East Sea Coast.
The palace city where the Human Race Co-Lord resided.
Upon the city walls.
A disheveled, scar-covered man was nailed to a cross.
This figure, his face filled with self-reproach and regret, suddenly let out wild laughter, his voice brimming with unwillingness, remorse, helplessness, and guilt.
"Hahahaha!"
"I was wrong!!"
"So all of this was the consequence of what I did!"
"It was all because of my self-righteousness! Because I became too arrogant!"
"If not for me, how could my teachers have fallen one after another? How could the Human Race have descended into division and civilizational decline?"
"It was all my fault, because I was far too conceited!!!!"
"So I really was wrong. I truly was wrong..."
Tears of regret flowed from his swollen eye sockets, murky and blackish-red. No one could tell whether they were tears or blood.
Fuxi was in incomparable agony.
After enduring such a wretched and tragic life, he had long since lost all hope of continuing to live.
The sole thought keeping him alive was simply his unwillingness to accept it.
He only wanted to kill Futian and rid the Human Race of a great scourge!!!
At that moment, Futian, the Human Race Co-Lord, happened to be leaving the city for a hunt.
He rode in a magnificent chariot forged from all manner of Immortal Gold Divine Materials and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Nine exotic beasts pulled it, while atop the chariot stood a palace as enormous as a mountain.
Within were Futian's three thousand beauties, ceremonial guards, musicians, and more.
It was exceedingly lavish.
The spectacle was astonishing.
Just then, Futian happened to hear Fuxi's shouting and roaring. He could not help but laugh. "Your life really is tough. After all these years, you still haven't died!"
"How could I