Yet Fuxi's heart remained clear as a mirror.
He knew full well that although he was the Heavenly Emperor of the Human Race and had laid the foundations of civilization, the development of the Human Race was not the work of one person or one generation.
Civilization needed to be passed down, and leaders needed to change. Only by following the inherent laws of the Human Dao could lasting peace and stability be achieved.
One day, Fuxi sat in meditation in the Sage Emperor Hall in Chendu, his mind immersed in the Reason of Changes of the Innate Eight Trigrams, which he had long since mastered to perfection.
He was not divining specific fortunes or misfortunes. Rather, he was sensing the "fate" and "timing" that, unseen, guided the future course of Human Dao Destiny.
The trigrams revolved, their lines appeared and vanished, and the long river of time and space rippled faintly in the Saint's eyes.
Countless hazy visions of the Human Race's future, along with their Qi Flows, stirred in Fuxi's heart.
He caught sight of one destiny that was gradually becoming clearer—weighty, full of vitality, and suffused with an aura of "Great Virtue Carrying Things."
It was slowly gathering and stirring to life in the southwestern reaches of the Primordial Land.
"The Earth Emperor... is about to appear."
Fuxi opened his eyes. Wisdom shone in his gaze, accompanied by a trace of relief and a touch of wistfulness.
"I have held the duty of guiding Human Dao for three thousand years. The foundations of civilization are secure, and order has largely been established.
"It is time to yield my place to the new 'Earth Emperor.'
"The Earth Emperor will govern life and sustenance, bearing all things with great virtue. He must lay the foundation for the Human Race's