Chapter 3: Honghuang Waters Run Deep, the Wu Clan and Humanity

Shock!

The Honghuang world you don't know!

The Lich War actually turned out like this!

The secret that the Wu Clan and humanity cannot help but reveal!

……

A series of shocking things flooded Fengxi's mind.

——After listening to the impassioned speech of the Houtu deity on the Dao platform, he couldn't help but set his thoughts spinning, racing toward an uncontrollable direction.

"What?"

"How did the Wu Clan end up like this?"

"The Lich War is actually a human–demon war at its core?"

"You didn't get it wrong, did you?"

In his heart, murmurs rose as Fengxi's worldview constantly underwent breaking—reforming—breaking again.

This isn't the Honghuang he imagined—ahhh!

Theoretically, Honghuang shouldn't be the single-minded Twelve Ancestral Witches passionately fighting the evil Demon Heavenly Court, ending in mutual ruin, allowing humanity to rise and take over the world's protagonistic position?

As for why humanity could become the protagonist?

Naturally, because they reproduce quickly and lack great divine powers, they can be easily herded and have their luck drained by the saints of heaven and earth, like livestock……

But now?

"This doesn't follow the routine, hey!"

Even a tiny detail change can bring infinite variables.

What's more, right now it's the terrifying revelation of the Wu Clan's own foundational definition, a subversive impact!

"This way, the strategies I planned to rely on would be mostly abolished in an instant!" Fengxi frowned worriedly—he had originally considered using the countless hints from Honghuang texts to make a splash in this world, achieve a comeback, and dominate the eight corners of heaven and earth!

Unfortunately, the plan died before it could even be executed.

As he thought, suddenly his heart gave a jolt, his scalp went numb, and a cold surge shot straight to the top of his head.

——He thought of a very vital problem.

Great Luo, endless spacetime, eternal and free.

Able to arbitrarily alter history, overturn time……

So, the question arises.

Those seemingly true yet false Honghuang memories…… Do those Great Luo know? Or not?

Moreover, is the transmission of those Honghuang messages truly genuine?

Or is it someone secretly spreading and leaking false cover‑ups behind the scenes?

One kind of propaganda after another, all different, each with its own target of criticism.

Someone criticizes the Three Pure Ones.

Someone curses the Buddhist gate.

Someone scolds Hongjun.

Someone insults Nüwa.

Hmm……

In the end, all Honghuang deities are evil, and there is not a single good person in the world.

Fengxi's mouth corner began to twitch, twitching nonstop.

Seeing a leopard through a tube, a corner of the iceberg's speculation let him sense something very horrifying.

——The waters of Honghuang are probably not ordinarily deep, nor ordinarily murky!

The so‑called insider information of Honghuang that was once heard through gossip…… Just treat it as entertainment.

Really take it as a standard?

Probably no one even knows how they'd die!

After all, not long ago someone just gave him a lesson.

Long said to be a white‑lotus‑like saintly ancestor witch—Houtu—when she manifested her holiness before Fengxi, she was anything but naïve and sweet!

"Fengxi, Fengxi, you are already an adult." Fengxi warned himself, "You must have the ability to think independently."

"Don't just parrot others; view problems rationally."

"Also, from now on, you need to adjust your mindset."

"You must not feel a sense of superiority deep inside when facing this world…… like a game's god‑mode view, treating all Honghuang beings as mere NPCs."

"After all, this isn't a simple historical time‑travel, but a mythological crossing——or rather the ultimate mythological crossing where the supreme achievers of spacetime realms run all over the place!"

"The so‑called information advantage I relied on has here become a bond and shackle—a hindrance to knowledge!"

With constant reflection, Fengxi suddenly felt his spirit as if wiped clean, washing away dust and vanity.

The mindset of a sudden‑rich upstart who had just undergone a huge life turn, leaping from an ordinary human to a mighty Wu Clan, was swept clean, leaving only a pearl that faintly glimmers with wisdom, dispelling all confusion and bewilderment.

Tranquil and composed, it returned to Fengxi.

He glanced at the impassioned Houtu deity on the high platform, then at the endless Wu Clan members around him, and a faint smile curled his lips.

"Honghuang does not record years."

"Even if there is the Lich Great Tribulation, the days ahead are still long."

"To strive earnestly in this era, rising from weakness, is also a great pleasure."

"Even if we ultimately fall?"

"That would be after millions of years…… Compared to the short hundred‑year lifespan of my previous life, it's already worth the cost."

His mindset shifted from flighty to steady and calm; taking an absolutely objective, rational stance to ponder, Fengxi found the Wu Clan's true origins and ultimate goal also not unacceptable.

"The Wu Clan is deeply intertwined with humanity… Although this was beyond my original expectations, it is still reasonable."

"Setting aside later generations' fabricated writings, tracing back the past in history… In the orthodox sacrifices of my Yan-Huang lineage, clear traces of the ancestral Wu have long been left!"

As early as the Zhou dynasty, people offered the six carriages in sacrifice to the Supreme Deity Haotian, as well as the five directional Supreme Deities of east, south, west, north, and center.

And what are the attendant deities assigned to each of those five directional Supreme Deities?

Listing them out one by one can be quite shocking.

Eastern Blue Emperor—Fuxi, whose associated deity is Jumang!

Southern Flame Emperor—Shennong, whose associated deity is Zhurong!

Central Yellow Emperor—Xuanyuan, whose associated deity is Houtu!

Western White Emperor—Shaohao, whose associated deity is Rushou!

Northern Black Emperor—Zhuanxu, whose associated deity is Xuanning!

Among the five holy emperor kings of humanity, each has an ancestral Wu under his command serving him.

Is that all there is to it?

Not at all!

Gonggong's fury struck Mount Buzhou!

—This myth is almost known to every household, familiar to all.

That great god, measuring the hardness of Mount Buzhou with his own forehead, can be called the hardest-headed deity of the Honghuang era.

So the question arises: why did that great god do this?

Among the many versions, one major account is—he lost the contest for the human emperor's throne to Zhuanxu!

—"In ancient times, Gonggong and Zhuanxu contended for the throne; enraged, he struck Mount Buzhou, causing the heavenly pillar to snap, the earth's cords to break, the heavens to tilt northwest, hence the sun, moon, and stars shifted; the earth was not full in the southeast, so floodwaters, dust, and gravel gathered there."

"Interesting… too interesting."

Fengxi perked up his ears to listen to Houtu's holy discourse; meanwhile, his mind kept turning, constantly speculating.

"The relationship between humanity and the Wu Clan is indeed worth pondering."

"And also—"

"Zhuanxu among the Five Emperors… what a ruthless figure!"

"He made Gonggong's bullied rage even worse, leaving him no hope of victory… In the end, all his pent‑up fury could only be vented by crashing into Mount Buzhou."

"The humanity's Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors… none of them seem simple, do they?"

(End of chapter)