Chapter 629: The affairs of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are all just gossip

A peak showdown began silently, the curtain rising without a sound.

The Red Dragon was reborn, and the showdown came into being from sensing the stars.

His brows split into eight colors, and the showdown's eyes had double pupils.

Upon hearing the news, Fengxi clenched his wrist and sighed long.

Can this world still get better?

What kind of divine scheme is this?

Can't you lot start off like normal people?

Fengxi muttered to himself, feeling the immense pressure.

How can this be resolved?

Both Chonghua and Fangxun are no pushovers.

Fengxi already knows Fangxun's true form.

He can also guess roughly what lies behind Chonghua.

There's no doubting their abilities.

But!

In the end, they reveal their true faces—whether they're good or bad for humanity is hard to say.

Fengxi pondered, considering how to guard against a move.

But how can he guard against it?

He can't even explain it to Nüwa, so he can't get much support; he must select from his own retinue to respond and counterbalance—

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

But to be the oriole or the fisherman, one's ability must be top-notch!

Fengxi felt despondent—where could he find such an outstanding person?

A single Fengdu Great Emperor has already squandered half of his accumulated resources.

What little remains of his savings is hardly enough.

Against fearsome foes like the Dragon Ancestor and the Monster Emperor, a slight lack of wit or courage means ending up as a corpse.

After long contemplation, Fengxi stamped his foot.

Let's go all out!

You, as regional bigwigs, actually lower yourselves to stir up wind and rain among humanity, putting on shameless omens—painting brows, beautifying eyes—practicing all sorts of crooked ways, corrupting humanity's morals!

Evil arts! All of them evil arts!

As Human Emperor, I cannot tolerate this!

To suppress these crooked winds and evil vapors, I decide——

Even if startling the dead is wrong, and giving the dead advance work is even more conscience-damaging, I have no choice but to do so!

Fengxi stood in the land of reincarnation, his gaze piercing through ages, fixed on Feather Mountain, then shifting to Kunlun.

These two places were once linked by a single event.

The fall of the Donghuang Emperor!

His life was packed with legend: he once worked for the Dragon Ancestor and was invited by the Heavenly Emperor Jun to serve—both were formal agreements.

In the end, the Dragon Ancestor rebuked him, and the Heavenly Emperor even led the killing, causing this top-tier divine adept to die, his corpse falling on Feather Mountain.

Later the tomb was relocated to Kunlun, tended by the Three Pure Ones Heavenly Lords, lest some unnamed Dragon Ancestor sneak over to dance on the grave.

His merits and faults are hard to judge.

Yet his legend is not over.

Donghuang has died.

Yet he is not completely dead.

In the ultimate sacrifice, a thread of life remained, entrusted to the Human Dao.

Now.

Fengxi then turned his thoughts to him.

Donghuang may be dead, but work has already quietly come for him.

Even in death, one must… no, even in death one must work!

Fengxi actually thinks this can work.

Fangxun and Chonghua are both non-mainstream, forging their own paths from birth, their lives steeped in legend.

Well…

He arranged a fake-corpse-background overlord to go out—quite reasonable, right?

He even came up with a name.

The Civil Virtue Mandate—to govern the world!

Civil Mandate!

His past record is highly promising—I believe he can handle the job and not let me down.

Especially, this fake-corpse scheme pits a clear enemy against a hidden me—I can strike unexpectedly.

Furthermore, the Eastern Yi Court's orthodoxy is still with me—this could become a surprise force to catch Chonghua off guard one day.

Chonghua checks Fangxun, while the Civil Mandate tugs at Chonghua—occasionally lending a hand to give Fangxun a dose of eye drops.

Fengxi's mental abacus clicked and crackled.

Three people, one play.

This is destined to be an endless, tangled complex brawl.

No names.

Taking into account the backgrounds behind these three individuals would even give those in the know a headache.

No specific names.

Barring any surprises, Mr. Chonghua surely harbors many designs against the ancestral witch Gonggong; even if he cannot repress him, he seeks to exile and banish him—this is a contest between witches and demons.

Mr. Chonghua, Gonggong Ancestral Witch

As for Wenming, his past—the East Hua Emperor—is actually very attentive to the Azure Dragon Great Sage; it seems he'd be glad to add hindrances—for instance, if you unleash a great flood, I'll go assist in flood control.

Wenming, East Hua Emperor, Azure Dragon Great Sage

Grudges and grievances have long been beyond counting.

No names.

Besides that, the direct killer of the East Hua Emperor turned out to be Emperor Jun's doing—a mortal grudge; how could there be no thoughts afterward?

East Hua Emperor, Di Jun

One never knows which day Chonghua, while out inspecting the world, would suddenly die mid‑journey, while Wenming would ascend to the throne of Supreme Lord, gazing over the vast expanse.

Chonghua, Wenming, Supreme Lord

Who, then, is the ultimate victor?

No names.

Fengxi leisurely lets his thoughts wander, his reverie boundless.

Fengxi

After a moment, he gathered his thoughts, and with one hand rummaged through his small treasury, finally producing a splendid and radiant imperial edict.

Imperial Edict

This is the inheritance of the White Emperor's orthodoxy.

White Emperor Orthodoxy

Silently, he cast forth this edict, spanning boundless spacetime, directly into the tomb of the East Hua Emperor on Kunlun Mountain, landing upon the sleeping remains; gradually, it acquired a different aura.

Kunlun Mountain, East Hua Emperor's Tomb, Imperial Edict

"Click... click..."

No names.

Scrape, scrape—that is the step of lifting the coffin and rising.

No names.

But in the end, there seems to be some lacking; the strength wanes, the coffin lid is lifted more than halfway, yet still falls short a bit.

No names.

"Is it still not enough?"

No names.

Fengxi's eyes deepened; with a flip of his hand, a long sword appeared.

Fengxi, Long Sword

This is the sword once worn by the East Hua Emperor, and also the foundation for implementing the netherworld's laws in today's realm of reincarnation.

East Hua Emperor, Reincarnation Netherworld, Underworld

A wandering soul, a kind of will, roams throughout the world—from the star‑enshrouded Heavenly Court, to the earth‑bound human race, finally to the afterworld—it is nearly omnipresent, leaving its deepest, clearest mark everywhere.

Heavenly Court, Human Race

Within the Heavenly Court, though the East Hua people have perished, their governance has not ceased.

Heavenly Court, East Hua People

Among humanity, the East Hua have had very thorough dealings with Nüwa, having long absorbed and assimilated the essence of her thought.

Human Race, East Hua, Nüwa

Now, in the netherworld and the underworld, after the upheaval of overturning heaven and earth, a seed has taken root and sprouted.

Netherworld, Underworld

"Indeed... within the underworld, it has only taken root and sprouted, not yet grown into a towering tree, lacking a most convincing guardian."

Underworld, Guardian

"But this will come soon!"

No names.

When Kejia bears the boundless karma of humanity and becomes the sword's bearer, that moment will be the most splendid moment of this law's path, and East Hua will be reborn at that instant.

Qingjia, Sword Bearer, East Hua

Then go to Chonghua's side and have a lovely ruler‑minister tale.

Chonghua

Fengxi shows a smile, saying, "Incidentally, sending Chonghua to the divine altar is one example of virtue; voluntary abdication, just like us emperors."

Fengxi, Chonghua, Human Emperor

"If he is unwilling..."

No names.

"Then please have him be willing and happy!"

No names.

Fengxi smiles lightly, casually tosses it, and the sword sweeps across the netherworld, landing in Kejia's hand.

Fengxi, Netherworld, Qingjia

This posthumously ennobled Flame Emperor, upon receiving the sword, instantly grasped its meaning, sighed lightly, hung the long sword at his waist, casually patted it, and muttered to himself.

Flame Emperor, Long Sword

"Mmm... we're all destined to toil!"

No names.

"Do the most exhausting work, endure the hardest labor."

No names.

"Come on, follow me and walk the whole path of Fengdu's proper position, so that we may be acknowledged by the heavenly hosts of departed souls and spirits."

Fengdu, All Heavens

"At that time, you and I shall both be crowned, supreme and noble!"

Supreme

……

No names.

"Just as Nüwa arranged."

Nüwa

When Longtu Teng began to stir and frenziedly promote Faxun, the Eastern Barbarian court also sprang into action.

Longtutu, Fangxun, Dongyi Royal Court

Chonghua ascended the stage of all humanity, no longer confined to the Eastern Barbarians.

Chonghua, Human Race, Dongyi

He represents the Eastern Barbarians, and has not lacked friction with Faxun.

Dongyi, Fangxun

This made the hidden Azure Dragon Great Sage very angry.

Azure Dragon Great Sage

The Dragon Ancestor somewhat doubts the dragon's birth.

Dragon Ancestor

Why, over these years, does he always encounter some mischief no matter what he does?

No names.

There has never been a time when things went smoothly for him.

No names.

"Really, it doesn't let one rest easy!"

No names.

The ancestral witch Gonggong complains, wanting to give Chonghua a few knocks.

Gonggong Ancestral Witch, Chonghua

Compared to solving the problem, as an ancestral witch, trying to deal with the person who creates the problem still offers hope.

Ancestral Witch

However, among the ancestral witches, some spoke up for Chonghua—Di Jiang and Zhurong ancestral witches lent their support and protected Chonghua a bit.

Ancestral Witch, Di Jiang Ancestral Witch, Zhurong Ancestral Witch, Chonghua

Furthermore, with the Eastern Barbarians' backing—Longtu Teng plus the Dragon Clan—although powerful, they still cannot cover the sky with one hand or act tyrannically.

Dongyi, Longtutu, Dragon Clan

Hey, you guys, stop fighting!

No names.

At the crucial moment, the Flame Emperor appears brilliantly, his face somewhat weary: "We're about to go to the front lines, yet you're still messing around—how absurd!"

Flame Emperor

"Can this be blamed on me?" Gonggong raises an eyebrow, "You and I agreed on a pact, but never mentioned such a situation... and yet there is opposition?!"

Gonggong Ancestral Witch

"Who made the death of Shao Hao related to you?" the Flame Emperor rubs his brow, "Besides, you are indeed a clan ancestor; you should have some tolerance, stop constantly shouting 'Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish'!"

Shaohao, Flame Emperor

"Use your wisdom, magnanimity, and bearing to convince others; don't just resort to fighting and killing all the time—how bad is that!"

No names.

"Since there are easy, hassle‑free methods, why not use them?" Gonggong the ancestral witch is noncommittal: "I see that brat is just a hot‑head, deliberately picking a fight with me... such people can't be subdued; better to beat them to death."

Gonggong Ancestral Witch

The Dragon Ancestor's feeling is very accurate, and he is also quite decisive in slaughter.

Dragon Ancestor

As the behind‑the‑scenes instigator of this matter, the Flame Emperor gives an embarrassed smile, lightly brushes over the topic: "The great battle is imminent; humanity needs unity within."

Flame Emperor, Human Race

"Especially, Chonghua has repeatedly expressed his willingness to personally go to the battlefield to jointly resist foreign foes—how could this chill the hearts of loyal ministers and capable generals?"

Chonghua

"So regarding your affairs, I will arrange the feudal lords of the four directions to coordinate together."

Feudal Lords of the Four Directions

Strive to let Zhonghua, this young fellow, command the Eastern Yi King's Court, assist and cooperate with you.

"Is this reliable?" Gonggong snorted, "I can see that guy's eyes—there's ill intent deep down, looks familiar; I think I saw him before in Donghua."

"With someone like this assisting me, I'm afraid I'll be imprisoned one day and lose all my rights!"

"I don't trust him!"

The Dragon Ancestor laid his cards on the table.

"I still don't trust you!" Yandi sneered, "Elder brother doesn't laugh at younger brother—do you dare swear on your Dao heart that you never thought of swallowing the human race, skin and bones, into the dragon clan?"

"Everyone's just fighting for power and profit, so there's no point talking about right and wrong, good and evil!"

"The capable rise, the incapable fall—it's that simple!"

"If you lack ability, are timid and fearful, and dare not face challenges, just say it outright—no one here will laugh at you!"

Yandi spoke, mixing praise and criticism, leaving the Dragon Ancestor speechless.

"All right!" the Dragon Ancestor gritted his teeth, "At least I have the dragon totem and enough external allies; the situation is in my favor, so I shouldn't capsize."

"But some people are insufficient for success and excessive for failure... I don't want, when facing the Heavenly Court as an opponent, to also have to guard against a dagger in the back."

"So, I made it clear to you beforehand."

"If Chonghua dares to hinder my work, secretly tripping me up or dragging me down... don't blame me for dealing with him according to military law!"

"I can accept an honorable defeat, admit I'm inferior in skill, but I will never accept being stabbed in the back!"

Having said this, the Dragon Ancestor gritted his teeth.

Obviously, this tore open an old wound; he had fallen terribly into that pit back then.

"Fine, no problem!"

Yandi nodded, "I'll go make it clear and do my best to avoid this."

"Afterward, we'll judge by merit; the loser must accept it!"

"Hmph!" the Dragon Ancestor slightly raised his head proudly, "I won't lose!"

"Hey... that's hard to say!"

Qiángliáng the Ancestor Witch—Leize the Great Sage—interjected with an inexplicable remark, "Don't speak too absolutely... who knows, the result might be surprising? Watch out for accidents!"

"Hahaha..." Gonggong the Ancestor Witch laughed loudly, "What accident could there be?!"

"As long as we don't play dirty, with fair competition, from past to present, I've feared no one!"

The Dragon Ancestor had lofty aspirations and ambition.

"Is this mere position of human sovereign not something I can just sit in if I want?"

The Dragon Ancestor was immensely heroic.

At this moment he resembled an old Marshal on a stage, his back bristling with flags.

……

So Gonggong's misfortune is understandable, quite reasonable, and absolutely not targeted at anyone.

One day, the Five Emperors of Heaven gathered, and someone chatted about ancient and modern times.

"Against anyone, he fights for the throne—if he isn't cut down, who is?"

"Nüwa mended heaven and set earth, first slaying the black dragon."

"Zhuanxu caught him and beat him to death."

"Shun found an opportunity and exiled him."

"Yu the Great controlled the waters, and with a single Dinghai divine needle he just stabbed it straight into the sea!"

"Is he wronged?"

"He is not wronged!"

"He fears nobody, so we all just have to play a round with him!"

"In a fair fight, he's certainly not bad, but compared to us... he's still lacking a bit!"

"Among those who are laughing last now, his figure is nowhere to be seen!"

The Ancient Emperor Great Emperor, talking and laughing with ease.

"But having said that, the old dragon is actually not bad either!"

"His head is so iron, he's been beaten so many times yet still holds a sovereign position... although his later years are unclear, he served as a retired emperor for many years, ending in depression."

"Yes, yes!"

Several Heavenly Emperor titans laughed heartily, the air filled with a cheerful atmosphere that lingered.

That is, the Dragon Ancestor Great Sage wasn't present here, so he couldn't hear this secret.

Otherwise... his soul would probably have been blown apart by anger.

Legend has it that Yao abdicated to Shun, then served as a retired emperor for a full twenty‑eight years...

(End of chapter)