Chapter 1337: Bringing Everything Back on Track

Xuanyuan was indeed as Baifeng had guessed, still waiting for Baifeng in the tribe, because the battle last year had truly caused Huaxia to suffer great losses, yet the gains were meager.

The Xuanyuan Tribe, having obtained the most benefits, knew that Baifeng was calculating and would not repeat last year's events this year, letting Huaxia continue to invest in vain; he would certainly want to renegotiate the division of spoils, so he simply waited. He wanted to take down the Shennong Clan with the minimum cost, which required the participation of Huaxia; this was also for the sake of his own safety, as he did not want two people behind him who were always ready for war.

However, before Baifeng arrived, someone came whom Xuanyuan had not expected: Zhishou. Xuanyuan was very curious as to how Zhishou could have set out alone since Winter, trekked such a long distance, and still arrived safely at the Xuanyuan Tribe; in this era, this was almost impossible.

Once was lucky enough, but it seemed Zhishou had done such things more than once.

Xuanyuan thought that if he asked Zhishou this time, Zhishou still wouldn't say why, but he didn't expect Zhishou to say without concealment: "Of course I didn't come alone. After all, I am just an old man; it would be impossible to cross such a long distance to get here, it is too dangerous.

I had the Soldiers of Kongtong escort me here, and only when I reached the Xuanyuan Tribe, close to Qingqiu, did I come alone and let them return."

Having said this, Xuanyuan understood the reason. Otherwise, even if the people of Kongtong Mountain were all incomparably intelligent and incomparably strong, such a thing would still feel incredible, as if only the gods could do it.

Xuanyuan asked Zhishou why he had come back again now; he did not understand.

Zhishou was as high-spirited as before, drinking the best tea of the Xuanyuan Tribe and saying: "Because the world has changed greatly, and there is another huge variable. Guangchengzi does not know what the future will turn into, so he sent me to help you, to let everything develop in the right direction."

After a slight pause, he added: "Of course, it is also because I want to see Baifeng again; there are some things I want to ask him."

"Ask him? Is it a question for Guangchengzi? Even someone as wise as Guangchengzi has things he does not know?"

Zhishou smiled and replied to Xuanyuan: "In this world, there is nothing that appears out of thin air. What Guangchengzi has is also the wisdom accumulated by the Sages before him. Now that a different person has appeared, bringing different changes, naturally he wants to know the answer; what is strange about that?

Even if you use the Divination Technique to ask the gods, you can only ask for answers to things in the near future. If you ask the gods what will happen a thousand years from now, the gods cannot tell you the answer.

No, even if they told you the answer, you would not be able to understand or interpret it, and would only think the gods told you nothing. For example, if you went to ask the gods ten years ago what changes the Xuanyuan Tribe would have, the gods would tell you that your tribe has a person named Cangjie who will create writing.

But could you interpret such an answer? Even the most powerful Great Shaman in the world would likely be unable to interpret this answer, because you do not know what writing is. In your mind, you cannot imagine what writing is, so naturally you have no way to interpret it."

"Ah!" Xuanyuan suddenly understood. It was indeed so. In these few years, he had seen too many things he could not understand. If he had not seen them with his own eyes, he really could not have imagined them, let alone a shaman relying on Yarrow or Tortoise Shell to judge.

But Xuanyuan suddenly remembered something: "But why did Guangchengzi know about this before? Before he had even met me, he already knew there was a person like me in the world and sent you to teach me knowledge. Could it be that when a person's wisdom is sufficient, they can even divine a person's name?"

"Perhaps..." Zhishou's tone was a bit emotional: "The Sages of Kongtong Mountain left behind too much. He predicted many people and many things, and we, through the generations, have followed the guidance to impart knowledge.

Originally, everything was normal, and everything was right, but Huaxia appeared, making everything different. We even wondered if our memories had gone wrong, if the Sages of the past had missed Baifeng, had missed Huaxia.

But such an important person and such an event should not be forgotten, so we believe that Huaxia is a variable, a person who will influence everything, so I have come again.

I hope that with the knowledge and ability of our Kongtong Mountain, we can reduce the influence of this variable and let everything develop and continue according to the normal predictions."

Zhishou did not finish; the last sentence was that this way, Kongtong Mountain could also continue to exist and persist.

Baifeng did not know that Zhishou had gone to the Xuanyuan Tribe again. He was actually very willing to let the clever old man Zhishou visit Huaxia more often; Zhishou was indeed a rare and capable person in this era, and perhaps Guangchengzi was even more capable.

Baifeng often had the thought of going to Kongtong Mountain to take a look, especially in the past, when he urgently wanted to know the answer to everything, but now he didn't want to go as much; it might also be because he was afraid of knowing the answer.

Now he only wanted to use his own ability, to do his best, while he was still physically strong, to develop Huaxia to be more powerful, at least to be able to exist stably for several hundred or a thousand years, leaving enough wealth for his descendants.

Baifeng, who had already developed feelings for this land, did not have such a strong desire to go back. However, he would still go to Kongtong Mountain, but not now. He would wait until everything had settled, even if he died, and it would have no impact on Huaxia, then he would go.

At that time, no matter what the result was, he would accept it. But now he did not want to resign himself to fate. He could change local history, and therefore could influence all of history. When there was a suitable opportunity, he would have people start recording history, recording Huaxia, recording the Xuanyuan Tribe, recording the Jiuli, letting the mythological era become history that could be traced.

As for those even more bizarre eras before, they would become the mythological era. Unfortunately, the historical foundation of Huaxia was too short, and the spread of information was too slow and the area of spread too limited, leading to Baifeng never having heard of any interesting or relatively grand myths.

There were only myths about Youchao, Shennong, Fuxi, and Nuwa, which were much the same as what he had heard. In this era, myths were used to record history.