The young Heavenly Emperor of the Fuxi Divine Race was not as stern as Meng Chuan had imagined.
As Meng Chuan gazed at this Heavenly Emperor of Fuxi, he seemed to see the man's entire life.
Fumin had indeed used force to subdue the Heavens and raise the Fuxi Divine Race to unprecedented heights.
After all, in a world like this, force was indispensable if you wanted standing and wanted your race to prosper.
Kindness and goodwill alone could not sustain the foremost race in the Heavens.
But that did not mean Fumin was a cruel and heartless Heavenly Emperor.
From the day Fumin ascended to the Heavenly Emperor's Position until his later years, the vast majority had supported and loved him.
Heaven, the foremost of the Xiantian Gods worshipped in rituals, bore Fumin's likeness. In the eyes of All Living Beings, Fumin was perfect.
And a perfect man could not be cruel.
But Fumin's lack of cruelty lasted only until his later years.
In his later years, Fumin sensed that Heaven and Earth were about to undergo a tremendous upheaval, and Fuxi would bear the brunt of it.
For Fuxi's survival, Fumin deliberately feigned senility and muddleheadedness. In secret, he stirred up a war between gods and demons, hunted down Xiantian God Kings, and slew three thousand Great Emperors!
He wanted to wipe out every enemy and potential enemy while he still reigned. Then Fuxi would surely continue to flourish.
At the very least, the next generation would face no trouble.
To those outside the Fuxi Divine Race, Fumin's actions in his later years truly made him a brutal, ruthless Heavenly Emperor.
To the Fuxi Divine Race, of course, the opposite was true.
As Fumin himself had said, he was Fuxi.
If Meng Chuan reached his later years knowing