The History of the Human Emperor's Tribulation

After the Three Sovereigns Human Dao Saint, Guangchengzi gritted his teeth in hatred.

Unexpectedly, the Heavenly Dao of this Prehistoric World world did not suppress the Humanity Dao, and Ji Xuanyuan directly became Human Dao Saint.

This made him feel extremely unbalanced.

He possesses a system and is currently only at the early stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, while Ji Xuanyuan has risen from a mortal to Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal in just a hundred years.

Why should I?!

Looking at the Kongtong Seal in his hand, Ji Xuanyuan had already made a decision.

Before all the spirits of the Prehistoric World world, he gathered the power of Human Dao Saint and used the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand to shatter this supreme treasure.

"The Human Emperor?!"

Countless Human Race cried out in alarm.

This is a priceless treasure that embodies the Human Way Destiny; without it, the Human Race would lose its orthodox Humanity Dao.

Not only Human Race, but even Transmigrator like Guangchengzi were bewildered.

The Kongtong Seal disappeared in later generations, apparently because it was shattered by the Human Emperor himself.

Shouldn't Laozi have taken the Kongtong Seal to confine the Three Sovereigns in the Fire Cloud Cave to suppress the Human Race's destiny?

Could it be that because this Prehistoric World Hong Yun didn't die, there wasn't enough land to make room for the Three Sovereigns?

Or perhaps Hongjun of this Prehistoric World is too weak, still in the process of Dao Integration, and simply cannot spare the power to suppress the Humanity Dao.

The Transmigrator were completely baffled and could only attribute it to the butterfly effect caused by their own time travel.

Of all those present, only the Heavenly Emperor and the Earthly Emperor remained calm.

"There has never been an eternal protagonist in the Prehistoric World; the way of Humanity Dao is the way of all spirits, not just the way of the Human Race."

Heavenly Emperor Fuxi spoke slowly, as if recalling something.

The Earthly Emperor Shennong was not surprised by Ji Xuanyuan's actions at all. "If the Human Race can survive countless calamities, why would it need this Kongtong Seal?"

Ji Xuanyuan picked up the fragments of the Kongtong Seal and scattered them throughout the Prehistoric World.

The fragments of the Kongtong Seal transformed into streams of light, scattering into the Prehistoric World world.

Some fell into rivers, lakes, and seas; some disappeared into mountains and earth's veins; and one, against the starlight, plunged straight into the depths of the Netherworld.

The act of shattering the seal took everyone by surprise.

The people were in uproar, Immortal God were astonished.

Only on the altar did the newly Human Emperor Xuanyuan appear calm.

"The Kongtong Seal is the seal of Humanity Dao, and should be controlled by all living beings in the Prehistoric World."

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in the hearts of every living being.

"Breaking the seal today is not an abandonment of Humanity Dao, but Humanity Dao to all living beings."

"From this day forward, the rise and fall of Human Race shall be determined by itself, not by any single thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the summit of Mount Tai.

Immediately, a deafening roar erupted once more, this time tinged with a greater sense of fervor and agreement.

"The Human Emperor is wise and sagacious!"

"Humanity Dao will forever prosper!"

The fragments of the Kongtong Seal scattered into the Prehistoric World, transforming into specks of light that vanished into mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, and the depths of the Netherworld.

On Mount Tai, the sacrificial ceremony was over, and the crowds gradually dispersed, leaving only the mountain wind whistling.

Ji Xuanyuan should now be called the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan.

He gazed at the horizon, his eyes seemingly piercing through the clouds, looking towards that unknown place.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, his figure slowly fading away, returning to the ancestral hall of the Human Race on Shouyang Mountain.

From then on, this Human Emperor would guard the Human Ancestral Land, and would not emerge except in the face of a great calamity.

At the foot of Mount Tai, in an inconspicuous mountain valley.

Qin Yuan put away the jade tablet in his hand and breathed a satisfied sigh of relief.

On the jade tablet, the events that had just occurred were recorded in Heavenly Dao runes:

"The Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, the Earthly Emperor Shennong, and the Human Emperor Xuanyuan have all returned to their rightful places. The Three Sovereigns have achieved perfection, Humanity Dao has been revived, and heaven and earth celebrate together."

The writing is meticulous, the narrative rigorous, and devoid of any personal emotion.

As the "historian" appointed by Heavenly Dao, his duty is to objectively record major historical events in the Prehistoric World.

Just as Qin Yuan was about to ride a cloud back to the Heavenly Court to report, a faint voice transmission reached his ears:

"Senior History Emperor, please wait."

Qin Yuan paused, his divine sense spreading out, and he quickly locked onto the source of the transmission.

"Ying Yuan?"

Qin Yuan was somewhat surprised. Although he had not yet attained the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, it was still quite strange that Ying Yuan.

"Host, he is also Transmigrator," the Wild History System reminded you.

Qin Yuan understood and decided to go see what this colleague wanted from him.

"Ying Yuan, what business do you have with me?"

"Uh... Senior, could you erase my mark on history?" Ying Yuan asked respectfully.

After being recorded by Qin Yuan, he, as Quasi-Saint, naturally sensed it.

After inquiring with his mission system, he learned that there were actually historians in the Prehistoric World.

Qin Yuan looked at Ying Yuan with a somewhat strange expression.

He was naturally aware of Ying Yuan's low-key approach within the Interception Sect and even in this Human Emperor's Struggle.

Qin Yuan said solemnly, "As the historian of the Prehistoric World, how can I arbitrarily change history?"

"You certainly intervened in the Battle of Zhuolu; how can that be erased?"

Ying Yuan's face fell.

Upon learning of Prehistoric World existence of History Emperor, he suspected that Qin Yuan was actually sent by Hao Tian to conduct an investigation.

The deeds of those Deity Immortal were recorded so that Hao Tian could select them one by one and finally present them to Hongjun to create the Investiture of the Gods.

He definitely doesn't want to be on the list...

Qin Yuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Erasing it is impossible, but..."

"But what?" Ying Yuan's eyes lit up.

"Official history should naturally record events truthfully."

A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Qin Yuan's lips.

"But I occasionally include some unofficial histories to supplement the deficiencies in official histories; this part is worth considering."

Ying Yuan, being exceptionally quick-witted, immediately understood Qin Yuan's implied meaning and was overjoyed. "Senior means..."

Qin Yuan coughed lightly, lowering his voice even further:

"Let me make this clear beforehand: you agreed to this yourself, and it has nothing to do with me."

Ying Yuan didn't understand Qin Yuan at all; he only thought of him as an unknown quasi -Quasi-Saint in the Prehistoric World.

Upon hearing that he could be excluded from official history, Ying Yuan agreed without hesitation.

"Since we have a connection, I'll give you a piece of advice: it's best not to cause trouble in the Prehistoric World."

Qin Yuan had already given the warning, so what Ying Yuan did was none of his business.

"I didn't intend to cause trouble in the first place..."

If it weren't for Tongtian's insistence on nurturing him, he would probably have already run off to the West to enjoy himself.

Qin Yuan nodded, then left the place to go to the Heavenly Court to organize the historical records related to the Human Emperor's Tribulation.

Seeing Qin Yuan leave, Ying Yuan also took out his diary and began to write.

"I'm in luck today; I met the Heavenly Court History Emperor. I never imagined there were such upright and unyielding historians in the Prehistoric World."

"Sigh... I don't know what's gotten into that old man Tongtian, insisting on keeping me in the Interception Sect..."

After finishing writing, Ying Yuan put the diary away.

Meanwhile, the Tongtian Cult Master, who was cultivating in the Biyou Palace, received the dungeon diary and updated it simultaneously.

After reading the updated diary entries, the Tongtian Cult Master looked strange.

In the original owner's memories, there was indeed such a History Emperor in the Prehistoric World, but he didn't seem to fit the description of someone with an indomitable spirit...

Heavenly Court.

Qin Yuan returned to the History Emperor without stopping and took out the book "The Prehistoric Official History Record".

"Yinglong, whose real name is Ying Yuan, was the mount of the Emperor Xuanyuan."

"Legend has it that Yinglong bore a son for the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, who became the Yellow Dragon Daoist of the Chan Sect..."