The Literary Ancestor Emerges, the Saints Are Thrown into Chaos, and Primordial Beginning Appears

Nearly a thousand years had passed since Xuanyuan took power.

There was no good news, only a steady stream of bad. Tribe after tribe acknowledged his title while defying his orders, openly disregarding his position as Co-Lord of the Human Race.

Xuanyuan knew he had only recently taken power and had yet to make any great contribution to the Human Race. That was why his people did not support him. Though angry, he could accept it.

He even felt a touch of disdain. He would not let such setbacks trouble him.

But things gradually changed. Xuanyuan finally realized, to his frustration, that his lack of prestige was not the problem. Someone was deliberately stirring up trouble.

An envoy he sent was killed. The killers even declared arrogantly, "What makes Xuanyuan worthy of leading the Human Race? We refuse to recognize him."

This was no longer about prestige. Someone wanted to plunge the Human Race into war.

Sure enough, Xuanyuan, still unprepared, received worse and worse news. The entire Human Race seemed to have fallen under a spell. Fighting broke out everywhere, bloodshed spread, and the Human Race descended into chaos.

In the council hall:

"Co-Lord, your mercy will not change them. Since the latter years of Earth Emperor Shennong's reign, many ambitious men have harbored wicked intentions. Once the Heavenly Emperor and Earth Emperor resolved the crises of hunger and disease, their greed grew boundless. I beg you to make a decision and bring those schemers to heel."

"Give the order, Co-Lord!"

"Give the order, Co-Lord!"

The leaders of the Human Race were furious too. Since Xuanyuan took power, everything had changed. Killing had spread, blood had flowed, and conflicts between tribes had grown ever more bitter.

Xuanyuan sighed.

He knew this was his trial and wanted to strike down