Daochen's meaning was plain: Human Sovereign Fuxi, go boldly ahead. There was no need to worry about anything.
As for demons slaughtering their own kind, this was the cycle of the Heavenly Dao, the ordained course of cause and effect.
Humans ate demons, and demons ate humans.
Such was the cycle of the Heavenly Dao.
If Fuxi held back against the Demon Race out of consideration for Daochen and Nüwa's dignity,
when would the Human Race ever develop?
Besides!
The demons currently roaming the Primordial World were essentially the leftovers from Daochen's selection.
They were all the younger demons he had driven out of the Heavenly Court back then.
Greedy and bloodthirsty by nature, they were burdened with endless karmic retribution.
Leaving these demons in the Primordial World would also have a considerable impact on the fortune of his entire Demon Race.
In that case, he might as well help Fuxi achieve his goal!
"In that case, you have my thanks, Demon Emperor!"
At these words, Fuxi felt a weight lift from his heart.
He was indeed the Human Sovereign, but in his previous life, he had been the Demon Race's Emperor Xi, second only to Daochen.
He also held deep affection for the Demon Race.
But now that Daochen had said this,
the last trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared.
Someone who shrank back at every turn could hardly serve as Human Sovereign.
If he could not lead the Human Race to prosperity, what meaning did that title hold?
Yet, although his final misgivings had been dispelled, Fuxi had no intention of rashly going to war with the demons in the Primordial World.
The reason was simple.
Ultimately, the Human Race was still far too weak.
Although Laozi had imparted the Golden Core Great Dao, producing many human