The so-called Fuxi of the Human Race was not the Fuxi of the Demon Race; it was merely a change in identity.
Fuxi was still Fuxi. Reincarnation would not alter the True Spirit, and the True Spirit was the most fundamental thing to a cultivator.
Bei Ming withdrew his thoughts, his body shook, and he performed the Free and Unfettered Journey, riding the wind toward Changbai Mountain.
The wind howled, Dao Rhyme swirled around him, and Bei Ming silently pondered:
"Unless I can seize the Hetu and Luoshu, it will be difficult to stop Fuxi from joining the Demon Race.
"However, judging by Nüwa's tone, she did not seem inclined to interfere too much. That was quite a significant change.
"Once I return to the mountain, I will first study the Qiankun Cauldron and refine the Primordial Gourd.
"After clearing the Baleful Aura in the North, I will visit my old friend, Mystic Turtle."
With that thought, Bei Ming's Escape Light sped away, vanishing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Di Jun and Tai Yi arrived at Mount Qixi once more.
Two streaks of golden light descended from the heavens and landed at the mountain gate.
Phoenix cries rang out in succession, and the mountain-guarding divine birds all withdrew.
Fuxi personally led the two into the main hall.
The three took their seats as host and guests, the atmosphere solemn yet cordial.
Di Jun asked, "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, why is Fellow Daoist Nüwa not here?"
Fuxi's expression remained unchanged as he replied calmly, "The Dao Ancestor founded the Mystic Gate and accepted six disciples.
"Nüwa has gone with the five fellow disciples to Kunlun Mountain to discuss the Dao."
Di Jun nodded slightly at this, a trace of contemplation flashing through his eyes as he slowly