Chapter 137: The Blue Emperor summons, the Red Emperor steps onto the stage!

The number-born is miserable.

Over a thousand numbered people walk the night road, yet only 999 bumped into the great ghost.

What kind of luck is this?

When Fuxi the Great Sage's trumpet raised a sword to his neck, 999 had already given up resistance.

Resistance is useless!

The opposing background is Great Luo, unlike Fengxi's backdoor smuggling type; it is a true eternal certifier, eternal existent, a supreme administrator, forever free in endless spacetime.

A single thought, and the other's tuba will just unleash its power to face you in a duel.

What can 999 use to fight?

Give up resistance, pick a comfortable pose, and let things be as they may.

In fact, facing Xihuang this kind of big boss, as long as they don't acknowledge it, even the thought of suicide cannot arise.

Truly, cannot live, cannot die.

Fortunately, Xihuang's trumpet did not torment 999 with a cruel ordeal.

That is, they placed a sword on his neck and threw a script over for him to act out.

What can 999 do?

Can only obediently comply.

Compared to being stubborn, letting the other side coldly unleash a magnanimous divine ability to forcibly control consciousness…… 999 decided to take it easy, leaving some leeway for each other.

After the performance, he requested that the great treasure sword be moved aside, its oilskin all sliced.

Xihuang gave a light smile, paid no mind, flicked his wrist and tossed the long sword into the sheath on a nearby sword rack.

"Huh!"

999 took a deep breath, the heart that had risen to his throat eased a little.

"Like this…… does it mean there's something to discuss?"

He read the expression——Xihuang's killing intent not heavy, perhaps there is an arrangement?

Think again about the previous script, the content reported to the tuba's true form……

"Fuxi the Great Sage, long time no see!" 999 laughed, probing, "Never expected we'd meet again in such a place, under such circumstances……"

"I accidentally smashed your stall, that's my fault…… if you say compensation, I'll definitely do what I can!" Feng·999·Xi said, "Don't make things hard for my tuba."

"He's so stupid, his brain has no spark, can't even be a proper pawn…… not worth your exalted self lowering yourself to scheme like this!"

Despite Fengxi's tuba, in crisis he cleared inventory and fled, selling his trumpet for profit, yet 999 still actively protected it.

After all, that is his root!

If the root is gone, how can these trumpets, these branches, survive?

Fengxi's tuba is a dock, a harbor, the homecoming of those outward-bound work ships, like homeland to a traveler, a bond at the root, the complete alignment of life's three views.

The trumpet can be sacrificed—as long as the tuba is strong enough, everything can be recovered.

The tuba has cooled……

Only the trumpet is truly hopeless.

At this moment, 999's mind is like a clear mirror, understanding right and wrong, striving to keep the tuba from falling too deep into Xihuang's pit.

However, Xihuang merely snorted at this.

"Compensation?"

"Your little property, I could pull out a single hair and still have more than you."

"Moreover…… scheme him?"

"Heh." Xihuang found it amusing, "He should be happy—at least he has use value."

Hearing these words, 999 put on a bitter face.

The matter is very serious!

"You don't need to worry too much." Xihuang glanced at him, "Even if I were to scheme, it wouldn't be against you lot now."

"So weak, what use is there?"

"Naturally, we need to fatten them up a bit."

"Do you still remember the script just now?" Xihuang asked.

"I remember."

"Just remembering is fine." Xihuang smiled lightly, "Those contents are mostly true."

"Huh?" 999 exclaimed in surprise.

"Great Luo reaches all spacetime, Myriad Heavens worlds, parallel spacetimes self‑evolve avatars…… that's correct." Xihuang said, "However, in many worlds the Great Luo avatars have had their consciousness suppressed by me, naturally dissolved into the Dao, ignorant and unaware, only I remain awake."

"These worlds are very 'clean'."

"Many Great Luo regard these worlds as my backyard, out of respect for my exalted virtue they do not secretly observe or revive avatar consciousness, like you barging in to cause trouble."

999 instantly gave an embarrassed laugh.

"As for withdrawing consciousness, leaving only a mark…… that is also true."

"It's not some past day, but now." Xihuang said, "What is happening right now."

"Even so, the lingering awe is enough to deter a few Great Luo for a long time." Fuxi the Great Sage's eyes deep, "I arranged your tuba to take over these worlds."

"Just like that?" Fengxi 999 exclaimed in bewilderment.

This is a huge blessing!

"Otherwise, how could we fatten you up fastest and make you useful?" Xihuang sneered, "Of course."

"If you think I am the Demon Race's king and you are the Wu Clan's shaman, different camps, different ideas, worried that my scheming will bring dire consequences to the Wu Clan,"

"Thus I thought to hand over these valuable precious things to the Wu Clan's high‑rank…… also up to you." Xihuang said softly, "But I advise you to consider everything before deciding."

Don't wait until the end, or it'll be too late to regret.

In the palace, a silence fell momentarily.

Jiujiujiu's eyes flashed as he engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

After a moment, he difficulty spoke: "Such a great boon, Great Sage Fuxi, why did you arrange it for us?"

"Wouldn't it be better to give it to your own loyal people?"

"It's all been said to be a scheme," Xihuang said speechlessly, "Naturally one must pick the most suitable executor."

"There are plenty better than you, more loyal than you; normally it wouldn't even be your turn."

"Just, you should be glad you have your own unique worth, worth my investing a bit."

"My lord, aren't you worried this investment will come to nothing?" Jiujiujiu took a deep breath, steeled himself, "Investment, however, carries risk."

"One careless oversight and the scheme could fail, sinking all that wealth as well."

"Are you saying... if your wings harden, you could resist my scheme, take the benefits and then turn against me?" Xihuang smiled faintly, "For example, attaining the Great Luo Dao, power innate, true spirit indestructible?"

Jiujiujiu remained silent.

"Hah..." Xihuang shook his head, "If you ever reach that point, proving the Great Luo Dao and knowing enough secrets... I don't believe you could turn back."

"Of course, if you think you're special and could be an exception, then do as you please."

Xihuang possessed immense confidence.

He thought Fengxi, even if his wings were hard enough, could only rush headlong into the trap he'd laid, unable to escape.

Jiujiujiu said nothing, but his displeased expression betrayed his true thoughts.

——I don't want you to think that.

I want to think that myself!

I'll surely swallow the bait and retreat unscathed, leaving you helpless!

"All right." Xihuang smiled, "I've said everything that needed to be said."

"Telling you this is to quicken the pace of your tuba... but his efficiency is still too low."

The many trumpet drop points I arranged for him are all decent novice villages... yet he ended up investing hardly anything.

"Put nicely, it's prudent investment, steady as top; put bluntly, it's over-cautious and stingy to the extreme."

Jiujiujiu opened his mouth... as a trumpet that normally has to split one coin in half to spend, if not for the unsuitable position, he truly wanted to give Xihuang a thumbs-up.

"Finally, as proof of your good luck, as my consciousness withdraws, I'll give you a small gift."

Fuxi the Great Sage's smile grew brighter, yet Jiujiujiu felt a great crisis, his nerves stretched to the limit, near breaking.

His reaction speed surged to the peak, mana burning, the Pangu Dharma Aspect flashed and vanished, shattering the surrounding heaven and earth, myriad Dao and laws; in an instant it seemed to surpass the ancient eon, soaring forth.

In that flash of brilliance, the River of Time was clear in his eyes; he lifted his foot and charged in, heedless of whatever dangers lay within... even if more perilous, could it be worse than Fuxi?

——Xihuang's smile made him fearful, made his heart tremble.

But, all these actions had little practical use.

Xihuang merely glanced casually——

All time reversed!

Flee?

Doesn't exist!

"Crack!"

Another gleam of light.

Fengxi's relied-upon Pangu Dharma Aspect, his external cheat, was fundamentally dismantled, utterly shattered.

Destroy the rotten, pull the withered!

"You flaunt this counterfeit Pangu's Dao before me?" Xihuang's tone was strangely odd, "Have you forgotten who gave you the capital to condense him?"

"Little brat, you're too young, too naive!" Fuxi the Great Sage sighed deeply, "Be good, accept it honestly; I'll give you a boon."

He strode leisurely up to the completely immobilized Jiujiujiu, shaking his head with a smile.

Then he began to collapse entirely, turning into countless motes of light that drifted down; a brilliant ball of light appeared— that was his imprint.

Light rain and imprint flew toward Jiujiujiu, entering his body silently, without a ripple.

It was as if Jiujiujiu, regarding Xihuang's legacy, possessed the most unfathomable capacity to receive and absorb, with not a hint of rejection.

A key.

It matched the correct keyhole perfectly!

This should be a dreamlike miracle that could only occur between Fengxi's tuba and trumpet.

Feng-Jiujiujiu-Xi was bewildered, ultimately attributable only to the special nature of the Great Luo level.

Light rain faded, imprint vanished, only a lingering message echoed in Jiujiujiu's ears.

"Go!"

"Go traverse that endless world, using my gift, gather and collect the imprints of my consciousness lost across all time and space, recondense into a whole……"

"Wait until the human race of the Honghuang primordial world is created, wait for the fire-driller to appear……"

"You go meet him."

"Let this sage crown you……"

"His human Dao fire and civilization fire will ignite my gathered imprints……"

The message's voice grew lower and fainter.

"The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors…… correspond to the five elements……"

"The Green Emperor governs wood…… the Flame Emperor governs fire…… the Yellow Emperor……"

"The Green Emperor…… opens the age……"

Not burning his leftovers, using them as firewood—how can we let Yandi's Dao... walk into the world ahead of time?

A single spark can start a prairie fire... Can't it burn Honghuang, and can't it burn the boundless world beyond?

Fire born from wood, fire exhausted gives earth... The accumulation of each Human Emperor, burning and transforming, passed down to later generations, is the stepping stone for continued ascent.

We will ultimately compose... the Human Dao... Eternal Prosperity!

……

When the two characters "Eternal Prosperity" are spoken, the message ends.

But Fengxi's 999th trumpet was plunged into immense shock.

His expression and appearance—at this moment it's hard to find a specific adjective.

Likewise, his mood is also nothing out of the ordinary.

Panic, palpitation... too complex, like a market scene.

Because he heard too many major news items, a concentrated bombardment blasted him until he saw stars and his mind was nearly deranged.

Five Direction Heavenly Emperors

Human Race

Suiren

These keywords alone are already astonishing.

What's more astonishing is that there is an almost imperceptible thread linking them together, weaving a heaven-covering black curtain.

At this moment, Feng·999·Xi's mind is in chaos, feeling that his worldview is not far from collapse.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, furrowed his brow and began to sort things out; after a while, he finally had a clue.

"This... the content of what the Great Sage Fuxi said in our earlier conversation was not from the stance of the Demon Race camp."

"In other words, not the Demon Race's Xihuang, but the Human Race's Qingdi!"

"Qingdi..."

"Who am I?"

"My tuba's tuba is Yandi... so I am the little trumpet of Yandi's little trumpet."

Strictly speaking, 999 can also be seen as part of Yandi—

A single hair?

"Right now, Qingdi is showing abnormal behavior, as if he's calculating something."

"According to him, he wants to pull Yandi onto the stage early?"

"Normally, the era of the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors should come after the Lich Great Tribulation."

"However, does Qingdi want to break this sequence?"

"Scrambling the timeline, mixing up cause and effect... Is this the courage and breadth of a peak powerhouse?"

"How terrifying! How crazy!"

999 arose a feeling of admiration.

Obviously.

If Qingdi and Fuxi's maneuver succeeds, it might actually kill a large number of people, including those at the Great Luo level.

It doesn't follow the plot at all, rewriting the game rules and overturning the original board!

Even having come this far, it consumes much time and effort, and both players and pieces are not at ease.

Not to mention the player, the fortune of countless worlds is abandoned; even as a piece, 999 must traverse infinite spacetime, gather countless fragments of Fuxi, then find Suiren's fire-drilling, carry out ultimate synthesis, super-evolve into Yandi, and enter early.

A peak power exceeding many people's plans, or is it Fuxi's myriad arrangements and thousandfold coincidences secretly guiding a peak power to sneak in, lurking outside the primordial Honghuang, hibernating in the boundless world... who is this meant to secretly kill?!

Of course, Qingdi doing this may not necessarily be to secretly harm someone.

Self-preservation is also possible.

After all, it is rumored that the Great Sage Fuxi, in the Lich Great Tribulation, sang a song "Liangliang", and finally had to hug his sister—Nüwa's thigh—before he could secure a position as Human Emperor.

Never mind the rest.

The real problem comes later.

Hugging his sister's thigh is how he gets a meal... Where is the elder brother's dignity? Where is the man's spirit?

The Great Sage Fuxi, acting from a self-preservation standpoint, is not surprising.

Updating a chapter early, it's hard to say at night... outside, firecrackers are too loud.

(End of chapter)