Although he had long known that the Saints chose every one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and that he himself had only assumed his rightful position thanks to Nuwa's authority to appoint one Human Emperor, still...
As the saying went, where you planted your backside determined how your head worked.
Back then, Fuxi had still been Fuxi the innate great god, so naturally he had seen nothing wrong with it. But now he was Fuxi, the Human Heavenly Sovereign, the common ruler of the Human Race. Naturally, he was deeply dissatisfied with the Saints choosing the Human Emperors. Unfortunately, dissatisfied as he was, he could do nothing to stop them.
Alas, when all was said and done, weren't even the Protagonists of Heaven and Earth merely ants of greater value in the Saints' eyes?
"Heh, hehe..." At that thought, Fuxi let out a helpless, self-mocking laugh.
The next day, Fuxi issued an order granting the Lieshan Tribe the surname Jiang and allowing its members to enter Chen Capital to study the arts of the Eight Trigrams.
At the Heavenly Court.
Eighty years had passed on earth, and eighty days had passed in heaven. The welcoming banquet held especially for the disciples of Jiejiao had long since ended.
At that moment, Gungun was lying leisurely on a large tree in his Little Penglai orchard, sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, a general of the bear race arrived and bowed to him with clasped hands. "Reporting to Your Majesty, a surge of Demonic Qi has suddenly erupted in the Eastern Wastes Marsh. Many living beings have already been corrupted by it and fallen into the Demon Dao. Please issue your orders, Your Majesty."
Hearing the voice from beneath the tree, Gungun frowned in irritation, rolled over, and waved a paw. "Seal it.