Volume 2: The Great Tribulation of the Lich Chapter 322: Leading the Tao into the Mortal World, Nuwa’s Deep Love
An uninvited guest arrived in the thunder beast's territory.
"Mmm~"
The Thunder Beast King prostrated himself on the ground, whimpering softly, not daring to look at the man in front of him.
"Don't be afraid. I have no ill intentions here. I just want to talk to your clan about the future." Mingyu said gently.
The future of our people?
The Thunder Beast King activated his underdeveloped cerebellum and decisively chose to cling to someone else.
“Ouch!”
Its body shrank immediately, and it slid close to Mingyu, holding onto her thighs and refusing to let go.
Mingyu's face darkened. He bent down, stretched out his hand, grabbed the back of the Thunder Beast King Fate's neck, lifted him up, and hung him in the air.
"Don't be in a hurry. Before that, you still need to undergo some transformation."
The Thunder Beast King scratched the air twice with his claws, and when he found that he couldn't break free, he dropped his head resignedly, as if he was ready to do whatever you want.
Mingyu nodded and called the messenger from Yujing Spiritual Land over.
"My Lord!"
The messenger Qingye bowed and saluted.
"Xiaoye, take them back and teach them how to be spirit beasts."
Qingye didn't ask any more questions. He waved his sleeves to take the thunder beast away and then left.
After he left, Mingyu looked back at the ancestral land of the human race and whispered, "Is it about to start? It's earlier than I thought."
A breeze blew, yin and yang arose, Mingyu walked with sword in hand!
…
The disappearance of the thunder beast population troubled Sui for a long time, but he had no choice but to temporarily shelve the plan of the ignition beast.
He needs to continue looking for new directions to continue on his previous path.
To this end, he went to consult the two leaders.
When Ziyi and Youchao heard him talk about "fire", they smiled at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.
Ziyi told Sui, "Sui, you have to know that for people like us, the thunder is too high and the thunder beast is too fierce. These are things that not all of us can master."
Youchao told Sui, "Your fire is the Tao, which is extraordinary, but there are too many ordinary people in my race."
"Sui, I understand."
Sui bowed and took his leave.
The two leaders watched him leave with their eyes.
"Sui, you have to hurry up!"
Their tone was a mixture of three parts worry and seven parts expectation.
What he was looking forward to was naturally Sui, but what was he worried about?
It is the future of human race!
Because the human race is facing an invisible catastrophe.
The goddess Nuwa created the first human race with three thousand great ways and more than a hundred thousand small ways. To a certain extent, the more than a hundred thousand first human beings should be the seeds of Tao and the promoters of Tao.
This is what Ziyi clan once thought, and Youchao clan also thought so.
But in fact it is not true!
They discovered that among the more than 100,000 human beings, there were only about 3,000 who could truly become great propagators of the Dao, that is, the 3,000 innate Dao bodies created by Nuwa herself.
As for the rest, if you want to spread the truth, you must first survive!
That's right, just survive.
The human race has been developing for 40,000 years, and not long ago, a first-generation human passed away quietly.
He did not die in an accident, but died of old age.
This was the first first-generation human to die of natural causes. It was his natural death that made the first-generation humans suddenly realize that their lifespan was not as long as they had imagined.
With the appearance of the first first-generation human race who died of old age, nearly a thousand first-generation humans passed away in just a hundred years. These people, without exception, were those who had not yet understood the Dao.
If the Tao is not clear and life is limited, how can it be spread?
What worries the two leaders even more is that with the passing of the first generation of humans, the Dao that they originally carried seems to be about to perish along with them.
Ziyi clan saw that a layer of haze was covering the sky above the human race’s ancestral land; Youchao clan realized that the human race’s future was about to enter its first period of darkness.
If there is no change, when all those who do not understand the Dao among the first generation of humans have passed away, the development of the human race will inevitably stagnate!
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"Fellow Daoist, I have observed for a long time. This is truly a test that the human race should face. It is also the calamity of the human race. It has nothing to do with me!" said a Taiyi Golden Immortal who was stopped by Mingyu.
Mingyu said calmly, "You've been here for quite a while."
"Not long, only thirty thousand years." The other party replied with a flattering face.
"Then you can wait another 30,000 years before coming back!"
"Why! I didn't violate the saints' rules, why are you expelling me?" The other party was extremely dissatisfied.
"Because your existence is a variable for the human race today."
"But I didn't break any rules!"
Mingyu snorted coldly, "I will not object to the rules set by the Queen, which is why I can tolerate you staying here for 30,000 years. However, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you have taken advantage of the loopholes!"
"Even the Saints have not objected, what qualifications do you have to control me..."
Give me some face!
"Just because my fist is bigger than yours!"
Mingyu killed him with one sword, and followed the opponent's soul to escape with another sword.
He looked around and asked, "Do you want to leave on your own, or do you want me to ask you to leave?"
Seeing that Mingyu was serious, many of the sacred beings hiding in various parts of the human race began to leave, while the remaining ones relied on their own strength and ignored Mingyu's threats.
"You are so stubborn!" Mingyu shook her head.
The decline of the human race has indeed attracted many jackals, tigers and leopards.
…
However, after getting guidance from his leader, Sui continued to explore his own path.
In the first ten years that followed, more than 320 people of the first generation of humans died, and the Dao was covered in dust.
During these ten years, Sui once again drew thunder from the sky to create "fire" and realized the height of the sky.
In the second decade, the first generation of humans began to die of unnatural causes, and the total number of people who died of old age was more than 600.
During these ten years, Sui, in the name of Youchao, summoned all the first generation of humans to ask questions.
In the third decade, there were no more wise men among the first generation of humans, and the number of those who died reached eight hundred. The dark future that Youchao had predicted was officially coming, and the decline of the human race could no longer be stopped.
During these ten years, Sui learned Youchao's "rules".
In the fourth decade, Sui still failed to ignite the flame, but the death rate of the first generation of humans was decreasing, but the silence of the human race continued...
When the seventh decade came, Youchao found Sui.
"Sui, is your fire going to light?" Youchao looked extremely tired.
Sui replied: "No!"
Youchao nodded and left.
In the eighth decade, Ziyi came and asked the same question.
Sui replied: "I lit a common fire."
Ziyi looked conflicted and left.
In the hundredth year, Sui went to meet the two leaders with a piece of wood and a drill, and lit a fire of the Great Dao.
“Too high!”
As the two looked at each other with disappointment, the fire of the Great Dao suddenly fell to the ground and broke into countless sparks.
It only takes a moment to go from Tao to the mortal world.
And just after this wisp of flint fire faded away, the myriad avenues intertwined in the sea of human destiny were suddenly ignited, and the raging fire burned the rivers and boiled the seas, and suddenly scattered like star rain and fell into the mortal world.
"Sui! What are you doing?"
The first generation of humans were in a panic and came forward to question.
Sui grinned.
“I think it is too absurd to say that the Great Dao is tied to us. Goddess Nuwa cut off all the Daos from the human race, not from us!
Since the decline of all paths is inevitable, why bother to stop it? You say this is decline, but I say this is sedimentation.
It is the precipitation of the Great Dao, and also the precipitation of hope. We cannot understand the Great Dao, so why should we occupy it by force? It is better to disperse, ignite the fire of the Great Dao, and scatter it into the mortal world. Since the Great Dao is not today, then we will pass on the flame and wait for tomorrow! "
On this day, the firewood lit by Sui ignited a flame that reached the sky.
This fire not only illuminated the darkness and burned through the fog, but also burned the luck of 100,000 great ways. The great ways returned to the mortal world and turned into ashes, which settled in the sea of luck of the human race and completely became the foundation of the human race.
This scene made all parties who were trying to steal the fortune of the human race dumbfounded. They really didn't expect that the human race would have such a decisive person. The Hundred Thousand Avenues could be burned or dispersed at will.
Are you really not afraid that there will be no successors? You can’t even fish it out!
Soon after, Sui's flame of hope spread throughout the human race.
As one flame after another appeared in the human territory, people officially bid farewell to the life of eating raw meat and drinking blood. They used fire to keep warm, to illuminate, to drive away wild beasts, and to guard the night.
Small sparks, when gathered together, become powerful, and when passed down for a long time, they become eternal.
Sui used fire to express "hope", burned out a new world for human beings and broadened the way for future generations of human beings.
People remembered his merits, respectfully called him Suiren, and elected him as the third leader of the human race!
From then on, Ziyi clan, Youchao clan and Suiren clan jointly governed the human race.
When the three ancestors of the human race thoroughly promoted the clothes of "creation", the nest of "laws" and the fire of "hope" among the human race, infinite merits gathered in the ancestral land.
"This is, Madam?"
Mingyu was stunned.
It was not the way of heaven that gave merit to the human race, but Nuwa. This huge amount of merit came entirely from the chaos outside the sky, from the Nuwa Palace!
Mingyu changed her mind and felt relieved.
The development of the human race at this moment is still limited to itself and its ancestral land, and has not affected the ancient world. How could the Heavenly Dao bestow merits on the leaders of the human race?
After all, the human race today is no longer the protagonist of the world, and this is not the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
At the moment when the merits decreased, the human race gained three more merit-laden spiritual treasures in addition to the Whip of Creation.
The moment the three ancestors of the human race received the magical treasure, they also understood.
This is the great love of Nuwa!
"Thank you for your grace!"
The Third Patriarch bowed respectfully to the heavens, tears streaming down his face.
The black-clothed lady said: "The Holy Mother has done a lot for our race. We can only remember it in our hearts, but I am afraid that we cannot express our gratitude."
Youchao took over the conversation: "Why not build a temple in the ancestral land to worship the Holy Mother."
Suiren said: "This method is very good. There are also friends outside the ancestral land who protect our tribe. How can we thank them?"
Youchao said, "Just build another palace."
"There are so many of them, one palace might not be enough?"
"Don't worry, it will be enough!" Youchao smiled mysteriously and took over the task of building the hall.
Ziyi knew that he was connected with the Phoenix Clan, so he explained to Suiren with a smile.
"Spiritual Master?"
Suiren murmured.
