Who Are You

Fuxi's figure suddenly came to a halt, and he stared in a daze at the white dragon fleeing through the air.

Shennong was both surprised and anxious. "Why did you stop, Imperial Brother? That old dragon has already run far away!"

"Stop chasing. Let's go back!"

Fuxi suddenly spoke.

"Why?"

Shennong did not understand. "If we don't make him give a clear accounting, what if it touches the fortune of our Human Race..."

"You saw it too. This time, after reincarnating and returning, though he no longer possesses the perfected Ancestor Realm cultivation of back then, he has still stepped into the Ancestor Realm. We caught up to him several times, yet he easily slipped away each time. He has no intention of fighting us."

Fuxi gave the distant, faintly visible outline of land a meaningful look and said, "And what he said is right. Ahead is the Northern Kuru Continent. It is no longer a region where our Human Race can reach out its hand."

Shennong slowly stopped as well. He looked toward the outline of that boundless continent, and his expression slowly sank.

If this had been the Ancestral Dragon at the peak of the Ancestor Realm, he would not have run.

Of course, when that time came, it would not be their turn to chase after his backside either. Instead, the situation would have turned around.

Among the Human Race, there was only one at the peak of the Ancestor Realm: Emperor Sui!

"Then what do we do about the tricks that old undying thing played within the Human Race?" Shennong said in a low voice.

Fuxi raised his right hand. Divine light gushed from his palm, and an Innate Eight Trigrams emerged, revolving over and over without end.

Fuxi said, "As for this matter, I just