Chapter 791: Bai Ze's Sorrowful Road, Xuanyuan's Left Historiographer

Cang Emperor has already reached the pinnacle of life in this era.

In this special period, he served as General Manager of the Human Race Company, responsible for various personnel affairs, scheduling, compiling household registries, and reviewing all tribes.

Everything belongs to humanity!

This is his job, and it can be said that almost only he can do it well.

After all, in this world, who could be as learned as he?

He knows astronomy above, geography below, trivial matters and the grand scheme of the universe; he knows everything, understands everything.

For every tribe's civilization and development, Cangjie could clearly grasp it in his mind, and according to the current reality, make reasonable arrangements so that it aligns with humanity's civilization.

From cooperative development and communication, to multi-system tribes and territorial demarcations, to all rivers returning to the sea and all tribes becoming human… there is a complete strategy for building a human destiny community, designed by him, a rare grand blueprint in the post-witch-demon era!

Eliminating barriers between tribes, gradually integrating into human civilization, then using Nüwa's created path of transformation—this borrows the dragon tribe's metamorphosis mechanism to achieve perfect integration.

One must admit, the vision and breadth of the Dragon Ancestor Great Sage are truly outstanding.

The dragon tribe could dominate the Dragon-Phoenix era, having its roots…… the law of great unification sweeps across the ages, nearly invincible!

It's a pity that the ancient dragon ancestor clashed with August Emperor, who terrifyingly forged the destiny great dao—compared to that, the dragon tribe's system is more approachable, gaining more support, and it also decided who would obtain the final Pangu Dao fruit.

Destiny balanced the innate divinities and the myriad spirits of the masses, won everyone's support, and ultimately forged the human dao!

No matter how fierce the dragon tribe, it cannot overcome the collective human dao of the masses; moreover, it was even incorporated, becoming an inseparable part of the human dao.

The dragon can defy Fuxi's orders, but cannot refuse the destiny merit he bestows.

The dragon tribe will not betray the dragon ancestor, after all that is their ethnic root and bloodline source…… they need more money!

And now, it is just like then.

Nüwa the Holy Sovereign, her merit participates in creation.

She created all tribes, opened the cycle of reincarnation, shaped humanity, introduced the transformation mechanism…… she strives to build a great collective that tends toward a pan-consciousness.

Cangjie at this moment is her spokesperson and worker, helping to complete the final step.

All tribes return to humanity…… this is similar to the Dragon Ancestor Great Sage's ultimate goal of having all tribes return to the dragon, accomplishing what the dragon ancestor always wanted but could not achieve.

But similarly, the classic is reenacted.

There is another person, who bribed the masses and became a stumbling block on Nüwa's path to success!

"My heart and conduct are clear as a bright mirror; all my actions belong to justice!"

Xuanyuan stands atop Mount Tai, behind him banners flutter, the gates of the underworld's ghost wide open, dead souls form armies, gathering here, presenting an atmosphere of overturning heaven and earth.

The era is fraught with bloodshed.

Only with great sacrifice and ambition can one dare to call for the sun and moon to renew the heavens!

The heaven of the human dao also ought to be changed!

The masses themselves are masters; how can they allow others to slaughter them!

Respect the elders.

But that does not mean accepting exploitation by the elders.

"Go, invite the Cang Emperor…… let us together conduct an in-depth yet accessible discussion on the future destiny of humanity's dao."

After Xuanyuan issued the order, a war corps set out, swords pointed at where Cangjie was.

Towards his old friend, Xuanyuan shows no courtesy at all.

After all!

Friends are just there to be schemed against!

Casually dealing with Cangjie, Huangdi leads the army, conducting a hunt across the Honghuang lands…… perhaps this is his final unrestrained indulgence, wandering the splendid landscapes of Honghuang.

Afterwards, it will be an uncertain campaign.

Either life or death!

And even if victorious, what then?

Most likely he will be confined to the deep palace, in a situation like Dao Ancestor Hongjun, which is his fate.

Bearing the human dao, circulating the five virtues, bestowing blessings upon the masses…… this requires a supreme Holy Sovereign to fill the vacancy!

Beneath the radiant Holy Way, there is an overabundance of wisdom and sacrifice from supreme sages.

Xuanyuan calmly accepts such fate, with little complaint, sweet as candy.

However, even without regret, he also wishes to personally behold the splendid mountains and rivers, engraving every plant and tree of heaven and earth into his heart.

Turning the four seas, stepping over mountains, gazing at the stars, beholding the Netherworld…… his heart grows calmer, his resolve ever firmer.

Until a certain moment, when bad news arrived, breaking his state of mind, adding a ripple to his heart.

"Has the Cang Emperor not been invited?"

Xuanyuan calmly looked at his subordinate general.

The general's face showed shame: "I am incapable…… the Cang Emperor is strong, and upholding Nüwa's orders, we are powerless."

"Is that so? Then the failure is…… also understandable."

Xuanyuan nodded, not minding it.

"Since Cangjie does not want dignity, I will help him have dignity."

Huangdi sighed softly, his traveling palace already at Mount Huan, separated from the Cang Emperor's location by thousands of mountains and waters, boundless rivers.

Nevertheless, he never gave it a thought.

Between expressions of neither sorrow nor joy, a long sword leapt from his waist and landed in his hand.

— This is the Xuanyuan Sword.

Upon its first appearance, it split the era's pulse, letting the cosmic age waver between light and darkness—is it dawn, the emergence of hope? Or sunset, the final swan song?

It makes it hard to tell.

This sword bears too much, engraves too much.

There were the ultimate truths of the Dao and Law that came from the ancient era of dragons and phoenixes, and also the Five Virtues proposed by the reflection of human Dao in the era of demons and monsters; it recorded the bloody conquests and slaughter of the demons, and also wrote the spirit of sacrifice and desperate struggle to death of the Wu.

Honghuang unified, governing all beings… everything, it seems, can find its answer here.

When Huangdi raised this sword levelly, heaven and earth trembled, time and ages flowed backward, a supreme aura surged, with the heroic spirit to overturn heaven and earth!

Just like the blinding flash when the Slayer-Wu Sword unleashed its might, its rhythm moved the Human Dao, leaving each and every Dao‑proved Eternal of the Wu Clan unable to turn the tide or resist.

This human race's holy sword, the Xuanyuan Sword, likewise bears the sharpness of pointing at the three thousand Great Luo to demand an answer, cleaving the ancient firmament and opening a brand‑new era!

This is the Dao of Xuanyuan!

The Dao reaches everywhere, leaves nothing untouched.

Even if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, spanning boundless time and space, it is as if face to face.

At this moment.

Only after seeing off Xuanyuan's subordinate commander Cangjie did his complexion turn deathly pale.

In his eyes flashed an incredulous hue; he heard the lingering, clear sword resonance echoing deep in his soul, and his face had not a trace of blood.

'We're doomed…'

That was the thought rising in his mind.

When he again saw a sword light that crossed seamless time and boundless space, from past to present and then to future; from the ground beneath his feet to the vast Honghuang, and on to the Myriad Heavens…

Every fragment of time and space, every locus of fate occupied by the Great Sage Báizé, manifested this sword light, which then fell!

'I thought that a girl appearing out of nowhere, with Nüwa's backhand slaughter, was already seeing the end of the era…'

'But I never expected…'

'I could still see the true big boss surfacing, paying me such attention!'

'Commander of the volunteer army of ghosts and spirits?'

'You're volunteering to be a ghost!'

'You're personally the Human Dao descending onto the battlefield, aren't you?!'

This is Báizé's lingering obsession.

Then…

Then there was no 'then' anymore.

Even if Cangjie struggled with all his might, twisted and turned, and exhausted every divine means he could muster, it was to no avail.

That sword blazed through the ages, letting Báizé see the birth and death of the Myriad Heavens, see the eternal prosperity of the Human Dao… after a fleeting glance, he also saw a thread of innate spiritual light—well, this light looked very familiar to him—it was his own innate immortal spiritual light!

With one sword, just a little more and Báizé could be blown apart into equipment!

At this very moment, Xuanyuan no longer concealed anything.

He truly displayed peak combat power, capable of sweeping aside an age and stunning myriad ages.

Within the origin of the Human Dao, Fengxi awoke, his eyes no longer filled with much confusion.

With the united hearts of all beings, the cooperation of departed souls, and the will of the era coalescing, facing the trial sent down by the Dragon-Phoenix Heavenly Court, heart and strength united, accelerating Fengxi's ascent.

He is the Human Dao, and the Human Dao is he!

With this background, Xuanyuan's combat power went completely berserk.

If it weren't still lacking a thread to be complete, needing to break through Xihuang's trial… Fengxi has already become comparable to Pangu!

But that missing thread is the difference between heaven and earth.

Nevertheless, Xuanyuan became one of the strongest transverse forces between heaven and earth, able to wage war against Houtu, to attack the Heavenly Dao, and to let the Human Dao's myriad peoples take charge as masters!

To take charge, to be master… saying it is easy, but in practice it is too hard.

Without the strength to overturn the table, how can one take charge and be master?

Even raising one's voice is dangerous, lest a few big ruffians take turns beating him.

Only when one can beat to death and cripple several leading ancient god sages can one straighten one's back.

Xuanyuan now had the strength to fight the world alone, and Báizé, 'fortunately', became the first test subject.

Who let him lose face, openly defying Huangdi's edict?

He ought to be personally subdued and slain!

'If you meet Fengxi and do not bow, your true destiny is lost; your name is in the blacklist. With each step you kowtow, your sins are halved on the little ledger, sparing your true spirit.'

Xuanyuan spoke calmly, sending the words into Cangjie's ears.

But Cangjie was already unable to answer.

'Pfft!'

His body was covered in countless blood marks, spacetime collapsed, and the unconscious Báizé plunged into it, not knowing where he had been banished.

Only after a long time had passed did he stubbornly recover.

Having awakened, he still did not get up, just lying on the desolate sand, listening to the distant roar of waves, dazedly, tears streaming down.

As the saying goes, a man does not lightly shed tears—until his heart is broken.

At this moment, Báizé was utterly heartbroken.

What kind of world is this?!

How can it be this hard for him?!

All along the way, he's been trapped in cruel schemes, forced into various situations…

He once thought that, holding the History of Pangu, he could accomplish a great undertaking.

Only later did he discover that his so‑called friends were just there to trap him, and he actually became a courier!

He tried hedging both sides, but instead was successively blocked by Fuxi and Nüwa, who demanded he go undercover opposite them, sell all kinds of information, forced to play a spy‑within‑spy‑within‑spy epic, becoming the king of double‑crossers.

Can this ending be good?

Báizé felt that, in a few years, he might end up being filled into the sea's eye!

Although people often say, even brothers settle accounts clearly…… but when outsiders meddle in this brothers' conflict, afterwards they will definitely be settled, sent off to do miscellaneous work, hard labor…… being able to become a Parting Waters Marshal filling the sea eye is already good!

One day, just because he stepped in with his left foot first, and then got killed by someone who took a dislike to him, wouldn't be surprising!

What can be done?

His fists aren't hard enough; he can only endure for now.

Enduring and enduring, he discovers that opportunities aren't completely absent…… right?

Xihuang enters the fray, a chaotic battle ensues, the Witch-Slaying Sword slaughters wildly, the Mountain-Splitting Axe sacrifices itself in explosion…… in a daze, everyone gets kicked out!

As for him, thanks to his understanding of various crucial secrets, he fortuitously found the Luoshu, thereby clarifying the way home.

——What a great thing!

All the gods have been exiled; Honghuang is now without a master!

At this very moment, shouldn't we just let him slaughter wildly?

He has returned.

Then……

He then saw a girl.

At that moment, Báizé's heart was shattered.

——Nüwa has actually truly gone bad!

——Can now fish!

——Can now play dead to cheat corpses!

Báizé truly felt the heavens collapse.

Even the innate divinity's universally acknowledged conscience has fallen; thereafter, in this world, who can still be trusted?

He really wanted to criticize, but seeing the girl clench her fists, he ultimately chose to follow his heart.

——Working for Nüwa isn't so bad, is it?

Although it might not bring big earnings, one never has to worry about benefits.

"Nüwa may not be as outstanding as her elder brother, but she's not without benefits…… at least she's not a workaholic, won't crazy demand overtime."

"There's five insurances and one housing fund, work four days rest three days, six hours work a day, salary paid for eighteen months a year, only need to work ten months……"

"Barely acceptable, right?"

Báizé pondered, lowered his head and accepted his fate.

Thus, he took office posthaste as Human King, becoming the Granary Emperor.

But the good times didn't last long!

He hadn't even warmed the seat beneath him!

Xuanyuan has returned!

Let him return, let him return; Báizé pondered…… he doesn't need to be afraid, does he?

Without the Taiji Diagram and Pangu Banner, does the Yellow Emperor have anything to worry about?

Not afraid!

Báizé watched coldly as Xuanyuan's call summoned countless wandering souls and ghosts' followers.

But after watching and watching, he noticed something was a little off——

This seems to have some connection with Fengdu?!

Before he could sort it out, Xuanyuan sent someone to "invite" him to Mount Tai to friendly exchange with the Yellow Emperor and discuss human affairs.

Can he go?

Definitely not!

With so many ghosts and spirits on Mount Tai, who knows how much human intervention it will provoke?

Even if he is a Taiyi, he can't just go up there for nothing!

Thus, he declined.

Then…… there was no afterwards.

Xuanyuan, knowing his choice, lightly gave Báizé a sword.

Heaven knows!

How much damage does such a ferocious sword inflict on Báizé's body and spirit?!

Báizé merely thinks about it, and tears already stream down his face.

"Are you done grieving? Can we talk now? If so, just squeak."

A calm and indifferent voice, yet like a demon's, sounded, making Báizé shudder all over, "Squeak!"

"Very good."

On the seashore, Xuanyuan sat cross-legged, pulled Báizé out of the deep pit, gave a light cough twice, "I am the Yellow Emperor, seeking talent thirstily, needing great virtuous assistance……"

"Mr. Cangjie, your achievements are outstanding; you could be my pillar, serve as Left Historian…… what do you think?"

(End of chapter)