Chapter 912.2: The Flame and Yellow Emperors (1/2)

There was a fatal injury inside Fuxi’s body that constantly ate away at his life force. He didn't have much longer to live. He might look and act fine for the moment, seeming to possess vigorous vitality, but the sand in his hourglass was running out.

Lu Yun didn’t want to wait until the holy emperor was on the brink of death, just in case the unexpected happened.

Fuxi stared deep into Lu Yun’s eyes before the great dao in his body shuddered and broke apart. His eyes immediately dimmed and his presence began to fade away.

“Resurrection!” Lu Yun shouted, sending the hellfire around him surging with activity. They churned into an enormous fiery tornado that blasted into Fuxi’s body.

The demon god’s scattered life force and ruined great dao instantly revitalized, becoming even stronger than before.

“This… I…” Fuxi stared dumbly at his hands, disbelief writ large in his eyes. “I’ve not only been reborn, but all of my old injuries are gone and I’m back at my peak again!”

He’d once battled fellow demon gods to protect the human race and suffered incredible injuries for it. Those old aches and pains had forever kept him from reaching his peak again. With this resurrection, he’d been restored to his prime.

“Fuxi thanks fellow daoist for your boon of a new life!” Fuxi knelt to the ground in a bow of gratitude.

Lu Yun didn’t dodge this grateful display. To give someone a new lease on life was a tremendous boon and if he refused this bow, it would turn into Fuxi owing him a life. That would cause karmic repercussions and eventually, disaster would find its way to the demon god.

Though just a bow was hardly enough to repay such a momentous favor, that perfectly cancelled out his actions in Lu Yun’s mind. He hadn’t saved Fuxi to put the legendary figure in his debt.

“I hear that Leize is also injured…” Lu Yun mused with a glance at the kneeling demon god.

Fuxi jumped up in shock when he heard the statement. “My father can’t be healed in the same way! His true body sits at the highest reaches of the world of celestials and keeps the seal whole along with my mother and Hongjun. They keep the realm monsters outside of the world of celestials!”

Leize, Huaxu, and Hongjun’s true forms were crucial for their efforts. Leize’s death, even for a split second, would result in terrifying repercussions that would allow the realm monsters to break through the barricade and occupy the world of celestials.

What would happen after that… Fuxi didn’t dare imagine it.

“The highest reaches of the world of celestials… can it be…” A certain place suddenly occurred to Lu Yun.

“That’s right, the World Gates.” Fuxi nodded. “But realm monsters have been exterminated in your time and the problem you face is something even more terrifying than them.”

Lu Yun suddenly thought of the huge akasha ghost latched onto Pangu’s corpse.

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After leaving the netherdark, Lu Yun put on a disguise before paying the human tribes a visit.

The Yan Tribe was still based in the Wei River basin, but it wasn’t the faction it’d once been. It’d joined the Xiong Nation ten years ago and become the greatest tribe in the kingdom.

However, the Yan Tribe’s contribution to humanity couldn’t be erased. They still retained their identity even after falling under the Xiong banner.

Ah Niu had evolved into an independent divine spirit with Ah Bao’s help and had followed Shaodian, Jiang Ti, and the Yan priest to Mount Buzhou. Ah Bao and the little fox were now at Qingqiu Mountain.

Though Ah Bao was the Wei river god, she was first and foremost the mountain ghost of Mount Qingqiu.

Things weren’t too calm in the great wilderness at the moment. The establishment of human dao and unification of humanity hadn’t gone unnoticed by other factions. Now that cultivation methods had come into being, so did the other races embark on their own cultivation journeys.

Though they needed to take human form to do so, that wasn’t a shameful thing to do after the connate demon gods capitulated to the requirement.

Persistent cultivation efforts eventually saw the birth of the monster spirit race. Gremlins—creatures unable to cultivate—were also slowly absorbed into the monster spirits to become one race.

Apart from the monster spirits, other latter-day descendants in the great wilderness also began to rise. Though the dragons, phoenixes, and qilins were similar to monster spirits, they formed their own races instead of joining together. Traces of their activity slowly filled the land as they basked in newfound strength. Humans, however, were still the undisputed greatest race out of these latter-day descendants.

The rise of so many new groups naturally drew the ire of the connate races. To be a connate race meant that one was born with a cultivation level, such as the Bifang. They’d always firmly believed in their superiority over pathetic latter-day descendants who had to struggle their way into strength. Thus, chaotic times engulfed the great wilderness.

The human civil war had ended with the construction of the Xiong Nation, but pitched battles between other races in the great wilderness were just beginning.