Chapter 101

Ancient great demon - Bai Ze!

Listening to the system's prompt.

Li Xiang's expression was suddenly a bit bewildered.

Bai Ze?

He was no stranger to this name.

In his previous life, he had read many novels, all of which had introductions to Bai Ze.

He is the military advisor of the Demon Race in the Primordial World stories and a great demon with an extremely revered status.

The Primordial World exists; he had already confirmed this.

After all, he had played chess with the Dao Ancestor himself, and he was also very curious about the Primordial World stories.

But...

How does this world still have traces of the Primordial World?

Shouldn't the world he is in be an independent world?

He remembered that the history of this world was recorded in reverse; how could it still be related to the Primordial World?

Coupled with what Bai Ze said earlier about the Huangdi Xuanyuan, the background of this world now made him feel increasingly confusing.

And, how long has Bai Ze actually lived?!

Li Xiang observed his aura, which was roughly as strong as Su Qin's, only around the first grade.

How could he have lived from ancient times until today?

The history Su Qin spoke of seemed to be only one-sided.

In that much more distant past, this heaven and earth had a very magnificent and vast past.

In a while, he would have a chance to ask about ancient secrets; he had to think carefully about what to ask to learn more about the past of this world.

While pondering,

he heard a light laugh from the opposite side.

"Using the Demon Spirit as a new test for the Dragon Gate to change the current pattern of the Dragon Gate."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Bai Ze knelt on the ground, in a great mood, holding the bead Li Xiang had put down, sighing in admiration repeatedly.

"It's just..."

"The matter of the Dragon Gate is of great importance; it concerns the karma of a True Dragon being born in the future."

"Although what my Daoist friend said makes sense, I must allow this Daoist to consider it for a while."

"Demon Spirit entering the pool—no matter what, I need to discuss it properly with the spirit of the Dragon Gate; otherwise, once the Dragon Gate is displeased and escapes, it will be quite troublesome for me to find it."

Bai Ze held the orange-yellow bead in his hand, playing with it carefully.

On it was imprinted the restriction of Buddhist supernatural powers.

It suppressed the Demon Spirit firmly inside, but the restriction seemed to be somewhat damaged, and there were some restrictions made of Haoran Qi around it as a supplement.

Seeing those Haoran Qi, Bai Ze's expression changed slightly.

It seemed he remembered something, his expression was a bit sad, then he shook his head and said earnestly:

"Daoist friend."

"You had a predestined relationship to wake me up today, so allow me to say one more thing."

"Heaven and earth are about to change; if possible, it is best not to place your foundation on Confucianism."

Hmm?

Li Xiang was surprised.

Bai Ze saw his concerns and spoke lightly, but he only said half of what he had to say.

"Confucianism originally intended to ask the heart, supplemented by the work of education; it was originally a path of small cultivation, but later it relied on the Human Dao, independent and external, cultivating the original heart internally and practicing the Kingly Way externally."

"It relies on the Human Dao to exist; if the Human Dao is prosperous, then Confucianism is prosperous, awing the four seas and eight wildernesses, with one breath of Haoran Qi, traversing a thousand miles."

"However, if one day, the Human Dao declines, or even collapses, then Confucianism..."

Bai Ze didn't say much more, just looked at Li Xiang solemnly.

It seemed that the content that followed was inappropriate to say.

"This path is a small path, not the original path of standing."

"I hope my Daoist friend will cherish it."

"The path of shedding the mortal is not a shortcut; otherwise, I fear you will not be able to achieve the right result in the end."

"Once the path you rely on collapses, not to mention the death of the body and the disappearance of the Dao, you will also have your cultivation scattered, which is extremely dangerous."

Bai Ze advised kindly.

He was very happy today, in a great mood.

Originally, he only calculated that someone would visit; he had been fishing for a hundred years, and having a creature come to drink and have fun, seek a bit of freedom, and understand the changes in the outside world was enough.

He didn't expect to meet such a wonderful person as Li Xiang.

The matter of the Dragon Gate actually seemed to have a solution.

How could this not make him feel happy?

Pondering for a while, Bai Ze reached into his bosom and took out a black-colored token and handed it to Li Xiang.

"Daoist friend, this is something I refined with my heart's blood; it contains a wisp of my aura. You can use this object to open the restrictions outside the Dragon Gate and come to this place often in the future to find me for a drink."

"If there are fish-dragons on the hook, I will share the delicacies with my Daoist friend."

Bai Ze returned the token and the bead sealing the Demon Spirit to Li Xiang.

Today was not the time for the Demon Spirit to enter the pool.

After Bai Ze discussed it with the Dragon Gate and agreed, he would invite Li Xiang to come over again and hang the Demon Spirit on the dragon's head to change the solidified situation under the Dragon Gate.

After doing this, Bai Ze called the attendant to collect the leftovers, lit the incense burner, and then drove the two attendants out, raised his hand to sacrifice a piece of green light, and covered the whole room, as if in the clouds, appearing and disappearing.

Vaguely, it seemed that one could see the appearance of the Heavenly Palace from this mist.

It was just mostly broken and full of decadent aura.

However, one could vaguely see the former majesty and see that it was once an incomparably vast Heavenly Palace complex.

Once this scene appeared, the entire fishing platform seemed to have completely disappeared, hidden in the ruins of the Heavenly Palace.

Even a tiny bit of aura could not be sensed.

After doing this, Bai Ze spoke leisurely.

"You and I had an agreement earlier."

"I can tell you stories from ancient times."

"It's just that after some creatures cultivate to the extreme, just chanting their true names will cause them to have a sense."

"Especially in this era, the history regarding ancient times has been completely erased by certain existences."

"Ancient history cannot be spoken; if I tell you, it will probably attract the peeping of those guys, so I need to cover up the karma."

"It's just that for certain reasons, my cultivation has fallen too much, and my power is weak, so I can only cover up one karma for you."

"So this Daoist can only answer one question for you today; if I say more, I am worried that you will fall into the trap because of this and be driven by others."

Bai Ze spoke solemnly, the green light above his head continuing to cover the fishing platform, as if covering up karma.

"So, have you thought about what you want to ask? Or should I continue with what I just said and tell you some things about Xuanyuan?"

Li Xiang looked up at Bai Ze.

Looking at the green light Bai Ze sacrificed, his eyes were slightly surprised.

That power!

It seemed somewhat similar to Haoran Righteous Qi.

There were some differences, but in the core essence, there was almost no difference.

It was just that the center of that power was to maintain the Demon Race and had many suppression powers against other creatures.

Strange!

Combining what Bai Ze said just now, Li Xiang suddenly felt.

Could it be that before the history of the Human Race, this heaven and earth had experienced a magnificent and vast Demon Race era?

So much so that it gave birth to a power similar to Confucianism but with the Demon Race as its essence.

After pondering slightly,

Li Xiang suddenly understood what Bai Ze hadn't finished saying just now.

It seemed that Bai Ze's power was similar to Confucianism.

With the decline of the Demon Race, the power was weakened countless times.

No wonder he advised himself to change his Dao foundation; it turned out that he had already suffered a big loss because of this.

Thinking of this, Li Xiang suddenly felt a bit of gratitude toward Bai Ze in his heart.

It seemed that the relationship between the Demon Race and the Human Race was not completely antagonistic in some aspects.

Li Xiang looked up and met Bai Ze's gaze.

"Daoist friend, I still want to hear the story of Xuanyuan."

"The history of my Human Race doesn't seem to have detailed records; in the books, starting from that divine dynasty that suppressed the nine heavens and ten earths, the past was completely cut off. If my Daoist friend can, without touching taboos, tell me about that forgotten history."

"This seems to have a great connection with the story of the rise of my Human Race, and I really want to understand it."

"I, Li Xiang, thank Daoist Ze!"

Bai Ze smiled.

"Sure enough, even after millions of years, descendants still can't forget that person's name."

Bai Ze's eyes changed slightly, as if crossing the ages, stained with a bit of vicissitudes.

"Xuanyuan, ah."

"That was the most shining creature of that era."

The green light on top swayed slightly, and a piece of green cloud fell, vaguely outlining the image of a man.

He was wearing simple clothes, with a long sword swirling around his waist; the whole person didn't look like he had any very special feeling, just feeling like a neighbor's old farmer, unable to see his face clearly, but feeling very kind.

Even, on his feet, on his shoes, you could still see some yellow mud.

Dirty scale marks were on his trouser legs, looking like he had been planting rice halfway through, and then carried his sword out to kill the enemy.

To put it nicely, simple and steady.

To put it ugly, why does this person have the taste of an old farmer?

"Hmm?"

"This is what Xuanyuan looks like?"

Li Xiang was a bit surprised.

This seemed to have a big gap from the ancestor of human Dao, the Huangdi Xuanyuan, in his heart.

Shouldn't he be wearing imperial robes, majestic and incomparable, suppressing all enemies in the nine heavens and ten earths?

But now, this...

Neither majestic nor dignified.

How, how does it seem, really like a neighbor's old farmer.

"Why?"

"Is there a gap with the Xuanyuan in your heart?"

"Hahaha."

"When I first saw him, my thoughts were almost exactly the same as yours, hahahaha!"

"Daoist friend, don't be deceived by his kind appearance; this was the strongest and most shining creature of that era."

"He was so strong that even the two Emperors had to avoid his edge, so strong that even after millions of years, descendants haven't forgotten his name."

Bai Ze smiled and looked at Li Xiang.

"Who says a legendary figure must have a legendary origin?"

"Xuanyuan, the Huangdi—counting it up, he is the first Emperor of your Human Race."

"One who was so strong that even we had to call him a Great Emperor."

As if there was a sense in the dark, with the falling of Bai Ze's voice, a formless power suddenly shook on the green cloud outside the fishing platform; in an instant, the Heavenly Palace manifested by the green cloud shattered a lot.

Even the Dragon Gate had a sense.

The dragon head at the very top flashed with red light in its eyes.

As Bai Ze said, it seemed that when mentioning certain history, it attracted the peeping of some existences.

Following the karma, it was about to find out who was peeping at ancient history.

Bai Ze didn't seem to care.

"Don't worry about it, let's continue."

Waving his hand, another green light fell, repairing the cover.

"At that time, heaven and earth were not like what you see now, divided into five regions: the Nether Ancient Ice Plain in the north, the Sinking Demon Soil in the Western Region, the Great Wilderness in the south, the East Sea in the east, and the Human Race Central Plains in the middle."

"At that time, the East Sea was not a sea, but land, with spirit rhyme everywhere and countless god-demon bloodlines; that continent was called the Mountain and Sea Ancestral Land, the land of revival for my Demon Race."

"The Nether Ancient Glacier was also not a glacier, and there were no such strange undead on it; at that time, we called it the North Sea, and there were the most beautiful auroras in the world."

"The Southern Wilderness and the Western Region were also not as desolate as they are now, each inhabited by many creatures, mostly the dwellings of Innate Saints. On the Kunlun Mountain in the Central Plains, lived the twelve most powerful Innate Gods in the world."

"In that era, heaven and earth belonged to the Demon Race, to the gods and saints in the sky; of the five regions of heaven and earth, my Demon Race obtained four, and the Emperor of my Demon Race used supreme power to open the eternal Divine Court above the nine heavens, suppressing everything, as the sixth great region. Except for the Central Plains, all mountains and rivers belonged to the Demon Soil."

Talking about these stories,

a trace of recollection flashed in Bai Ze's eyes; that was the most prosperous period of the Demon Race, and also the era he lived in.

But unfortunately, this story was not describing how great the Demon Race once was.

"That was an incomparably brilliant era; every year, many extraordinary figures were born, and every year, creatures cultivated to the point of being able to ascend to the Heavenly Court."

"Even, within my Demon Race, there were creatures who cultivated to the extreme and walked out another Emperor, entering the Heavenly Palace."

"Two Emperors in one clan—what a brilliant era that was."

"But such a brilliant era with two Emperors suppressing everything was overshadowed by the rise of one man."

Bai Ze changed his tone, his tone carrying a bit of vicissitudes.

"Xuanyuan the Great Emperor, ah, a guy who rose like a shooting star."

"In that era when your Human Race was just our Demon Race's blood food, no creature would feel that in the future, these mountains and rivers would belong to the Human Race."

"Usually, these domestic animals that we randomly sacrificed to nourish our blood and Qi would actually give birth to such creatures."

"At that time, except for a group of small tribes that we drove to the North Sea, other humans were all our slaves."

"Until the appearance of that man, carrying a broken sword he didn't know where he picked up, he slashed all the way from the Fire Cloud Cave in the North Sea to the Lihen Heaven of my Demon Race, beheading more than three hundred great demons. From then on, the Human Race completely escaped the control of our Demon Race."

"This is a very legendary figure, legendary to the point that the young me at that time felt it was unbelievable."

"It was as if it were fate in the dark; the world needed such a creature to emerge to end the previous era and open the next era."

"No one knows how he rose."

"He was like he emerged out of thin air."

"It only took him ten years to go from an ordinary farmer"

"to grow into an existence that could fight against two Emperors at the same time."

"Those were Emperors, ah; those were existences that broke the myth of cultivation and walked out another step above the Saint!"

Bai Ze sighed long.

He expressed both unwillingness and Xuanyuan's strength.

"The first ten years, invincible in this world; the middle ten years, changing heaven and earth; the last ten years—I cannot say, this karma is too big; if I say it, I will enter the trap. Daoist friend, forgive me."

Bai Ze pointed at the green cloud and began to tell the story of Xuanyuan the Great Emperor's middle ten years.

The green cloud in front of Li Xiang also changed accordingly.

The originally old farmer-like Xuanyuan didn't know when he put on armor, holding a long sword engraved with divine patterns, behind him were countless Human Race armies.

A banner was fluttering, with a "Human" character standing tall.

The military edge pointed directly at the Central Plains.

"He said, the North Sea is cold and bitter, not a place for the Human Race to revive."

"The Central Plains heaven and earth are vast, but only provide for the residence of gods."

"Being an Innate God, yet not regulating the mountains and rivers, nor blessing millions of creatures—his virtue does not match his position."

"This is not the Dao of Heaven; he is displeased."

"So he opened mountains and cut roads, led the crowd to attack mountains, and wanted to win a place for the Human Race to revive."

100 chapters, scatter flowers!

There are still two thousand words; I will write them and send them up in a while.

(End of chapter)