115: Chapter 115 The Beginning of the Separation of Heaven and Earth

Within Three Immortals Island, after discussing matters concerning the Human Race, the members of the Human Race chatted for a few more days before dispersing.

Meanwhile, in the territory of the Mortal Human Race.

Zhuanxu, dressed in simple black robes, walked alongside Shaohao through the paths of the Mortal world.

Although still appearing as a youth, his eyes were calm, and his demeanor was profound. He had long since shed his youthful awkwardness, and between his brows, there was a faint air of the imperial bearing of a Common Sovereign.

Shaohao walked slowly by his side, his voice gentle: "Nephew, your cultivation has now reached the Profound Immortal realm, and you have learned the arts of governing the world."

"The Heavenly Sovereign once said that a ruler must know the suffering of the people and understand what the clansmen seek. Today, I bring you across the territory of the Human Race to let you see with your own eyes what the Human Race is truly like at present."

"Uncle, I understand."

Zhuanxu nodded, his gaze falling upon the Human Race commoners passing by along the way, a hint of responsibility in his eyes.

The two walked slowly, from the residences of the powerful to rural villages, observing the diverse lives of their clansmen.

Along the way, smoke curled from village chimneys, clansmen tilled the fields diligently, the customs in the streets and alleys were simple and honest, and everyone's face wore an expression of stability and peace.

In the main rooms of every household, incense tables and spirit tablets were set up.

With curling incense smoke and fresh fruit offerings, lifelike statues stood in the halls, worshipped by generations of the Human Race descendants.

There were statues of Ancestor Sui Ren drilling wood to make fire, the image of Ancestor Youchao building houses with wood, and the majestic figures of Ziyi teaching the people, Cangjie creating characters, and Fuxi divining the Eight Trigrams.

Many commoners knelt piously, murmuring prayers, grateful to the great sages of the Human Race for paving the way and protecting the clansmen so they could multiply to this day.

Upon reaching a central village, a tall stone statue stood in the middle of the square, with a dignified face and a profound Aura; it was the statue of Zhuanxu's grandfather, the Human Emperor Xuanyuan.

Countless old and young of the Human Race lined up, bowing and burning incense, grateful for the supreme Karma of Xuanyuan in quelling the wars and unifying the tribes of the Human Race back then.

Zhuanxu stopped to gaze at the statue, then looked at the clansmen kneeling piously before him, a gentle smile inevitably rising at the corners of his mouth, his heart full of gratification.

"My grandfather spent his life fighting for the Human Race, unifying the Human Race, pacifying all directions, and protecting countless living beings."

He spoke softly, his tone firm: "Now that the clansmen live and work in peace, they are grateful for the kindness of their ancestors, do not forget their Origin, and do not forget the sacrifices of the sages of the Human Race."

"In the future, when I govern the Human Race, I will contribute to the clansmen and let the clansmen build statues for me."

Shaohao looked at his expression and nodded slightly: "Not bad. If you have this heart, you are worthy of being a great sage of the Human Race."

"Uncle believes that you will definitely have statues erected by future generations of clansmen and enjoy eternal incense."

Zhuanxu nodded slightly and continued to travel forward with Shaohao.

However, the further they traveled toward the borders of the Human Race, the scene gradually changed.

In the inland villages, every household worshipped the sages of the Human Race, kept their fellow clansmen in mind, and firmly guarded the Foundation of the Human Dao.

But after stepping into the borderlands, the atmosphere was suddenly different.

In many residences along the way, one could no longer see the statues of the Three Ancestors of the Human Race, Fuxi, or Xuanyuan in the main rooms.

Replacing them were Cultivators that even Shaohao did not recognize.

Judging by the features of the sculptures, their Luck was connected.

There were members of the Yao Race, plant spirits, and even Disciples of the Jie Sect and the Western Sect.

Many Mortals knelt on the ground, burning incense and praying, begging for the protection of foreign Cultivators, praying for foreign gods to bless them with favorable weather and the safety of their families.

There were even many border commoners who constantly talked about how the Loose Cultivators possessed great Divine Ability and how the Western Sect had a deep Foundation.

They envied the strong Luck of other races, yet knew very little about the sages of the Human Race themselves or the past achievements of the Human Race.

Zhuanxu's smile faded bit by bit, the gratification in his eyes slowly receding, replaced by a touch of solemnity and coldness.

He stopped, looking at a statue of a Yao god enshrined high in the hall of a household, remaining silent for a long time.

Sensing the change in his state of mind, Shaohao sighed softly: "Zhuanxu, this is the current situation of the Human Race at the borders."

"Inland clansmen have long been protected by the Human Race and live within the Luck of the Human Dao, so naturally they remember the grace of the Human Race and respect the great sages of the Human Race."

"But the borderlands are adjacent to the territories of foreign races all year round. Foreign Cultivators often display Divine Ability and bestow favors. Over time, the Mortals, with their shallow wills, begin to revere foreign races and believe in other races."

"Over time, they forget the roots of the Human Race, forget the Foundation fought for by the ancestors of the Human Race, and only know how to look up to others and seek the protection of foreign species."

Zhuanxu clenched his fists slightly, his eyes deep, his voice calm but carrying an unshakable firmness:

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

"The hearts of Mortals are the Foundation of the Human Race."

"If the clansmen respect the sages of the Human Race, the Luck of the Human Race will flourish;"

"If everyone admires foreign races and believes in other races, in the long run, the Foundation of the Human Race will surely be slowly eroded."

"When I succeed as the Common Sovereign of the Human Race in the future, I will not only settle the people's livelihood and determine the calendar."

"But I will also rally the hearts of the Human Race, establish the majesty of the Human Race, and let all living beings in the world know—"

"The Human Race must be self-reliant and self-strengthening; there is no need to look up to foreign races or seek the protection of foreign species."

"The sages of our own Human Race, our own mighty ones, are the only Origin that the trillions upon trillions of clansmen should believe in!"

Shaohao looked at the upright figure of the youth Zhuanxu, his eyes full of approval and emotion, and spoke slowly:

"The fact that you can see through this layer shows that you have truly understood what the Human Dao is and what a Common Sovereign of the Human Race is."

"Foreign Cultivators casually display a little Divine Ability, send down a rain, or remove a disaster, and the shallow Mortals will worship them and be willing to offer sacrifices."

"They have forgotten that in the chaotic times of the Primordial Era, the Human Race was like ants, bullied by all races and treated as food. It was the Three Ancestors who taught us, and the Heavenly Sovereign who struggled and became strong."

"It was the generations of ancestors of the Human Race who paved the way with their flesh and blood that exchanged for the stable living place of the Human Race today."

Zhuanxu's gaze was cold as he looked toward the rolling border mountains in the distance, his tone heavy:

"After being stable for too long, the descendants forget the suffering,"

"After being protected for too long, the Mortals forget who is protecting them."

Zhuanxu slowly closed his eyes, and after a moment, opened them again. The gentleness of a youth had faded from them, replaced by the decisiveness and courage of a leader.

"Since I will ascend to the position of Common Sovereign of the Human Race in the future."

"Then let it start with me to reshape the faith of the Human Race."

"Within all the territories of my Human Race, the sages of the Human Race shall be honored, and the mighty ones of the Human Race shall be respected."

"Foreign races may come and go, may preach the Dao, and may earn Karma and Luck,"

"But they are absolutely not allowed to ride above the Human Race, steal the incense of the Human Race, or shake the Foundation of the Human Race."

He turned around, looked at Shaohao, his expression extremely solemn:

"Uncle, I understand what I should do."

"I want to Sever the Connection Between Heaven and Earth and define the boundary between Mortals and Immortals!"

The moment the four words "Sever the Connection Between Heaven and Earth" were spoken, Zhuanxu found his own Dao.

The Qi around his body surged, and he stepped into the Golden Immortal realm in one step.

The Dao Fruit was born!

Seeing this scene, Shaohao was shocked, a look of intense surprise suddenly bursting into his eyes as he stared blankly at Zhuanxu.

After a long while, he finally bowed slowly and made a deep obeisance to Zhuanxu.