Above the Ancestral Hall in the Human Ancestral Land.
Lieshan appeared out of thin air, slightly stooped like an old farmer.
But his eyes held the weight of years of experience.
He looked up at the Merit Auspicious Clouds overhead, a faint, gratified smile touching his lips.
It was not because of the boundless merit he was about to receive, nor the breakthrough awaiting him. The clouds meant that the five crops he had chosen—millet, millet, rice, wheat, and beans—had earned the Heavenly Dao's recognition.
And there was more.
The appearance of heavenly merit carried a deeper meaning.
Those five crops would benefit not only the Human Race, but all the races of the Primordial World.
The Heavenly Dao was fair. It did not favor one race over another.
If the Five Grains Lieshan had chosen could spare humans from hunger, they could spare the other living beings of the Primordial World as well.
This merit was for his contribution to all life in the Primordial World, not just to the Human Race.
That was why the Merit Auspicious Clouds were so vast this time, surpassing even those he had received for writing the Classic of Materia Medica.
Living beings across the Primordial World sensed them, near and far.
Deep in the Northern Underworld, Kunpeng's eyes snapped open inside his secret realm. An extraordinary sight on the southern horizon was reflected in them.
The glow spread so far, the clouds were so numerous, and their presence was so overwhelming that they almost rivaled the merit that had descended when Yellow Dragon established the Four Seasons Order.
"The Human Race... again." Kunpeng murmured, a complicated look crossing his face. "First Fuxi comprehended the Eight Trigrams and established human relations. Then Lie Shan Shi tasted the hundred herbs and wrote the Classic