As he looked at the ancient, unadorned seal in his hand, Jiang Ziya involuntarily closed his eyes.
Light flickered across the ancient seal.
"My disciple, thank you for all your hard work over the years."
Fuxi's figure appeared in Jiang Ziya's mind.
"M-Master!"
Jiang Ziya cried out in delighted surprise.
"It is I. The seal in your hand was forged from the most precious treasures offered by every tribe when I served as the Heavenly Sovereign of the Human Race."
"This seal also represented the supreme authority of the Human Race in those days."
"At the same time, it was a symbol of my status as Human Emperor."
Fuxi explained the seal's origins to Jiang Ziya directly.
"But, Master, why would you give me such a precious treasure?"
After finally seeing Fuxi again, Jiang Ziya felt that he had countless things he wanted to tell him.
"Wen Zhong is a disciple of the Chan Sect. If you wish to take on Great Shang, your strength alone will not be enough."
"Although Xiqi can now be considered fairly strong, before those members of the Chan Sect, it is nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs."
"To truly destroy Great Shang, you must deal with the Chan Sect."
"Moreover, this affair falls within the great calamity."
"I have long known your goal, and as your master, I fully support you."
"If you encounter any trouble, you can channel your magic power into this seal."
"Then tell it of the trouble you have encountered."
"That way, someone capable of taking on the corresponding opponent will naturally come to resolve it."
With that, Fuxi's image vanished from Jiang Ziya's mind.
Jiang Ziya's face was filled with a sense of loss.
So many years had already passed. Since Fuxi had accepted him as a