Primordial Era: I am the Human Emperor, madly writing books to create Great Emperors

No one in the Human Race wanted to miss the chance to grow stronger.

Everyone wanted to become more powerful as quickly as possible.

The scene on Shouyang Mountain, where Jiang Chen had confronted the Grand Pure Sage, was etched too deeply into their memories—branded almost into the very depths of their souls.

Their weakness had brought them too much despair.

And so they craved strength with an unmatched hunger.

"We thank the Human Emperor!"

"Also, the Wu Clan's senior Houtu has spent these past hundred years guiding our Human Race's young in cultivating their physical cultivation methods. As a result, the number of our young who have reached the Hundred Thousand Extreme Realm has already surpassed thirty thousand!"

"That child Shi Huang has also lived up to expectations. The moment he comprehended the book's profound meaning, he became an immortal on the spot. Now he grows ever more invincible, already standing at the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm! At the same time, he has also grasped that supreme Self-Transformation and Freedom wondrous art, enabling him to fight a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal! Among our Human Race, aside from you, Human Emperor, he and Xuanyuan are the only two who have inherited that wondrous art."

The few of them briefly recounted the changes the Human Race had undergone over the past hundred years, then bowed once more to Jiang Chen before heading straight for Shouyang Mountain.

Except for Xuanyuan Shi, whose cultivation had remained stuck at the Mystic Immortal realm due to the Self-Transformation and Freedom great art, the others had all stepped into the Golden Immortal level over these past few centuries.

At their level, to advance further—to push the hundred-foot pole another step—required not only great fortune but also a suitable place to comprehend the Dao.

Because none of them were comprehending the book's profound meaning for the first time... Having grasped several methods from the earlier books, they now found themselves bound when trying to comprehend methods from other books.

They needed the Heavenly Law and the Ancestral Land of the Human Race's Fortune.

Jiang Chen watched them leave and smiled faintly.

He murmured to himself, "Let me see just how great a surprise the Human Race can bring me, now that its great destiny has returned for nearly five hundred years..."

"Elder Brother!" On a small hill, Houtu stood with a graceful figure, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Jiang Chen and addressed him so.

"Houtu... for these hundred years, thank you for looking after the Human Race..." Jiang Chen walked over, his gratitude sincere.

"Elder Brother, you're too kind..."

Houtu gave a light smile, then looked at Jiang Chen with a puzzled expression.

She asked, "Elder Brother, I just noticed that many among the Human Race spoke of a Great Dao Library existing in their minds, and even a new book, said to be a transcendent method bestowed by you?"

"Mmm..." Jiang Chen was straightforward and nodded.

This was something the entire race knew—impossible to hide, and unnecessary to hide.

"Just now, a new book also appeared in my mind, titled 'A Leaf Covers the Sky.' At first, I thought it was some Sage's means from beyond the Heavenly Chasm Great Abyss infiltrating the Human Race's Forbidden Zone, but it turns out it was Elder Brother's doing."

"Is this the means of the Lord of the Human Dao?"

Houtu's expression showed sudden understanding, setting aside her earlier doubts and worries.

Jiang Chen was stunned, his expression stiffening.

A new book had appeared in Houtu's mind too?

Eh??

That made sense, actually...

He had said before that he was placing the new book within the Human Race's Forbidden Zone.

Houtu had been there too.

Still... Houtu had spent nearly five hundred years in the Human Race's Forbidden Zone, using over three hundred of them to walk the lands of the Human Race with him, witnessing their ruined remains, burying their ancient history, and then spending over a hundred years guiding the Human Race's young.

If it was just her glimpsing the new book, Jiang Chen had no regrets.

At the same time, Jiang Chen was looking forward to it.

If a Quasi-Saint were to glimpse the profound meaning within the book, what exactly could they comprehend?

Jiang Chen grew even more curious.

He said, "Houtu, try it too—see if you can glimpse some Dao principle from the book..."

"But... isn't this a secret of the Human Dao? Elder Brother... I am of the Wu Clan..." Though Houtu was curious about the secrets of the Human Dao, she still had her reservations.

"You and I have already sworn brotherhood, witnessed by the Human Dao and all living beings of the Human Race. You count as half a Human. It's fine..." Jiang Chen waved his hand in reply.

"Then Little Sister thanks Elder Brother!" Houtu bowed slightly in return to Jiang Chen.

A Quasi-Saint bowing in return to a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal—if those rough Wu Clan men knew that their most beloved Little Sister was showing such respect to a Human, they would probably be hopping mad.

Chapter 45: All That Is Seen and Thought Is Jiang Chen [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin—has it returned to the ancient times, or arrived at the Other Shore of the stars?"

"Climbing the heavenly road, treading the path with song, a flick of the finger covers the sky..."

Houtu settled her mind and began to sink into the flow. She did not start reading immediately but instead stared at the cover of the new book.

Her eyes were drawn first to that one line of summary.

Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin...

Nine true dragons used as beasts of burden—truly domineering.

If this were still back in the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Calamity, the Dragon Clan would probably have dragged out the author of this book and tormented them a million times over.

Yet Houtu was even more curious about what kind of person could truly reach that step—to have nine true dragons as their beasts of burden.

What lies within the Bronze Coffin?

Is it a being as formidable as Pangu, the father god of her Wu Clan?

Or perhaps some supremely powerful object?

Could it rival the Heaven-Opening Axe or the Creation Jade Die?

In any case, it must be immensely strong!

"Elder Brother, what exactly is inside this Bronze Coffin?" Lost in thought for a moment, Houtu turned her head to look at Jiang Chen, who sat beside her.

Perhaps only Jiang Chen—the one who had written such a vast, magnificent, and sweeping world—could truly know what lay within.

"If you still don't know after reading, I'll tell you then..." Jiang Chen did not answer.

Because he didn't know how to answer.

The Bronze Coffin had yet to receive any introduction in the text; it was a secret.

Yet he himself had once slumbered within that Bronze Coffin, pulled by nine dragons as he traveled through the Book World.

He had reincarnated through every sage and emperor.

It was profoundly intricate, deeply abstruse—not something easily explained in a moment.

Perhaps only one who had truly transcended could grasp its inner meaning.

"Alright..." Houtu's face was peerlessly beautiful, flawless, unshrouded by the mist of Chaos. She smiled faintly, revealing a purity that could unsettle anyone's heart.

She seemed the antithesis of all darkness in heaven and earth—the ultimate embodiment of pure goodness.

Then, Houtu steadied her mind, truly ready to sink into the Book World!

She turned to the previous chapter.

Nine true dragon corpses pulling a Bronze Coffin emerged from the Book World, leaping into Houtu's sight.

The next second, Houtu felt as though she herself was slumbering within the Bronze Coffin, carried to an unknown place—no beginning, no path ahead, no end in sight.

Then, a vast and ancient world, like a painted scroll, unfurled before her.

Houtu was briefly stunned.

What did she see?

All around her was desolation. Her body was cold, she was hungry and tired, as if she had no memories.

No—there were memories. Only one person in them.

She called that person "Brother."

Brother?

Was it Elder Brother?

Houtu's cheeks flushed. Why, in the Book World, would she still think of Elder Brother?

"No! There's a faint intuition—within that Bronze Coffin, there is Elder Brother's aura!"

As a Quasi-Saint, even while immersed in the Book World, Houtu possessed an immensely powerful perception; she could almost see through to the essence of things in a single thought.

Yet throughout the book, a wisp of hazy mist lingered around her, unwilling to let her see the truth so quickly.

What was the truth?

Houtu had transformed into the little girl in the book.

She had pigtails, no more than three or four years old, her clothes patched and tattered.

But that little girl, like Houtu herself, was the epitome of pure goodness, with eyes so clear and limpid—utterly pure!

Endearing and pitiable...

In the little girl's memories, there was one person...

And before Houtu's eyes, that person gradually appeared.