Chapter 18: Zu Long, the Red Emperor's Son

Di Jiang's words once again refreshed Fengxi's worldview.

Listen!

Is this something a person would say!

The Dragon Ancestor alone intends to suppress over all the human kings and sage emperors, including the most outstanding Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors…

Dreaming is nice; in dreams anything exists.

"Looking at it from any angle, the Dragon Ancestor has no hope, right?" Fengxi's eye twitched, "If he had such ability, why would he still invest in humanity?"

"Running out on his own to go solo, isn't that wonderful?"

"Heh." Di Jiang chuckled, noncommittal, "Little Fengxi, don't think that just because you've glimpsed a corner of past secrets you can so easily define others."

"No matter what, the Dragon Ancestor is among the highest-achieving innate divinities, an extremely domineering great supernatural being among the Great Luo Heavenly Emperors!"

"No matter how you put it, his talent and wisdom are not something you now have the right to question or deny." Di Jiang said lightly, "Endless time, boundless Myriad Heavens... among countless timelines, who says the Dragon Ancestor cannot sweep the world and reign supreme alone?"

"Really recall your memories," he gazed at Fengxi, "the universe you once inhabited is merely one timeline evolved from the infinite possibilities of Honghuang."

Fengxi froze.

He earnestly recalled, ultimately digging up something from the deepest depths of the sea of memory.

To overwhelm the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, does such a person exist?

Of course there is!

There exists a supreme sovereign who once unified the world!

He considered himself possessing the virtue of the Three Sovereigns and the merit of the Five Emperors, thus he coined the title "Emperor" for himself!

And this individual, in later evaluations, also bears a special title—Zu Long!

In an instant, cold sweat beaded on Fengxi's back.

He forced himself calm, "Lord Di Jiang, this is a historical event, the other an ancient mythic age; the relation... isn't big, right?"

"Much of your history is essentially a distorted reflection of fragments of time from the primordial Honghuang." Di Jiang glanced at him, "If not, why would Houtu have summoned you to the Honghuang Main Realm?"

"Precisely, this is the core of all contradictions!"

"So, has the Dragon Ancestor truly turned the tables? Taken charge?" Fengxi wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead.

"There's a considerable chance." Di Jiang nodded, "He indeed has a shot at victory, worth a gamble."

"Then wouldn't the ancestral witches and human kings be on guard? If the Dragon Ancestor succeeds, wouldn't that be..." Fengxi clutched the witch's wages, manipulating the human king's heart.

However, when he saw the enigmatic smile on Di Jiang Zu Wu's face, his nervousness suddenly calmed.

Don't panic!

With such cunning—no, rather, resourceful ancestral witches around, what is there to worry about?

If the Dragon Ancestor were truly that awesome, actually capable of single-handedly sweeping away the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, how could the previous era have ended in regret?

Thus, even if he could act arrogantly for a moment, he would most likely still end up in defeat.

Thoughts turning over, Fengxi came up with a very important piece of information.

Qin—fallen in two generations!

It fell at whose hands? To whom did it surrender?

An existence claiming to be the son of the Red Emperor!

Within this, there is also a little story—the Red Emperor's son slayed the White Emperor's son, then launched the mighty undertaking to overturn the Qin dynasty.

This illustrates the factional strife among the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors, far from harmonious.

But no matter how you say it, the ultimate point still aims at the Qin that inherited the Dragon Ancestor's will.

Thus it fell after two reigns, its imperial grandeur and hegemony reduced to nothing.

"Combining context, this is a living slap in the face!" Fengxi's expression now complex, "Claiming merit that surpasses the Five Emperors, a transcendent achievement, yet in a turn, his foundation was wiped out by the Red Emperor's son."

"Retribution came so fast, like a tornado..."

He silently shed a tear of sympathy for the Dragon Ancestor.

At the same time, he gained a clearer understanding and realization of the ruthlessness and decisiveness of those human king sage emperors.

No wonder they are the supreme emperors capable of individually suppressing ancestral witches—terrifying indeed!

……

Since I understand that the human leaders have their plans, are setting up a big chess game, Fengxi no longer worries at all about the Dragon Ancestor's issue.

He silently shifted the topic onto a matter he greatly concerned about.

"Regarding the witch-demon war, I have a slight confusion..." He probed, "Our Wu Clan has already mobilized and prepared for war; in contrast, the Demon Race is still a loose sand."

"With various mountain strongholds standing on the Honghuang land, lacking a truly cohesive core. Why then do we not take the initiative, launch lightning strikes?"

"To slay some future sure-to-be major threats, to occupy an absolute advantage in the great decisive battle?"

"Not unwilling, but unable." Di Jiang Zu Wu sighed, "Our Wu Clan cannot be the first to launch an attack."

He looked at the bewildered Fengxi, slightly pondering, "The reasoning here must be traced back to the origin of the world and all beings—Pangu."

"Pangu transformed heaven and earth; heaven and earth gave rise to essence and qi; essence and qi birthed all spirits."

"Strictly speaking, any object or living being in the Honghuang universe exists with a direct link to Pangu."

"Even exaggerating a bit, calling everyone Pangu's descendants would not be wrong!"

"Such is the case for innate divinities, and likewise for ordinary beings."

"Then our Wu Clan..." Fengxi was somewhat dumbfounded—"Wasn't the Wu Clan supposed to be the orthodox lineage of Pangu? How did it become so widespread in a blink?"

"Unlike others, relying solely on self-sufficiency, our ancestral witches possess a testament handwritten by Pangu, naming individuals specifically, thus inheriting a portion of the world's authority." Di Jiang shrugged, "But in terms of personal status, there is no real superiority over others."

"On the contrary, as the heir and successor, one must display the proper bearing... how can one shout about fighting at the drop of a hat?"

"Foolish and tyrannical rulers are meant to be overthrown!"

"But in that case, don't we have legitimacy and righteousness in hand?" Fengxi's eyes brightened, "Carrying Pangu's might to command the myriad races—who would dare not obey?"

"The share issue." Di Jiang shook his head. "Although we ancestral witches inherited part of the shares of the Honghuang heaven and earth, alas... times are different now."

"Too many self-made innate divinities, after making their fortunes, bought shares of heaven and earth, severely diluting our stake."

"Although we are still the biggest shareholders now, compared to the whole, we don't even hold ten percent."

"Under these circumstances, how could we launch the first attack? We fear that the gods, in self-preservation, will join forces to eradicate us, the source of turmoil."

"Moreover, at the first Daluo assembly in the Purple Cloud Palace, an earth-shaking major event occurred, leaving us now, even if willing, powerless." Di Jiang said, "Hongjun has declared his stance, wanting to ascend to the supreme sovereign of heaven and earth, coveting and envying Pangu's position..."

"We, who have inherited part of Pangu's legacy, naturally become a thorn in his eye and a splinter in his flesh."

(End of chapter)