When Ling Qing emerged from seclusion, the great sacred beings who had been keeping a close watch on him noticed at once.
Seeing the pure killing intent radiating from the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords behind him—swords that even he could not completely suppress—they could not help but feel fortunate.
Fortunate that they had not gone too far in what they had done to the human race.
By now, Great Nest and Great Fire had ascended to the Heavenly Court, overseeing the opening of the Heavenly Realm.
Within the human race's ancestral lands, Yanzi took the lead, assisted by a host of great shamans.
After paying his respects to Yanzi, Ling Qing returned to the Cangshi Tribe and learned of the current situation from his fellow disciples.
When he heard of Fuxi's birth, he raised his head and looked at the pale blue cloud of the human race's fortune.
A wisp of azure smoke drifted within the cloud. Though it remained gathered together most of the time, it occasionally scattered apart.
Clearly, it was still lacking that final thread and had yet to take shape.
He said, "It seems the time for us to leave will be after Fuxi becomes the next leader."
"That should be the case." Daoist Lingguan nodded. "Judging from the pattern of changes in the human race's cloud of fortune all this time, it is not hard to tell.
"Once the next leader is born, this azure smoke will completely condense and take form.
"Then we will be able to fulfill Master's instructions."
Now that Great Nest and Great Fire had successively recovered, and rising talents emerged in droves, the rise of the human race had already entered the proper course.
So long as they proceeded step by step, returning to their former peak—or even surpassing it—would not