After speaking with Fu Min for a while, Meng Chuan turned and walked out of the divine hall.
"When you understand, my friend, I'll come find you again." Meng Chuan left those words behind and vanished from the Fuxi Divine Court.
A man of Pure Dao who had once viewed his Fuxi bloodline as a burden and his Fuxi identity as worthless as grass had become a Heavenly Emperor rooted in the Fuxi Divine Race.
Fate was unpredictable indeed. Nothing was beyond change.
And at this moment, Fu Min still belonged to the Fuxi.
A hundred thousand years passed. The Fuxi's reputation for invincibility reached its peak. The Myriad Races and all Houtian Beings revered and feared them.
The Xiantian God Kings hated the Fuxi and feared the Dao Venerable.
This race, which had produced seventy-two Heavenly Emperors across the dynasties of the Earth Era, was a mortal threat to every God King.
All the Immemorial God Kings realized one thing.
If they wanted to act without restraint, they had to eliminate the Fuxi race.
Otherwise, another Heavenly Emperor would emerge from time to time. Even if he was not as powerful as Fu Min, his strength would still be extraordinary enough to threaten them.
And after a hundred thousand years, the Fuxi's renown reached its height.
But the Fuxi Divine Race's mightiest Heavenly Emperor had reached the end of his time.
In the Fuxi Divine Court, the Dao Venerable who had been invincible under heaven lay in bed. He had grown so old that no trace of his invincible bearing remained.
Meng Chuan entered the Fuxi Divine Court. No one stopped him along the way, and no one saw him.
Meng Chuan came to Fu Min's room. Crown Prince Qiming stood outside. Though his father was dying, he refused