Chapter 208: with translation of chapter title

Early morning.

The faint dawn light rose, adding a touch of dreamy color to the horizon.

The distant mountains appeared and disappeared in the morning mist, like a faint ink landscape painting.

And within this slightly hazy morning mist, a small village was situated.

The village looked small, but its layout was ingenious, giving a sense of harmony in accordance with nature.

In the village, youths faced the morning glow, striking various strange poses, as if training their bodies.

And the adults each did their jobs; occasional cheerful laughter rang out in the village, adding a touch of mortal warmth to the small village.

Outside the village, a man with a human body and a dragon's head, his appearance strikingly unusual, appeared at some point.

He looked at this small village, which seemed like a utopia apart from the world, and momentarily lost himself.

Zhong Yue never expected that in this East Wilderness territory controlled by the Demon Race, where humans were almost reduced to food, there would be such a peaceful and harmonious village.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses, as if muttering to himself: 'Isn't it said that humans can hardly survive outside the Great Wilderness? The humans in the villages I previously encountered were almost all raised as food by demon cultivators, so how could such a village appear?'

Just as Zhong Yue's voice fell, a voice suddenly sounded from within his body: 'Yue Xiaozi, don't be careless; this village is not right!'

I understand.

Zhong Yue nodded.

On this ancient star, only the Great Wasteland, thanks to the protection of the Sword Sect, allows humanity to avoid being bullied by the other races.

Outside the Great Wasteland, whether in the Eastern Wasteland ruled by the Demon Race, the Western Wasteland guarded by the Divine Race, or elsewhere, humanity is basically the lowest race, even existing as food for the other races.

Now, in the Eastern Wasteland under the Demon Race's rule, a small village where humanity lives in peace and prosperity has actually appeared, which is naturally quite strange.

After observing for a moment longer, Zhong Yue spoke again: "Xinhuo, perhaps the abnormality you sensed is in this small village."

"In this small village?"

That voice again transmitted from within Zhong Yue's body; the moment the sound ended, its owner seemed to have discovered something different, exclaiming: "Wind and Cloud Heavenly Vast Heart Scripture!"

Hearing Xinhuo's exclamation, a hint of doubt appeared in Zhong Yue's eyes as he curiously asked: "Xinhuo, what abnormality did you discover?"

Before his words had finished, with a whoosh, a thumb-sized flame suddenly ignited above his head.

However, upon careful observation, one would find that it is not a small flame, but a thumb-sized flame child.

This flame child is a big-headed doll, wearing a small golden-yellow outfit, with fair skin, but the hair on its head is fiery red, like a burning flame.

After the flame child appeared, it stared blankly at the youths in the village practicing various poses, as if recalling an old acquaintance.

Noticing the flame child's oddity, Zhong Yue also turned his gaze to the youths in the village.

After observing for a moment, a hint of surprise involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

Zhong Yue discovered that although the youths' movements were simple, they seemed to contain profound cultivation principles, even more mysterious than the Sword Sect's cultivation methods.

Furthermore, as they moved, a subtle breeze flowed around them, allowing the natural influx of heavenly and earthly qi into their bodies, tempering their physiques.

"What a mysterious training technique!"

After a good while, Zhong Yue finally came to his senses, involuntarily exclaiming: "This is absolutely the supreme foundation-establishing method in the world!"

Now, after Xinhuo's instruction, Zhong Yue's horizons have broadened, and he can also perceive some of its secrets.

Among the techniques he has mastered, perhaps only the Fire Dynasty Palace Sovereign Flame Contemplation Diagram taught by Xinhuo can surpass this seemingly simple body-tempering technique; the other inheritances are inferior.

Merely a body-tempering technique practiced by some youths is actually stronger than the Sword Sect's inheritance, making Zhong Yue's astonishment grow ever greater.

"That is natural."

Hearing Zhong Yue's words, the flame child instinctively said: "This body-tempering technique incorporates some mysteries of the Wind and Cloud Heavenly Vast Heart Scripture, and also integrates some other inheritances; although its level is not very high, on this ancestral star it is naturally considered the supreme foundation-establishing method!"

Hearing the name of this technique again, Zhong Yue grew even more curious: "Xinhuo, what kind of technique is the Wind and Cloud Heavenly Vast Heart Scripture?"

The flame child came to its senses, its tone somewhat low as it said: "That is the Paoxi clan's technique."

"Paoxi clan, Fuxi"

Hearing that name, a hint of surprise appeared in Zhong Yue's eyes as he said: "The legendary Earthly Emperor, Heavenly Sovereign, Xi Huang!"

"Hmm."

The flame child nodded and said: "The Fuxi clan takes wind as its battle song; the first-generation Fuxi, the Paoxi clan, mainly followed the Way of Wind, and created the technique called Wind and Cloud Heavenly Vast Heart Scripture."

"This"

Having confirmed his thought, Zhong Yue froze on the spot.

He never expected that a small village in the Eastern Wasteland would actually seem to have a connection with the legendary Earthly Emperor, Heavenly Sovereign, Xi Huang.

After a while, sensing Xinhuo's state, a hint of surprise involuntarily arose in Zhong Yue's heart.

This was still the first time he had seen the usually carefree Xinhuo display such an abnormal state.

"Perhaps Xi Huang was the previous inheritor of Xinhuo!"

Thinking of this, Zhong Yue curiously asked: "Xinhuo, what kind of person is Xi Huang?"

"Paoxi clan?"

The flame on the flame child's head flickered slightly as it said: "He is a very loyal and magnanimous person."

Saying this, the flame child became slightly absent-minded, paused for a moment, then continued: "Back then, the Fire Dynasty was overthrown; the enemies of the Yanzi clan filled the skies; anyone possessing the Yanzi clan's bloodline suffered bloody massacres and suppression; the entire universe endured a dark age of hundreds of thousands of years."

And the Paoxi clan rose to power in that era, joining forces with the Leize and Huaxu clans and others to suppress all enemies, subjugate the various races, inaugurate a glorious Earth Dynasty era, becoming the first Earthly Emperor, Heavenly Sovereign of the Earth Dynasty.

The flame child's voice slowly rose, outlining a grand, tumultuous era for Zhong Yue, causing his hot blood to begin boiling as well.

Thinking of himself now, according to Xinhuo's words, although his bloodline is not pure, he is still a member of the Fuxi clan; Zhong Yue couldn't help but say: "This is indeed the ancestor of our Fuxi clan—truly powerful!"

"Hmph!"

Hearing Zhong Yue's words, the flame child let out a cold snort and said: "What use is being strong if the Paoxi clan is already dead?"

Sensing Xinhuo's tone, Zhong Yue's eyes flickered as he suddenly asked: "Xinhuo, don't you miss him?"

The flame child stared blankly for a moment, then the flame on its head twitched, and it coldly snorted: "Kid Zhong, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

The moment the words fell, the flame child disappeared from atop Zhong Yue's head.

A moment later, a faint voice sounded in Zhong Yue's heart: 'I will miss him, often think of him. Strange, I have existed in this world for endless ages, accustomed to life and death partings, I cannot possibly understand the emotions of the Fuxi clan, yet I still feel longing.'

The voice kept sounding, carrying a sense of loss and bewilderment.

Zhong Yue smiled from the heart, then walked toward the small village ahead.

At this moment, someone in the village also noticed a strange figure approaching their village.

Among the crowd, an elder resembling a village chief walked over, smiling without humility or arrogance, and said: 'What brings this guest to my Fuxi Village?'

"Fuxi."

Zhong Yue had been surprised that the elder's demeanor was utterly unlike the meek attitude of the other people of the Eastern Wasteland, but upon hearing the two words 'Fuxi,' his heart suddenly thundered.

At this moment, he seemed to lose the ability to speak outright, and even the Kindling Fire within him froze for an instant.

Besides the Kindling Fire, this was the first time Zhong Yue had heard this name from the outside world, feeling an inner resonance, as if a wanderer abroad had finally found his home.

Then an excited voice sounded in his mind: 'Fuxi! Zhong Xiaozi, did you hear that? This old man says this little village is called Fuxi Village; this world indeed still has a true Fuxi Divine Clan!'

Startled by the Kindling Fire's voice, Zhong Yue's heart suddenly felt an indescribable tension.

If there is a pure-blooded Fuxi here, wouldn't the Kindling Fire have to leave him?

After all, the Kindling Fire has always said its bloodline is impure, that it is not a true inheritor, and that once it finds a true pure-blooded Fuxi, it will depart from him.

To Zhong Yue, the Kindling Fire is not only the fire of inheritance, but also his closest friend, most understanding teacher, and most reliable companion.

"The guest actually knows Fuxi?"

Sensing the strange appearance of the person with a human body and dragon head before him, the elder's eyes flashed a hint of joy as he said: 'You don't know, guest, but our village was not originally called Fuxi Village; it was renamed Fuxi Village after the Sir arrived, and it is precisely because of the Sir that our village has become what it is today.'

Upon uttering the two words 'Sir,' the elder unconsciously revealed an expression of utmost respect.

"Sir."

Zhong Yue's mind was instantly captured by the elder's words, and a vague thought arose in his heart.

Could this mysterious Sir be a true descendant of the Fuxi Divine Clan?

"Right."

At this moment, the elder spoke again: 'The Sir had previously instructed that if we encounter a guest like you who knows the name of Fuxi, I should bring you to see him; please follow me, guest.'

Saying this, the elder made a gesturing invitation and then led the way toward the village.

Seeing this, Zhong Yue pondered a moment, his face showing a hint of resolve, and still followed.

Having finally encountered someone related to the Fuxi Divine Clan, he naturally would not give up.

Although he might lose the Kindling Fire, this is his promise with it, and he will not break his word.

In Zhong Yue's spiritual world, the Kindling Fire had been happy at the prospect of meeting a true pure-blooded Fuxi, but upon sensing the emotional fluctuations of this Zhongshan Clan youth, the flame atop his head flickered slightly and then subsided.

The village was not large; shortly, Zhong Yue arrived at its center and entered a courtyard resembling a school.

At that moment, a youth in dark robes stood in the courtyard, smiling at him, as if he had long known of his arrival.

For some reason, upon seeing this youth, Zhong Yue suddenly felt an inner reverence, and his very blood seemed to resonate with him.

Before he could regain his composure, the youth smiled and said: 'Kindling Fire, long time no see!'

"He saw the Kindling Fire within me!"

As that thought just rose in his mind, a flame burst forth atop Zhong Yue's head—exactly that Flame Boy.

At the same time, a cry of alarm rang from the Flame Boy's mouth:

"Paoxi!"

(End of chapter)