Chapter 138: The Human Race

Benefits are temporary.

Authority, however, lasts a lifetime!

One who proves the Dao to become a Great Luo possesses an innate spiritual light that never fades.

Even if one sometimes suffers losses to the point of vomiting blood, just look at that infinitely long, endless life and you'll know—as long as you don't abandon or give up, there will eventually be a chance to make a comeback.

However.

Once brilliance is swept away, if one cannot establish a towering, dignified image in others' hearts…… the consequence is catastrophic!

If not careful, later anyone would dare to break ground on one's head.

In practice, the stronger a great cultivator is, the more they care about face.

The struggle over face outweighs the struggle over profit.

In a profit struggle, if you lose, you lose.

In a face struggle, if you lose…… the milder ones fall into a state of withdrawal, avoiding public appearance.

The more impulsive ones?

Lingbao Heavenly Venerable gave a vivid, lifelike performance.

——'I have no face to preside over the great teaching; ashamed to be the sect leader, I might as well replace this heaven and earth with water, fire, wind, and start anew!'

As long as I get rid of the spectators, no one will know I've embarrassed myself!

Of course.

Fuxi the Great Sage, unlike Lingbao Heavenly Venerable, is not so impulsive.

This sage, whom many Great Luos of the Honghuang world call virtuous, has a gentle temperament, a friendly character, and lofty morals…… and would not casually destroy the world.

But this does not mean he will face his own embarrassing future legend—dying in the calamity, ultimately relying on clinging to his sister Nüwa's thigh to rise by eating soft food, without feeling anything.

A normal person, if they foreknew the future hardships they'd endure, would make plans to seek advantage and avoid harm.

Moreover, Fuxi?

This big shot also lives up to his status and position.

If he doesn't act, then forget it.

Once he acts, he directly overturns the board!

He exhausts imagination and creativity, referring to the powers of a Great Luo, manually reshaping the era, laying out plans, seemingly intending to forcibly invert the future era and insert it into this age!

No need to wait for the Lich Great Tribulation to end.

The peak strength of the Human Race is walking sideways.

The Green Emperor begins, the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors take turns.

Suiren brings fire, Yandi enters the stage.

Yandi has already entered early; then what about Huangdi, who had long entanglements and even defeated him—would he also, under Xihuang's layout, enter in a special way?

Huangdi, the most terrifying Holy Emperor of the Human Race!

To this day, no one knows the true origins of this Holy Emperor…… although there are many suspects speculated.

He might not have come over.

He might also have already lurked over, even crouching under the eyelids of some mighty great cultivator, wearing others' clothes, putting on a harmless guise.

When the moment arrives——

Baring fangs, overturning the situation!

And if Huangdi truly enters the stage, this will be the most terrifying transformation!

Huangdi's descendants are all human kings, even including two of the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors.

By then everyone will rise up together…… the chessboard set up by the two Lich factions might well be blown to smithereens!

"Such a pit—how many great cultivators can it bury? It's practically meant to kill all the top brass of both sides!"

Jiujiujiuyi, upon thinking of this, feels his heart pounding and his head swelling a bit.

No need to say anything else.

Just the part of him swept up in Yandi's affairs already spells a heaven‑shaking rhythm.

Fuxi the Great Sage paved the way for Yandi's early entry, needing no wait for the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors era—directly dropping anchor in the Lich Era!

Yandi's early action…… a little thought makes clear what impact it would have.

Impossible to estimate!

"However…… in this…… there's something a bit strange?"

"Logically speaking, if Xihuang truly fell in the Lich Great Tribulation, the greatest grudge should lie with the Wu Clan."

"If not the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Wu Clan, how could they slay a Demon Emperor?"

"But Yandi's entry, considering the relations between Human Race and Wu Clan, plus the struggle for the protagonistic positions of Human Race and Demon Race in heaven and earth—one of them must fall…… this amounts to strengthening the Wu Clan and weakening the Demon Race."

Jiujiujiu muttered, somewhat unable to figure it out.

——Xihuang Majesty, why rebel?

But soon he reacted.

"Not right…… not saying that peak great cultivators can switch jobs."

"Even if we just look at the facts, the high‑level of the Wu Clan also gains nothing, also loses?"

"If the Demon Race loses combat power, then the Wu Clan loses cohesion."

The high‑level of the Demon Race, having gained a top‑tier great cultivator as an opponent, is left speechless.

And the Wu Clan, can they just laugh out loud?

Not necessarily.

Perhaps, ordinary Wu Clan soldiers will feel joy and excitement, as the Holy Emperor of the Human Way descends.

But the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they even have the heart to scold people.

After all, the configuration of the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors and their attendant gods, bluntly put, is that the Zhurong Ancestral Witch gained an additional direct superior.

What's even more maddening is—the Human Emperor has arrived, so who will command the Wu Clan's future authority?

On this issue of power struggle, some sayings make perfect sense—heretics are always more hateful than enemies.

After settling the accounts, the Demon Race is at a loss, and the Wu Clan is also at a loss.

"The top experts of the Wu and Demon camps are almost all losing money, but not everyone is losing—some are profiting." After Jiujiujiu finished the reckoning, "Fuxi the Sage has profited…… he has gained an escape route."

"With Yandi's aid, if the Demon Race's great ship sinks, he can simply shift his capital and board the Human Race's great ship…… with Yandi as guarantor, the position of Qingdi remains secure, and there's no need to rely on Nüwa's connections." Jiujiujiu's expression gradually turned strange.

"There's also someone profiting…… it's…… me?!" Jiujiujiu's expression gradually turned strange.

"My Tuba, relying on hugging Houtu Ancestral Witch's thigh, can barely make a living."

"That's how it is; many times I'm also anxious and on edge, worried that I'll be anonymously reported by some bastard."

"Although Houtu has always protected me; although Houtu's thigh is thick and can shelter me for a long time…… but……"

If I could become the thigh myself, I wouldn't need to cling to others' thighs, right?

Lean on a mountain and it will collapse; lean on water and it will dry up.

Relying on others is never as good as relying on oneself.

Now, a sunlit Great Dao that enables one to evolve into a thigh lies before one.

Jiujiujiu must admit——

He, his heart stirred.

Even the cost of this heart-moving means that in the future, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, including Houtu, facing likely internal division within the Wu Clan, will each be troubled.

But……

"Ascending in a single step…… how could I refuse?"

"And how could I bear to hand it over to the clan?"

Jiujiujiu let out a long sigh, his heart torn.

"Even if I wholeheartedly serve the public, truly letting the Tuba hand these over."

"But the Ancestral Witch elders…… would they all be wholeheartedly public-spirited?"

Some wicked thoughts, beginning to sprout now, are the whispers of the heart demon, luring Jiujiujiu down the path of depravity and selfishness.

"I fear that my sincere public spirit will, in the end, only enrich some crafty Wu…… they won't devote all these precious wealth values to the Wu Clan's strategic reserves, to be put to use."

"Instead, it's this bit deducted, that bit skimmed…… in the end, not one out of ten remains."

"When the Wu Clan camp collapses, they nevertheless gobble up the gains, switch camps, and continue to indulge."

"So……"

"It's better that I use these things. After all, I let Yandi enter the scene, which is tantamount to strengthening the Wu Clan, right?"

"As for the issue of differing political views…… worst case, we'll keep a low profile then."

"Make no noise, only exert effort, help the Wu Clan win the war, so that humanity can seize the protagonistic position of heaven and earth……"

Plan succeeded!

Feng·Jiujiujiu·Xi has completely fallen.

He convinced himself, without hesitation, to walk the path arranged by Qingdi, becoming the most crucial pawn in the whole plan.

This cannot be blamed on Jiujiujiu.

All blame goes to Rahu the Demon Ancestor.

Legend has it, this demon ancestor is the progenitor of all demons, under his command are heart demons, heaven demons, and a series of demonic professions.

The Jiujiujiu just now must certainly have been bewitched by the heart demon!

Right!

It must be this way!

Jiujiujiu hypnotized himself, blaming others with a clear conscience.

After throwing away the blame, he organized the previously obtained information, summarized it, awaiting a future report to the Tuba.

However, as he organized, he also gained some doubts.

"Letting humanity's peak combat power enter early…… doesn't Fuxi the Sage think the Demon Race can win? Now he's thinking of transferring capital?"

"Or perhaps…… if Xihuang falls, there might be hidden circumstances behind it? It's not simply due to the Ancestral Witches' attack."

"What crisis did Xihuang divine? Are there also problems within the Demon Race? Does someone want his life?"

"The Wu Clan is the opponent, with hidden arrows behind them…… regular means can't break the deadlock, so Fuxi the Sage therefore went all-in, pulling and dragging the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors of humanity to descend?"

In this era, one must either side with the Wu Clan or the Demon Race; it's either Wu or Yao.

And if both sides have enemies…… that's practically a nightmare, already worth seriously considering the epitaph.

Of course there are astonishing figures who feel they can still struggle a bit, rescue a bit, and won't be buried in the soil for a while.

Even if handled well, a counterkill is not impossible!

It's just that the difficulty here……

"Too brain‑hurting." Jiujiujiu thought back and forth, too many possibilities, his mind was wrecked——"Ultimately, it's because my Tuba's status is too low."

"Even if there are weighty Ancestral Witch artifacts and resource supplies, the most important Luo‑luo game, he can still only obtain the most superficial part of that information."

"Those secrets buried deep in the ages, the grudges and affections among the Luo‑luo, the confidential matters of ancient epochs——they're completely a blank stare."

"Does the Demon Race have some fatal flaw that would make the Demon Emperor jump ship? How many enemies does Fuxi the Sage have?" He sighed, "I don't know anything now, let alone speculate on Xihuang's motives based on this."

"This is the pitiable plight of a pawn."

"Whether it's to escape this awkward situation or for humanity's victory…… Yandi must descend!"

Jiujiujiu is very conscious of potential dangers.

Having had enough of this fate that is not of his own choosing, drifting with the tide, he wants to grasp it in his own hands, and says to everyone who wants to use him as a pawn——

"No!"

Thinking thus, he began to ponder the gift given at the final moment of Xihuang's incarnation—that brilliant imprint, which is also key to achieving the path of Yandi.

Gather countless fragments of Fuxi, accept the fire transmission of Suiren, be crowned emperor, and step onto the pinnacle of life!

——This is theoretically beautiful.

But one must also be more cautious.

What if, at the end, there comes a great reversal?

Xihuang is digging a pit, hoping to lure Yandi……when his Dao fruition descends, smash the cup as signal, and swarm up to suppress and seal this human emperor!

From the standpoint of the Demon Race, killing a human emperor in a pit weakens the enemy's war potential……it also makes perfect sense!

Jiujiujiu observed carefully, and finally found it still looks quite clean, not like there's a hidden hand.

"Maybe I'm just too weak?"

"Forget it."

"There's plenty of time ahead."

"Anyway, the right to light the final fire is in my hands……we'll see how things go then."

Jiujiujiu muttered, his expression momentarily filled with longing.

He fantasized about the future.

With the help of Yandi's golden, radiant thighs, Jiujiujiu stepped onto the pinnacle of life!

Use one innate spiritual treasure, toss another innate spiritual treasure……

Asleep on a bed of fifty thousand square meters made from stacked Primordial Yellow Merit Coins, there's no need to do anything happy each day……

How wonderful!

……

"Little fellow, your dream is quite nice."

"Too bad……I think you won't get the chance to realize it."

A spacetime congealed from nothingness and existence, a Soaring Serpent lying on a bed of ten thousand square meters, its round, plump form unbearable to behold.

Beside it, many things are arranged, vividly illustrating the source of its obesity.

Stalks of spiritual medicine, piles of immortal fruits, vats of divine brew……intermixed with some banner-like objects, such as "Houtu the Greatest Under Heaven", "Houtu Invincible in the World", and so on.

On the Soaring Serpent's face now appeared expressions of reverence, praise, and admiration: "My master truly is ingenious……letting me keep watch outside over the world occupied by Xihuang's incarnation."

"Indeed!"

"Xihuang actually began to contract his consciousness……if I hadn't been watching constantly, I probably wouldn't have noticed that fluctuation……"

"More importantly, it also let me net a big fish……"

"Yandi!"

"He actually had a chance to sneak in!"

"I need to report to my master……so she can respond."

"Yandi's trumpet can be used, but in this era, it's not the age when Yandi rode roughshod……"

The Soaring Serpent strained to move its body; merely flapping its wings stirred the Suiyue Changhe.

This……is a Great Luo-level being!

The Soaring Serpent's thoughts turned, and it sought to traverse endless spacetime to send information back.

But, just at this moment!

That vast river of time began to undulate.

Amidst the sweeping and striking of countless waves, a vertical pupil faintly appeared.

Like a snake's eye.

The vertical pupil silently gazed at the Soaring Serpent.

In an instant, the Soaring Serpent's body froze.

From flesh to primordial spirit, even consciousness and innate spiritual light, all were suppressed by a vague yet vast Dao realm, as if eternally exiled.

Time stood still.

It stalled a Daluo existence!

Terrifying!

Powerful!

"Hum!"

Amid a subtle fluctuation, the vertical pupil twitched, and the Teng Snake's conscious perception was reset.

A heavenly blade of time fell from the void, lightly slicing through innate spiritual light, taking something away.

"Forget it."

"Forget what happened during this period."

A faint, almost inaudible whisper echoed in the Suiyue Changhe.

A mighty, overbearing great divine-ability wielder sighed, weaving a dark curtain to finalize Xihuang's arrangements and eliminate hidden dangers.

"Forget it…… it's not bad for you."

"Otherwise, if that person comes…… it's hard to say."

(End of chapter)