After settling the matters concerning the Human Race in Pangu Hall, Qingxuan did not stay long.
He bade farewell to Houtu, who was still immersed in the joy of obtaining her Primordial Spirit and comprehending reincarnation, as well as the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were rubbing their fists and preparing to select warriors to establish contact with the Human Race. With a flash, Qingxuan appeared on the shore of the East Sea, at the Human Ancestral Land.
Under the guidance and protection of the Human Teachings, the Human Race had now multiplied into dozens of tribes, both large and small, with a population exceeding ten million. Though they remained weak, they had begun to take shape.
Fuxi truly lived up to his future title as the Human Race's Heavenly Emperor. The Human Race's rapid development could not have happened without his contributions.
At the center of the Human Ancestral Land, a simple yet solemn assembly hall had already been built.
When Fuxi saw Qingxuan arrive, he put down the bone slip in his hand, concern evident on his face.
"Martial Nephew, how did things go at the Heavenly Court? I sensed Sage's Might surging from afar, and I couldn't help feeling uneasy."
Qingxuan briefly recounted the farce of the Heavenly Marriage and the conflicts that followed. Fuxi's brows knitted tightly as he listened, and in the end, he sighed.
"If so, I'm afraid the Demon Race and our side will have no room for reconciliation from now on."
"Martial Uncle needn't worry."
Qingxuan consoled him.
"If the Human Race wants to develop, it will inevitably have to deal with the Demon Race. It's only a matter of sooner or later. I came this time because there's something else I want to tell you."
He then explained the matter of the