105: Chapter 105: Only one civilization recorded the entire process of creating humans.

“Hiss~~~”

At this thought, Xiaoyu's metallic body suddenly jolted upright, her eyes burning. “Brother, maybe the emperors of later generations weren't simply imitating; they were clumsily mimicking the gods' mode of life continuation, or even the gods' family structure?”

Almost instantly, not just Xiaoyu, but even the viewers in the livestream felt their scalps go numb.

“Holy crap, the nobility learned from the emperor; the nobility thought they were superior to others, while the emperor thought he was superior to the nobility, and the emperors were mimicking the earliest Fuxi and Nüwa—because Fuxi and Nüwa were siblings and also husband and wife!!!”

“Damn, is it that terrifying? The consanguineous marriages of ancient emperors and nobles were mimicking the family structure of Fuxi and Nüwa?”

“Later emperors did it to obtain a pure bloodline like the gods. Shit, this is just too crazy!”

“Damn, no wonder they called themselves the Son of Heaven and their offspring Dragon Seed... so the root is right here!”

“...”

Meanwhile, inside Qingfeng Temple.

Zheng Ming stared at the screen, his brow furrowed. “Even if later emperors were following Fuxi and Nüwa's example, that doesn't prove they were some double-helix origin of life. Two snake tails intertwined—couldn't that just be something the ancients drew for fun?”

Celestial Master Zhang slowly looked up and glanced at Zheng Ming.

“Junior Brother Zheng, you have it backward.”

“It’s not that later people were imitating myths.”

“It’s that the myths were written that way because the earliest group of people saw it with their own eyes and recorded what happened.”

Zheng Ming was stunned. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“It means,” Celestial Master Zhang picked up his teacup and took a sip, “that in the very beginning, the ones in charge and the ones who set the rules—those called Sovereign and Emperor—were a different kind of existence.”

“They were different from the people who came later. Fuxi and Nüwa were two of them.”

“Later, the Great Flood came, turning the whole world upside down; that group of Sovereigns and Emperors vanished without a trace.”

“The surviving humans were lost. Without the Sovereigns and Emperors, the survivors had no idea how to govern a country, let alone how to continue the civilization.”

“However, the survivors only remembered the rules set by the Sovereigns and Emperors: [The compass and square held in the hands of Nüwa and Fuxi].”

“The survivors also remembered what Nüwa and Fuxi looked like—human heads and snake bodies, with their tails intertwined.”

“The survivors also remembered that Nüwa, Fuxi, and the inner circle of Sovereigns and Emperors practiced—consanguineous marriage.”

“They also remembered how Fuxi and Nüwa managed the country...”

At this point, Celestial Master Zhang looked out the window.

“Then, as time passed, the survivors continued to multiply, build nations, and call themselves kings—they knew in their hearts that there had once been higher Sovereigns and Emperors above them, so the surviving kings could only call themselves Human Kings, not daring to overstep by calling themselves Sovereign or Emperor.”

“As time went on, a very, very long time passed!”

“So long that even the fact that Sovereigns and Emperors once truly existed gradually evolved into vague legends, and finally into myths!”

Celestial Master Zhang withdrew his gaze from the night sky and looked at Zheng Ming, his expression tightening.

“At this time, later Human Kings, like Qin Shi Huang, took a look—”

“[Oh? Sovereign and Emperor? Sounds very powerful, but now no one believes they actually existed. This title is just sitting there empty. I have unified the six kingdoms, my achievements surpass the Three Sovereigns, and my virtue exceeds the Five Emperors; I’ll take this title for my own use. Surely no one will dare to gossip about it?]”

Celestial Master Zhang paused for a moment. His tone remained calm, yet he spoke words that made Zheng Ming's blood run cold upon reflection.

“So, the title of 'Huangdi' (Emperor), from the very beginning, was not an original creation.”

“It was an act of usurpation.”

“It was a mortal king taking an empty divine throne and sitting on it himself.”

“And then telling everyone: Look, there was no one else in this seat to begin with; I am sitting here calling myself Emperor, surely no one dares to say anything?”

At this moment, the room fell into a terrifying silence.

Zheng Ming couldn't help but swallow hard, his eyes trembling. “This!!!”

Doctor Zhou Ming slowly let out a breath and added: “That's right, it makes sense this way. Later kings imitated the divine race's consanguineous marriages not because they were stupid, but because they stubbornly mimicked them, believing [this is the true orthodoxy] and [this is what the bloodline of a sacred Emperor should look like].”

“They desperately tried to align themselves with a [mythological source] that had already vanished and was beyond their understanding. In the end, they found they had aligned with the wrong thing.”

Zheng Ming was so shocked by this explanation that he was speechless.

So, there was such a perspective?

Zhou Ming sent the entire recording he just made into the livestream as bullet comments.

“Usurpation?”

“Thinking about it is terrifying. The Emperor picked up a title that no one wanted and no one dared to use?”

“Then where did the original Sovereigns and Emperors go? It's impossible they all died in some Great Flood, right?”

“Did they leave Earth?”

“God, this is getting more and more frightening. I've been learning fake history!”

...

On the other side, inside the lounge of Huaqing University.

Professor Guan stared silently at the screen and suddenly spoke:

“This is no coincidence. If the logic of that Celestial Master Zhang from Kyoto holds up, then the imagery of the twin snakes intertwined spreading globally might not be as simple as totem worship!”

He turned to look at Li Mo and the graduate students, his expression very grave:

“That might be the most fundamental marker of the essence of life left for later generations from the era when the Sovereigns and Emperors were still around—perhaps the ancient people before the Great Flood saw with their own eyes how Fuxi and Nüwa created humans!”

“Later generations, because Fuxi and Nüwa's methods were too difficult to understand, simply felt it was very mysterious and continued to use the imagery.”

Upon hearing this, Li Mo's expression became very strange: “Professor, are you saying that our Huaxia civilization, and even the source of all civilizations globally, is actually built on the imitation of a group of earlier, more advanced [gods]?”

Professor Guan didn't answer directly. He just slowly leaned back against his chair, looked at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

“Myths might not be fantasies, but heavily faded and distorted prehistoric history!”

“And we modern people might all be descendants of the survivors who saw the Sovereigns and Emperors before the Great Flood.”

“It's just that so much time has passed that we modern people think the three sovereigns and five emperors are myths, when in fact they are the true history before the Great Flood!”

The lounge was pin-drop silent.

True history...

Myths aren't myths, but true history!!!

So the so-called Hou Yi shooting the suns, Kua Fu chasing the sun... are also real?

What kind of weapon did Hou Yi use to shoot what kind of nuclear fusion?

What kind of equipment was Kua Fu's physical body wearing to chase a UFO or even nuclear fusion?

This is too crazy!

But how could that be possible? It's too ridiculous!

Li Mo and the other students shook their heads one after another, finding it inconceivable!

...

At this moment, in the living room.

Jiang Zhe looked at Xiaoyu and slowly nodded:

“Xiaoyu, what you're thinking is actually correct.”

“The early mortal kings did indeed initially imitate the behavior patterns of the gods, including their form of marriage.”

“As time passed, humans discovered that this wouldn't work. We are humans, not gods; children born this way were all deformed. We fundamentally cannot learn from the gods in that way.”

“The children of gods wouldn't be deformed, but human children would be deformed through consanguineous marriage!”

“That's why later nobles gradually canceled this absurd decision!”

Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, then brought the topic back to the beginning:

“Then brother, back to the initial question: where exactly did the human physical body come from? Were they all made of clay? We couldn't really have turned into humans from clay, right? I'd rather believe that ancient people said that because they lacked education and knowledge.”

“Exactly!” Jiang Zhe smiled slightly and nodded in approval. “Because most ancient people hadn't seen it; they only heard about it, and after hearing it enough, they thought the gods used clay to create humans.”

“Now I'll show you what the myths around the world say about the creation of humans.”

The myths of various countries around the world had long been etched into his mind by his photographic memory.

He spoke of them with ease!

“For example, in Greek Mythology, Prometheus molded humans out of clay; in Norse Mythology, Odin and his brothers carved the first humans from ash and elm wood; in Indian mythology, Brahma created all things in the world, and humans were just a part of it...”

“Through these myths, Xiaoyu, you'll find that regarding how humans were specifically made in each civilization—of course, it couldn't have been from clay—basically, every myth has almost no description of it. The details are very few!”

Jiang Zhe paused for a moment and looked at Xiaoyu. “Back to our own mythology, the legend of Nüwa creating humans—the most widely circulated version is also similar to the global myths I just mentioned.”

“Nüwa first molded clay figures with yellow earth. Thinking it was too slow, she used a vine dipped in mud to flick it around.”

“The mud droplets that splashed to the ground all turned into humans. Those she molded by hand were wise people, while those flicked out were ordinary, common people.”

At this, the viewers in the livestream immediately began to wail.

“Case closed. Since I'm so poor, I must have been flicked out by the vine!”

“Eh? I'm the 'Daniel Wu' of Changzhou; I might be a descendant of the people carefully molded by hand!”

“I strongly suspect that when Nüwa molded me, she used leftover scraps!”

“No, we were all molded. The ordinary people flicked out would have had a hard time surviving and reproducing, so we are all molded!”

“...”

Jiang Zhe picked up a sugar-free drink, took a sip to moisten his throat, and continued explaining:

“After Nüwa created humans, in order to let humanity continue on its own, she also established marriage laws, so she is known as the Goddess of Marriage.”

“Xiaoyu, you should have noticed—these myths, whether Eastern or Western, are relatively vague in their descriptions.”

“Basically, they all use clay, without exception!”

“At this point, you can guess freely. Was that clay some kind of high-tech clay, or something else? Anything is fine!”

“But!”

As Jiang Zhe's tone shifted, his gaze gradually grew sharp.

“There is only one ancient civilization's mythology that has an exceptionally specific description of this process of creating humans—one that might even have been seen by the ancients with their own eyes—rather than the so-called [clay creation] fabricated by later generations!!!”

“Huh?” Hearing this, Xiaoyu's breath hitched. “Which, which one is it?”

The viewers in the livestream unconsciously held their breath and pricked up their ears, for fear of missing any detail.

Jiang Zhe looked at his sister's eager gaze and smiled slightly:

“That would be...”