their respective tribes.
Fuxi welcomes all comers. He carefully teaches the Bagua and at the same time absorbs the strengths of each tribe to continuously improve this Human Race's first systematic "knowledge system".
His reputation is no longer limited to the "wise man" who invented and created, but has become the "sage" who can communicate between heaven and earth and guide the direction.
Countless Human Race began to respectfully call him "Co-Lord".
Just when Fuxi's name was at its peak, Human Race Destiny showed a tendency to condense and flourish due to the emergence of Bagua.
Qingxuan, who is far away from Creation Heaven, feels the fluctuation of Human Race Destiny.
As Human Dao Guardian, I am particularly sensitive to the changes of Human Race Destiny.
His eyes fell on the new-looking Feng Gun Tribe, and on Fuxi who was surrounded by people and had gossip Dao Charm circulating around him.
He clearly felt that Human Race's destiny, which was originally scattered like sand, was condensing and rising at an unprecedented speed with Fuxi as the core!
The fire of civilization ignited by the spread of gossip has spread like a prairie fire.
This is not only the improvement of survival skills, but also the awakening of a group's spirit and the establishment of self-confidence!
Qingxuan's body swayed and turned into a stream of cyan light, crossing the sky quietly and heading towards Human Ancestral Land.
Arriving at the ancestral temple, Qingxuan appeared.
Three Ancestors of Humanity saw Qingxuan arriving and hurriedly came forward to pay his respects.
"Seen Holy Father!"
"I wonder if Holy Father is here. What instructions do you have?"
Qingxuan waved his hand and took out a seal.
The seal is neither gold nor jade, and is dark-yellow in color. Nine dragons are coiled around it, intertwined to form buttons. There is a talisman of the great road looming on the seal base. It exudes a majestic aura that governs All Spirits and controls the rise and fall of humanity - it is the innate Human Race Destiny supreme treasure, Kongtong Seal!
"Fuxi plays Bagua, enlightens the people's wisdom, and gathers luck. The opportunity for Co-Lord of the Human Race to appear in this world has arrived! This is Kongtong Seal, the most precious treasure of humanity. It should come out with Co-Lord, Dingding Human Race Qiankun! You hold the seal and go to the Feng Gun Tribe, tell the world Human Race, respect Fuxi as the world's Co-Lord, and create a new era of Human Race!"
This seal was taken by Qingxuan before Fuxi differentiated his soul and reincarnated, for now.
Three Ancestors of Humanity felt the vast aura of humanity in Kongtong Seal, as well as the rising imperial aura in the distance that could carry the future of the entire Human Race. They looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.
"Good!"
"That's how it should be!"
"Our clan is in high demand!"
Three Ancestors responded in unison, and the sound shook the entire ancestral temple.
Youchao Shi stepped forward and solemnly took Kongtong Seal from Qingxuan.
"We sincerely comply with the decree of Holy Father and will go to the Feng Gun Tribe."
The next moment, the glory of the ancestral temple soared into the sky. The three Human Race clans carried Kongtong Seal, which symbolized the Human Race orthodoxy and destiny. Under the astonished and then fanatical gazes of countless clansmen, it turned into three dazzling streams of light, like comets piercing the sky, solemnly and quickly galloping away in the direction of the Feng Gun Tribe!