Sometimes, it truly seemed that the Heavenly Dao was a blockhead. It had no idea what Fuxi should do.
Watching all this, Daochen went straight to Fuxi's side.
"You've cultivated long enough. Why not go out for a walk?"
Fuxi opened his eyes in bewilderment. Seeing the familiar figure before him, he asked with pleasant surprise, "What brings you here?"
Daochen looked at him with a smile. "If I didn't come now, I'm afraid the Human Path would never be established. You would perish, your Dao extinguished, and the Human Race would sink into obscurity, never to rise again."
This was no idle warning.
After all, in the Primordial World, the vast majority of races faded into the masses.
Some possessed extraordinary talent and were born powerful, but their future growth was limited. Reaching the peak quasi-saint stage was already an incredible achievement.
The Primordial World was a dangerous place.
Unless they broke through their own limits, they would never reach the saint realm!
And among the countless powerful beings in the Primordial World, those capable of breaking through their limits were few and far between.
Especially at other times.
This required not only talent, but perseverance and fortuitous opportunities as well.
And within the Human Race, only Fuxi could help them accomplish this.
If the Human Sovereign fell, the Human Race might sink into oblivion.
Just like Ancestral Qilin, Ancestral Dragon, and Origin Phoenix, who had been the strongest of their respective races, as well as their rulers.
Yet their failures had ushered in the gradual decline of their races.
The Human Race was no exception.
Hadn't the Dragon Clan, the phoenixes, and the Qilin also been the protagonists of heaven and earth in Remote Antiquity?
Likewise, after they failed in their struggle for dominion over heaven and earth.