The war between the old and new kings raged from noon until dusk. Many tribal warriors on both sides died, and the wounded were beyond counting. It was a gruesome battle.
Stone spears stood embedded in the green-and-yellow earth, while broken stone knives and stone swords lay scattered everywhere.
The bodies of the fallen lay mixed with blood across the green-and-yellow grass, and the wounded lay on the ground, wailing.
The high death toll of warfare in the tribal age exacted a terrible price from the losing side.
Even so, both sides made tremendous sacrifices.
But in the end, victory went to the stronger Jiang Water Tribal Allied Forces.
Jiang Shennong fought with a mortal's strength, relying on his supremely accomplished martial skills to capture Ninth Generation Fuxi and his young successor alive in battle.
With both their leader and his successor captured, there was naturally no way to keep fighting.
And so the bloody war finally ended, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at once.
Then Jiang Shennong bound Ninth Generation Fuxi and his successor together and had the tribal warriors behind him escort them.
Under the excited gazes of the Jiang Water tribal alliance's warriors and the dimmed gazes of the Fuxi Tribe's people.
He led them step by step into the Fuxi Tribe, arriving at the great stone totem that symbolized the Fuxi imperial line.
He raised the Sword in the Stone and sliced the dragon totem from the surface of the great stone with a single stroke, carefully setting it aside.
This was Fuxi, after all, and from what Jiang Yang had told him, this dragon-shaped totem might have been carved by his uncle.
And after cutting down the Fuxi Tribe's dragon totem.
Jiang Shennong carved the Jiang Tribe's flame totem onto this great stone