Chapter 282 Kunpeng changes his name to Cangjie

Seeing that Hua Xu had already integrated into the Fengyan tribe, Heng Ming nodded, waved his hand, and sent out a ray of ethereal fairy light, heading straight for the North Sea.

"Before, Wuhua went to deliver food to Fuxi and inspired Huaxu to enter the tribe. Now we only need a master. It is just right for Kunpeng to teach Fuxi first and also introduce human culture to the human race."

"With the help of the Hetu and Luoshu, Fuxi should be able to simplify the Xiantian Bagua and evolve it into the Houtian Bagua. With the help of Fuxi Qin, he should also be able to simplify many musical instruments and bring a lot of entertainment to the human race."

"Junior Sister Nuwa should also send down the red ball to help Fuxi set the marriage ceremony to prevent the tragedy of Huaxu from happening again. At that time, I will also send down the Book of Humanity to determine this fate. From now on, the Emperor will always be superior to other leaders. After all, no matter how powerful they are, they all use humanities and hold weddings."

Hengming was constantly thinking about the future development process in his heart. Thousands of thoughts were shining like stars, and eventually turned into countless strategies, paving a road to success.

On this avenue to heaven, even when Fuxi should walk, run, and study was planned neatly without any mistakes.

At the top of this avenue, Fuxi was conferred the title of Heavenly Emperor and finally determined the fate of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

But as this avenue continued to evolve, countless accidents occurred out of nowhere, such as Fuxi being struck to death by divine thunder from the sky, or being crushed to death by an earthquake from the earth, or even choking to death by water in his throat.

These accidents all come from the intentional or unintentional interference of other saints.

If there were no disturbance from other saints, Hengming's plan would be foolproof. Even the Hunyuan Golden Immortal could not defy his will, let alone the human race today.

But the other saints were as powerful as him and naturally had the ability to interfere with his plans. No matter how perfect his plans were, as long as there was interference from other saints, they would become fragile in an instant.

Heng Ming's mind moved, and he immediately integrated the power of Nuwa and Yang Mei into this avenue to heaven. In just a moment, these accidents were immediately swept away. However, there are always some accidents that are like reefs hit by huge waves, tenacious and difficult to remove.

After hesitating for a moment, Hengming still frowned and added a trace of Luohu's breath into it.

With the power of another Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, the remaining accidents were immediately eliminated by 99%. Only some disasters that could not be eliminated remained.

But these disasters could no longer be eliminated, and their existence was beneficial to Fuxi's growth, so Hengming no longer tried to find ways to eliminate them.

"But these are just my speculations. What actually happened is more complicated, but it may also be simpler. It is time to contact the Two Saints of the West."

Hengming hid this road to heaven and thought to himself.

What Cundi Buddha and Jie Yin Taoist want is only the prosperity of the Western Paradise. For this purpose, they can even give up their own paths and choose to be like the Three Pure Ones, just to be saints instead of Hunyuan Daluo.

People with such perseverance and determination have hearts like rocks, which cannot be moved or changed. However, when it comes to eternal life, such people are the best to use.

As long as their purpose is met, they will let him do whatever he wants.

There was a slight flicker of light in Hengming's eyes, and he immediately came up with many ideas to tempt Cundi Buddha and Jie Yin Taoist.

Beihai, Bei Minghai.

If the South China Sea is like spring all year round with warm waters that accommodate countless marine creatures, then the North Sea is an extreme of the South China Sea. Countless cold currents are slithering on the seabed like poisonous snakes. Those with low cultivation will be instantly frozen into ice sculptures as soon as they enter the North Sea.

Occasionally, some cold currents will jump out of the sea and instantly turn into icebergs, swimming across the sea and constantly hitting the few remaining islands.

There are countless cold currents and many icebergs. If the North Sea is regarded as a chessboard, then it is covered with endless iceberg chess pieces like clouds.

Countless icebergs are moving slowly under the push of the sea. Occasionally, two or more icebergs will collide with each other. Almost all the colliding icebergs will sink to the bottom of the sea and turn into cold currents again. Only a very small number of icebergs will merge into one and finally turn into a larger iceberg.

Because the North Sea is too cold, creatures in the North Sea are the rarest among the four seas. But also because of this, the creatures that can survive in the North Sea are also the most powerful.

In the North Sea alone, two innate gods were born. One was the Northern Black Tortoise Zhiming God among the four sacred beast gods; and the other was the demon master Kunpeng of the demon clan, who was also one of the few remaining ancient demon gods and lived in the North Sea all year round.

The Beiming Sea is an even more magnificent miracle in the North Sea.

The coldness of the Beiming Sea is even worse than that of the North Sea. It is a sea within the sea, but it is precisely because there are too many cold currents gathered at the bottom of the Beiming Sea that they grow on the seabed like tree roots. Not many cold currents jump out of the sea and become icebergs, and many small islands are preserved on it.

These small islands are like a ray of life in a dead end. Instead of being severely cold, they are very warm and can spontaneously resist the wind and snow from the outside world. They can be said to be the only shelter in the North Sea.

And on each island there grows a Yangchun fruit tree, with countless Yangchun fruits written on it.

Every time one eats a Yangchun fruit, a stream of Yang energy will spontaneously circulate in the body to resist the severe cold of the North Sea. Therefore, although the North Sea is the coldest place in the North Sea, it has the most living creatures in the North Sea.

The miracle of life blooms here.

Kunpeng looked at the many small islands on the North Sea with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "The Yangchun Mother Tree that Senior Brother Hengming gave me is indeed strange. It can actually feed on wind and snow. The more violent the wind and snow, the more Yangchun fruit trees will be born. This will allow the North Sea cultivators to explore the North Sea. In another ten thousand years, my demon master lineage will be completely complete."

For a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, it is extremely easy to enlighten cultivators. As Kunpeng is a strong one among the Hunyuan Golden Immortals, he can naturally do it as well.

But his embarrassment was that he did not want to give up the North Ming Sea, but the North Ming Sea was too bitter and cold. Even though he was a congenital divine being nurtured by the North Ming Sea, he could not stand such severe cold when he was just born.

What’s more, they are ordinary monks.

Therefore, even if he wanted to develop the North Ming Sea and develop the cultivators of the Demon Master lineage, he was helpless as he had no good way to stop the severe cold, and those cultivators could only huddle in the Demon Master's Palace, unable to move up or down, and feeling very uncomfortable.

But Hengming came up with a good idea for him, which was that there was no need to stop the severe cold, as the severe cold was a natural treasure that could be used to refine magical instruments and elixirs, and even an elixir furnace would not be needed.

Finally, Hengming split off a fire branch from the Five Elements Fruit Tree, and with the help of Nuwa, she transformed this branch into a brand new heavenly spiritual root: the Yangchun Mother Tree.

The Yangchun mother tree can produce Yangchun seeds, and when the seeds are planted, they will grow into Yangchun fruit trees. The monks can use them to resist the severe cold, and no longer have to hide in the Demon Master's Palace. They can go out and travel, which can be regarded as expanding the territory.

Just when Kunpeng was thinking about creating a few more islands, a ray of fairy light floated in from afar. Seeing that the fairy light was coming from the South China Sea, it ignored his restrictions. Kunpeng immediately knew who sent it. The ethereal fairy light flashed and turned into a message, flowing through Kunpeng's heart.

"I see." Kunpeng nodded and said, "Kunpeng will follow your instructions."

Kunpeng's mind moved, and two magical treasures, a picture and a book, slowly appeared above his head. There were countless black dots and white lines or white dots and black lines depicted on them, emitting a faint Taoist charm, which seemed to explain the myriad principles of the world and be able to solve countless mysteries.

It was the River Map and Luo Shu that he had seized during the war between the wizards and the liches.

A divine light flashed from Kunpeng's body, and an old man with white hair and face appeared.

The old man took the River Map and Luo Shu, and Kunpeng said to him: "Fellow Daoist Cangjie, it's your turn to be born."

Cang Jie nodded, but then seemed to think of something and said, "My Lord, this humanities text contains many omissions that have not been filled. If you want to pass it on perfectly to the human race, you have to wait until the Human Emperor. If you want to pass it on during the Heavenly Emperor period, I'm afraid there will be many flaws."

Kunpeng shook his head and said, "It's too late. Senior brothers and sisters are preparing for battle with all their strength. If we wait until the time of the Human Emperor, there will be too many variables, which is not advisable. Even if there are flaws, humanities will be introduced into the human race."

Since the deity has made the decision, Cangjie, as Kunpeng's good corpse, naturally has no objection.

The long river of time keeps rushing, and more than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Fuxi was gifted, able to speak, and had special visions. He could recite a few wonderful words from time to time. His strength was enormous. At the age of three, he could fight on equal terms with an adult man and even have the upper hand.

At the age of five, he was already able to help his grandfather deal with tribal affairs. Fuxi seemed to be particularly adept at these matters. In just half a year, the clan leader had unloaded all chores and focused on hunting outside. All matters within the tribe were subject to Fuxi's orders.

Hua Xu once worried that his child would be hurt by his wisdom and be taken away by heaven, so she advised him not to show off his talent. However, Fuxi said, "A sword can be hidden in a scabbard, but if it is placed in a cloth, its brilliance cannot be concealed. I was born with such talent, so I must develop it. Otherwise, I will truly fail the creation of heaven and earth and be taken away by heaven."

At this point, Fuxi's reputation in the tribe has become increasingly strong, and he has even been hailed as the well-deserved next patriarch.

Fuxi's reputation has surpassed that of the current clan leader, so there is no need to wait for him to abdicate. If clan leader Feng Yan and Hua Xu were not his grandfather and mother, they would have been overthrown long ago, allowing Fuxi to take the throne.

Hua Xu and Feng Yan clan leaders were not at all displeased. Instead, they were very happy that their descendants had such great talents.

A year later, the chief of Fengyan tribe abdicated and Fuxi officially became the chief of Fengyan tribe.

Although Fuxi was only six years old, his appearance was not much different from that of an adult. He was growing almost day and night, becoming powerful at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.

But Fuxi also had his own troubles. Even though he was gifted and could get the correct answer after looking at things several times, there were still some things he could not understand.

Why does fire burn?
Why does water flow?
Why do trees bear fruit?

Why can the earth nourish all things?
Why can't humans grow wings and fly in the sky?

Why can't humans grow tails and swim in the water?
Why does a person have to be pregnant for ten months?
Why do people need to survive?
Endless questions kept bothering Fuxi. Fuxi once sought answers from his mother Huaxu, and hoped that Huaxu could give him a method of cultivation.

But Hua Xu followed the instructions of the Five-Colored Divine Deer and except teaching Fuxi the magic text, she never taught him any other secret skills. She only said that his teacher would be in the near future.

"My teacher is in the near future?"

Fuxi sat beside a creek, staring blankly at the water in front of him, completely devoid of his usual wisdom.

The stream was winding, with lush aquatic plants and fat fish playing around. Fuxi swallowed his saliva and came back to his senses.

Although the Fengyan tribe prospered under his governance, it was still no match for the big tribes and still had to hide in the mountains and forests.

The land in the mountains and forests was barren, and they could only pick wild fruits and hunt game for a living. He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten meat.

This small river was their daily water source, so naturally they saw big fish in it. However, they had no tools to catch them, and could only hope to catch one or two fish with their bare hands to satisfy their hunger.

But although these big fish look fat, their movements are extremely nimble. Even though Fuxi has only eaten fish a few times since he grew up, those few times were enough to make him feel comfortable all over and leave a lingering taste in his mouth.

Fuxi had been thinking about the problem for so long and was feeling very hungry, so he jumped into the river, gently bent down, and made his hands into claws shape. He held on for a long time, and finally grabbed down suddenly.

But the big fish he had his eyes on was more alert than he was. Before his hands even touched the water, the fish had already flicked its tail and ran away in an instant. Only a series of bubbles were left behind, as if mocking his arrogance.

Fuxi clapped his hands, but apart from splashing water all over his face, there was no result at all. He felt a little discouraged.

Just at this moment, an old man appeared in front of Fuxi, but he was not panicked. After all, this small river was still far away from the Fengyan tribe, and people from other tribes usually came to fetch water.

The old man was holding a very strange thing in his hand. It seemed to be made of vines, but it was extremely tiny. These vines were constantly connected, leaving only small holes. Although it was flat, judging from the details, this thing should not be small.

Fuxi looked at the thing and felt a little shocked. Then, for some reason, he began to stare at what the old man was doing.

The old man walked back and forth beside the river, as if looking for a place where fish gathered. Then he paused in a certain river area and threw something in his hand. Fuxi only felt a flash before his eyes, and the vines instantly fell into the river, immediately catching a large school of fish.

The fish were frightened and immediately began to run around in a panic, but the vines were very tough. Although there were some small holes in them, they were too small to accommodate the infected fish, so they were trapped where they were.

But the old man seemed to be exhausted. Although he caught a large school of fish, he could not control his body. He let out an "Ouch" and began to shake continuously, as if he was about to fall to the ground at the next moment.

Although Fuxi was wary of outsiders, he was also a kind-hearted person. Seeing that the old man was about to fall, he did not care about anything else and immediately stepped forward to support the old man. With his other hand, he grabbed a vine that the old man was holding tightly in his hand and subconsciously pulled hard. The vines immediately tightened and pulled a large school of fish to the shore.

These fat fish kept flapping their wings on the shore, but without the support of the river water, they lost their former swiftness and soon stopped struggling.

(End of this chapter)