With that, Taishang swept his sleeve.
Whoosh!
The next moment, a streak of light shot straight toward Shennong, then transformed into a jade horsetail whisk that radiated an aura of purity and inaction.
"This is for you. It can help you arrange medicinal energies and calm your mind. In the future, when you take charge of the Human Race, you'll need this temperament as well."
Shennong accepted the whisk and hurriedly bowed to Taishang.
"Thank you, Master, for the treasure!"
Taishang said nothing more. He simply closed his eyes again.
Seeing this, Shennong did not linger. He rose and left the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Time flowed on, passing in the blink of an eye.
A hundred years had passed before anyone knew it!
During this time, the Human Race had developed at an even faster pace.
In particular, with the guidance and protection of the Earthly Emperor, Shennong, the entire race had grown ever more prosperous.
The Human Race's people had spread across the Primordial Land, their Fortune blazing like a roaring fire.
On this day, in the central hall of Fengdu City, deep within the Nether Underworld.
Qin Mu was monitoring the Underworld's operations with his divine sense.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Qin Mu sensed a familiar aura descending into the Underworld.
He glanced toward the entrance and muttered with a smile,
"After staying quiet for so long, he finally couldn't wait any longer?"
Before long, the space in the hall rippled, and a phantom appeared.
It was the phantom of an old man. His figure seemed somewhat insubstantial, yet the aura emanating from him felt incomparably heavy.
Who else could it be but the True Spirit of the Sky-Supporting Black Tortoise?
Previously, Qin Mu had freed the Mystic Turtle from its place of confinement.
In exchange, the Mystic