Another ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
Fuxi had indeed followed Yun Zhongzi's teachings. Though he had not abandoned cultivation, he did not value it as highly as most cultivators did. Instead, he constantly observed the hardships of the tribe's survival.
At present, the Human Race relied entirely on hunting for food. Whenever prey was plentiful, it was the happiest time for the tribe.
But once prey became scarce, it was when the tribespeople suffered, and even faced death.
After discovering this, Fuxi began exploring tirelessly, hoping to find a new source of food for his people so they would not always live from one day to the next.
Yet after searching for a long time, Fuxi still could not find a new source of food.
Deeply troubled, he decided to seek out Teacher Yun Zhongzi for guidance.
Fuxi had long known that an elder had been visiting Teacher Yun Zhongzi. That elder had only recently departed, saying he wished to travel.
This South Sea elder had helped Fuxi greatly. Many things Fuxi had previously failed to understand had only become clear after listening to him.
Moreover, the elder's constant ease and freedom, his character of looking down upon heaven and earth as though all things were passing clouds, had deeply moved Fuxi.
At the very least, after constantly hearing the South Sea elder ridicule the so-called "gods," Fuxi had completely stopped believing in gods. He only knew that one had to rely on oneself.
This was perhaps the South Sea elder's greatest influence on Fuxi. Once Fuxi had established his belief in himself, that South Sea elder departed as well, saying that his destined connection had come to an end.
Fuxi had regretted it for a long time.
"Teacher, this disciple is deeply confused. My