On the Thousand-Winged Dragon Ship stood figures like gods and demons, each powerful enough to shake heaven and earth.
Some had human heads and serpent bodies; others had a third eye in their brow. They came in all forms.
All of them were Fuxi.
Among them were two young men: one named Zhong Huangshen, the other Zhong Shengwu.
Both were Zhong Yue's sons.
Zhong Yue had eight or nine wives, so naturally he had many children.
The current leaders of Fuxi were flying to the Ancestral Star to pay homage to their ancestors. As Zhong Yue's children, the two of them had come too.
Ever since Zhong Yue had remade Heaven and Earth and secured the realm, things had been different for Fuxi.
Over a million years, the race had flourished once more.
Among those aboard the Thousand-Winged Dragon Ship were former chiefs of Fuxi, and even former Heavenly Emperors.
The Ancestral Star was the birthplace of Fuxi. Every ancestral rite drew great numbers of them.
The Human Race on the Ancestral Star had long since grown used to it.
It was said that at the ancestral rite a thousand years after Taihuang secured the realm, the man of Zhongshan had even appeared in person.
But he had appeared only that once.
This time, however, the door to the chamber belonging to the man of Zhongshan suddenly opened aboard the Thousand-Winged Dragon Ship.
Zhong Yue, a third eye set in his brow, strode out with his head high and his spirit soaring.
The Fuxi and Zhong Yue's children were all astonished.
"Father..."
"Your Majesty Taihuang..."
The man of Zhongshan had truly returned. He had come to see his friends, his wives, his children, and his Mother Star—to be reunited with them.
He had returned to a world he had left