I am Honghuang No.1

Chapter 410 Creating Eight Thousand Words for the Human Race

Gao Ge wandered around the human territory, and even followed Xiong Dalang out of the human territory, but in the central Kongtong Ancestral Court of the human territory, the number of times Fuxi went out was decreasing day by day.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and Fuxi's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, all the way through the late stage of Taiyi, and reached the peak of Taiyi. Since thousands of years ago, Fuxi had a premonition that as long as he wanted to, he could break through the bottleneck and step into Daluo at any time. , achieving the fastest cultivation speed in the history of the human race, and the youngest Daoist Daoist.

Moreover, not only him, but many people in the human race are also brave and diligent, and their cultivation bases are growing irresistibly, no matter how suppressed it is, it is useless. Started to prepare for breaking through Daluo.

This abnormal phenomenon frightened the elders of the Kongtong Ancestral Court, so Wang Meng went to Diaoyu Island himself, hoping that the ancestors would go and see it in person, fearing that there might be something wrong with these good seedlings of the human race!

It's a pity that Gao Ge is no longer on Diaoyu Island, and Yuqin received him.

Facing the harbinger of the early formation of the human race, Yu Qin did not dare to neglect. He personally went to the human race to investigate the cultivation status of dozens of people, and reassured Wang Meng and other old men that the cultivation realm of these boys has not grown crooked. , it's normal!
Of course, this matter was done in secret, and only a dozen or so big Luos of the human race, as well as Liu Yun, Herring, Chang Qing, and several other Taiyi elders who had a strong influence in the Kongtong ancestral court, knew about it.

In the face of this major event related to the fate of the human race, these old men who disliked each other also put aside their prejudices and tried their best to cooperate with Liu Yun's deployment.

Qingfeng was once again unconventionalally promoted and transferred to Fuxi's side. Together with Lin Dong and other Fuxi's trusted subordinates, he helped Fuxi handle the affairs of the Yushu Palace. come less and less.

In addition, Wang Meng also appeared from time to time, and the surrounding area of ​​the human race was abnormally calm, and there was no major event, so no one wentssiping.

Not only Fuxi, but Dahan, Xiaochu, Nanshan, Huangmao, Yunguang, etc. also received similar treatment, and gradually reduced their energy to deal with general affairs, and entrusted them to trusted subordinates around them to concentrate on cultivation.

Coordinating with this was the dozen or so old men of Da Luo from the human race who all stopped retreating and took turns preaching the Dharma to the three thousand Tsingyi Taiyi elders in the Ancestral Court Elder's House, making these Taiyis happy to death.

Fuxi felt something about these things, and also knew that it was the love of their ancestors from the human race, so he accepted this arrangement with peace of mind, concentrated on cultivation, and wanted to take advantage of the situation several times to break through and achieve Daluo.

But there is always a feeling in the dark that stops him, making him vaguely feel that such a breakthrough is not complete, and that he still has very important things to do.

So Fuxi re-examined the inside and outside. What he practiced was the authentic Taiqing Immortal Method, which was beyond the reach of the Taiyi Realm. The way of calculation, the way of formation, alchemy and refining tools, etc., have also reached a big bottleneck. Only when his realm breaks through, can the tide rise and all boats rise, and continue to practice the next stage of advanced Taoism.

There is nothing else that can be repaired. What remains in Fuxi's heart and can be remembered by him is the human language that he has been studying.

Ever since he became interested in writing, Fuxi has been studying Daoist writing, demon writing, and witch writing from time to time, in order to understand the common characteristics of these writings, find out the rules of writing writing, and explore the principles of writing formation. Tens of thousands of years have passed. The text already has a vague understanding.

But in the past, it was just outside of cultivation and handling of affairs, one after another piece-by-piece calculations were compiled, and it was not systematic. Comparing the calculation results of tens of thousands of years before and after, there were still many contradictions, the rules were obstructed, and the art and theory were different.

This meditation practice, forward and backward calculation, sorting out the rules, I immediately feel that the art is smooth.

However, after a thousand years, Fuxi felt that all pulses were refreshed, his whole body was radiant, and he laughed long and loudly, shaking the entire Kongtong.

"coming!"

Yuqin heard the old man muttering softly, and raised his head to look in the direction of Yushu Palace. Is it related to Fuxi?
A few days ago, the uncle suddenly sent everyone from the Diaoyu Islands to Kongtong through a voice transmission, and asked everyone to wait without saying anything.

The monks on Diaoyu Island are very familiar with Kongtong. Although they don't know what the uncle has to say, they have no complaints. They play up and down Kongtong Mountain, reminiscing about the old days.

Although the Kongtong Palace was handed over to the ancestral court of the human race, how could the ancestral court of the human race occupy the palace of the ancestors? Except for the use of some corner houses around it, and some monks and disciples who took care of the Kongtong Palace, everything else was given to the ancestors. The ancestors kept it and prepared to live in it when the ancestors came back.

This is because Gao Ge has wandered all the way in the human race for tens of thousands of years, and felt that Kongtong's cultural spirit is constantly accumulating, so he wanted to burst out, so he ended his play in the world and notified Yuqin to let all the disciples come to witness this moment in history.

Fuxi's body was full of light, and endless cultural energy gathered, his body slowly rose to the sky, and his voice echoed in the Kongtong boundary.

"My human race was created in the hands of the Holy Mother and Nuwa, educated in the mouth of the holy master, and thrived in the love of the ancestors. Fortunately, the protection of the human religion has survived the catastrophe of demon slaughter, and the blessing of the ancestors has survived the lich. The disaster of war is why the human race is prosperous today, standing proudly in the prehistoric east."

"Our ancestors taught us that we are born equal, with varying aptitudes, but we all have infinite futures. We need to keep thinking, be good at learning, accumulate wisdom, keep thinking, keep creating, be tireless, and strive for self-improvement."

"We listened to the words of our ancestors, practiced hard, studied hard, and grew from a small clan of 3000 people to today's prehistoric clan."

"The old ancestor has a profound realm and far-reaching vision. His ardent hope for us does not stop there, but lies in the entire prehistoric world, the protagonist of the prehistoric world!"

The light on Fuxi's body has illuminated the entire Kongtong ancestral court, and his voice has become urgent and loud.

"The protagonist of heaven and earth must have his own characters, inherit his civilization, and make his glory great!"

"Today, Fuxi, a descendant of the human race, created eight thousand characters for the human race. Please use it for the records of the clan, and ask the ancestors to read it, and the world will learn from it."

Countless human races held their breaths and concentrated, instinctively feeling that this was an extremely important moment, they did not dare to disturb, the world was solemn.

"people"

Fuxi stretched out his hand to carve, and carved a human character in the void, engraving the image of the sky above the head and the feet standing on the ground into the hearts of the human race.

"land"

"sky"

"gold"

"Wood"

"water"

"fire"

"earth"

……

Words with simple gestures but profound connotations appeared stroke by stroke in the sky, and Fuxi barely achieved the seal engraving in the hearts of everyone in the Kongtong realm with the power of the Taiyi realm.

The heaven and earth are solemn and the world is quiet. Everything in Kongtong is controlled by an invisible force. Birds are not allowed to enter, and running water is not allowed to flow. Only the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers on a large scale and condenses on Fuxi who is high in the sky.

Fuxi is tall and tall, handsome and elegant, with a focused expression, strokes his back with his left hand, and engraves characters with his right sword finger. Every character is carved with great magic power. The supplement of mana kept Fuxi in a state of full blood, and the engraved words did not have any distortion.

For three consecutive days, Fuxi engraved eight thousand human characters into the hearts of trillions of human races in the Kongtong area.

After the last word is engraved, the great light of its way, the merits and virtues from heaven, are about to fall, and they are all taken away by a white jade hand gently, except for a few people in the world, the rest are invisible.

Fuxi closed his eyes lightly, and the mana in his whole body was more than a hundred times stronger than before the engraving. The bottleneck of Daluo had been unknowingly cut through and engraved in the three days of engraving, and his cultivation had already entered the realm of Daluo. Realm, cultivate the Daluo Daoguo.

From then on, jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements, and enjoy the bliss forever.

In the endless river of fate, Fuxi retrieved the memories of his previous life, and the cultivation experience of Da Luo Jinxian's peak came back to him, and he understood the cause and effect of the previous life, and saw clearly the path of this life.

Fuxi raised his head to look at the majestic and towering Kongtong Mountain, bowed deeply, and said loudly: "Fuxi, a human boy, pay homage to the ancestor."

As soon as the words were spoken, the innate god Fuxi disappeared, and the human race Fuxi came into being.

Gao Ge took a step forward, helped Fuxi up with both hands, with tear stains on his face, he nodded in relief and said, "Since you have attained the Tao, you can be called my fellow Taoist."

Fuxi shook his head and said: "The real body sacrifices to the heroic soul, and the real spirit worships the ancestor. You will always be the ancestor of our human race, and we are all your children!"

In Taisu Tianwa Palace, two crystal clear teardrops dripped from Nuwa's eyes, reflecting the most beautiful colors of the prehistoric world. The teardrops contained reluctance and comfort.

This is the path that Nuwa arranged for her brother, and it is also the path that Fuxi wants to walk.

The congenital god Fuxi participated in the creation of the Yaozu, and eliminated the cause and effect of the Yaozu with his body. The reincarnation of the human race is Fuxi of the human race. Only by following the rules of the human race and safeguarding the interests of the human race can he thrive in the human race, the only protagonist in the world.

(End of this chapter)