Prehistoric: Download the Saint's Cultivation at the Beginning

Chapter 251 The saint was grateful and called him Fuxi!

Looking at the woman who was still treating her indifferently amidst the awe and love of the crowd of humans, even Nuwa felt a little change in her heart.

This fellow Taoist Jiang Chen is truly a blessing to the human race.

Although she is a junior, Yanran's aura makes her look like a true king.

Worthy of being the Holy Emperor of the Human Race! ! !
"You'd better bully me, I'm not used to being kneeled down and worshiped all the time."

Jiang Chen glanced at Nuwa, and then looked down at the yellow diamond, looking at the crowd of people from the human race who were kneeling in worship, and said softly.

At the same time, there was a surprise in my heart, because just when the human race knelt down, they could actually feel some power of faith pouring into their bodies.

It should be exactly what the human race in front of you enshrines.

Jiang Chen used his hell ghost eyes and discovered that there was extremely pure power above the heads of these human beings.

The rising white air seemed to have the same goal in the end, flying towards Jiang Chen.

In the end, it was as if I had been sublimated, and my body and skin became much younger at that moment.

But what made Jiang Chen a little funny was that there was no such situation among them including grandma asking for a girl.

Instead, they all looked at themselves secretly with spring water in their eyes.

Just when his eyes landed on them, he blushed and hurriedly withdrew his prying eyes.

Regarding this, Jiang Chen seemed to have some understanding in his heart.

In comparison, people who believe in themselves sincerely should have that kind of strange power of faith.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but think of the believers of a certain religion in his future generations, many of whom were extremely crazy.

It seems that even in his later life, there are still people with supernatural powers.

In other words, they are people who know some small magic and use the power of mortal faith to practice to achieve their own goals.

He shook his head and immediately threw these thoughts behind him.

When the human race heard what the Holy Emperor said, they immediately stood up with enthusiastic expressions, and then bent down to salute.

"Thank you, Lord Holy Emperor! The safety of the mother and son in this tribe is all thanks to the blessing of Lord Holy Emperor."

The leading old man pointed his finger at Hua Xu, whose face had returned to a rosy color, and the baby boy in his arms, and then said respectfully.

Jiang Chen didn't have any special feelings about this. It must be because he had randomly added 100 years to the life span of Fuxi's remnant soul.

He glanced at Nuwa with some strangeness in his heart, and then smiled and said: "As the Holy Emperor of the human race, I naturally have to do something."

Nuwa seemed to feel Jiang Chen's gaze, and then her face became slightly unnatural.

But he recovered in an instant, with sincere gratitude on his face.

"Thank you so much, fellow Taoist Jiang Chen, for this time. If there is someone I can help with in the future, fellow Taoist, just ask, Nuwa will definitely not refuse."

The little mouth squirmed, and a message entered Jiang Chen's mind.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with an imperceptible arc.

What I want after doing so much is this Nuwa's sincere promise, isn't it?

After all, even for Jiang Chen, it is not easy to obtain the promise of a saint.

He felt happy in his heart and the expression on his face became softer and softer.

The old man listened to Jiang Chen's words with his pen, and he immediately felt grateful and shouted: "The Holy Emperor cares about the human race, and the human race is extremely frightened. The human race cannot do anything else to help the Holy Emperor, so they can only build more temples for the Holy Emperor. , pray for the Holy Emperor every day!”

Jiang Chen was also a little moved when he heard these simple words.

With their own strength, who can they pray to? Do you want Empress Nuwa to protect you?
Shaking his head and smiling.

Just when Jiang Chen didn't know what to say, the old man spoke again: "Hua Xu's mother and son are safe, thanks to the great love of the Holy Emperor. The baby boy has not been named yet, and he has asked the Holy Emperor to give him a name." Give me a name."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Chen with a fervent expression. Even Hua Xu, who had always lowered his head and dared not look up at the Holy Emperor's face, raised his head. He looked at Jiang Chen with hope, hoping that his child would be given a name by the Holy Emperor.

After all, being able to be named by the Holy Emperor of the human race and not having to ask for help is a lot of benefits. It is not impossible for the Holy Emperor to love his children even more because of this.

If he can get the love of the Holy Emperor, then this child will definitely have great potential in the future.

Although he does not seek to become the top of the human race like the Holy Emperor, even if he is only one ten thousandth, he is still the leader of the human race.

The other humans from the Suiren tribe also looked at Jiang Chen with hopeful faces, hoping that the Holy Emperor would give him a name.

Although I don't have this blessing, this child is also from their tribe.

Being able to have the Holy Emperor bestow a name means that the relationship is a little closer. After all, the Holy Emperor is the first generation of human race, and it is an ancestor-like task.

The inheritance has reached now, and the blood between them is no longer as close as it was hundreds of thousands of years ago.

And this child may be the key to a closer relationship.

When Jiang Chen saw the expectant look in everyone's eyes, he immediately touched his chin. In his mind, did he still need a name?

Not using the previous name?
But when I thought about it, I shook my head with some self-deprecation. How could these humans know who the baby boy's predecessor was.

From Jiang Chen's observation, the one with the highest strength is the leading old man at the front, who is nothing more than an Earth Immortal.

The rest are all immortals, and most of them are mortals.

After all, these people are not as good as the earliest group of people.

The earliest human races were born with innate Tao, so they were naturally close to Tao.

Although his abilities are not as good as those of the innate gods and demons, he will still be regarded as a genius in future generations.

As early as when Gui Che invaded the Suiren tribe, there were still a lot of earthly immortals in the tribe, including many heavenly immortals.

Unexpectedly, as the bloodline of the first generation of humans became increasingly thinner, there was only one Earth Immortal in the entire tribe.

Although the human race is prospering in terms of numbers, that is also because Jiang Chen's prestige is increasing day by day, and coupled with the retreat of the demon race, no race dares to feed on the human race.

However, this cultivation level is ultimately not as good as that of the earliest era as the bloodline becomes thinner.

But this is also inevitable. In this prehistoric period, the world is ultimately dominated by the human race. After the gods are conferred and the calamity is measured, saints will not be born, and those with great supernatural powers will not show up.

Thinking of this, Man Jiangchen also felt complicated.

Then he looked at Nuwa and said, "How about fellow Taoist Nuwa come and give this baby boy a name?"

Jiang Chen also noticed Nuwa's expression, and she was obviously a little moved.

He simply went along with the flow and sold her a favor.

Nuwa glanced at Jiang Chen gratefully, but after her eyes came into contact with the hopeful eyes of those humans, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It seems that these human races still hope that Jiang Chen can help with naming.

"Fellow Taoist Jiang Chen is the Holy Emperor of the human race. It is more appropriate for fellow Taoist to take this title from the human race."

Jiang Chen was startled, glanced at the human race below, and then secretly laughed. It was quite interesting to be defeated by the human race he created.

She glanced at Nuwa sympathetically, and then laughed loudly and said: "Since I have asked you to choose a name, I hope that this baby boy can enjoy a lifetime of blessings. The homophonic pronunciation is chosen, so I will call it 'Fu'. The last word means "Fu". 'Knowing', I hope this baby boy can obey people's wishes and choose another word 'Xi'."

"Combining the two characters, let's call him Fu Xi. What do you think, fellow Taoist?"

After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he looked at Nuwa and asked like this.

Nuwa's heart warmed slightly, and she glanced at Jiang Chen gratefully. She was born Yanxi, but after becoming a saint in later generations, she was always called Nuwa, and she accepted this name.

The memory of this baby boy has been lost, and he will only be a member of the human race in the future, and may never be related to him again. However, Jiang Chen actually gave this baby boy his original name, and his heart trembled.

"Okay, let's call him Fuxi!"

(End of this chapter)