Chapter 106 The Ceremony

Today in Xuanyuan Hill, it was raining incessantly. The sky was heavy. The tall Water God Gonggong stood by the window, looking at the sky. After a long while, he said, "I never expected that Daoist would value the change of the Human Emperor so much. He didn't even come on such an important day?"

"Truly strange."

Gonggong was dressed in solemn and gorgeous clothes, and here were gathered the elders of various tribes of the human race, each wearing extremely simple and solemn clothes, making the atmosphere here especially solemn and dignified, with a mysterious power that subtly made people hold their breath and quiet down.

But this solemn, dignified feeling was broken by a man.

Ji Xuanyuan sat in the main seat, Xuanyuan Sword casually hanging on the side. He was covering a large bump on his forehead and sucking in cold air, constantly muttering something, occasionally gritting his teeth and saying a few words. The other patriarchs of the various tribes all kept their eyes on their noses and their hearts, pretending not to see anything.

In fact, today, someone *again* saw Emperor Xuanyuan arguing with Patriarch Leizu.

Although these two often argued in the past.

This time it was especially fierce, and they even seemed to have gotten physical.

Gonggong turned his head and saw Zhuanxu, also dressed in solemn clothes, explaining to a delicate girl with a puzzled face, then a series of dazed questions: "Huh?? Isn't there? It should be a senior of the Tu Shan clan, named Xi Yuan, said to be a direct descendant of Tu Shan Nüxi."

The girl pondered: "But even I don't belong to the true direct line created by Nuwa."

"When our bloodline is not revealed, we won't call ourselves direct descendants of the Nüxi clan… There are no true descendants of the Nuwa clan in this era at all. Maybe there will be later, but there aren't any now."

"Zhuanxu, you must have been deceived!"

"Eh? Really? But that Mr. Yuan looked very sincere…"

"Hmph, you don't understand, do you?" The Tu Shan girl said triumphantly:

"In our Tu Shan, those thousand-year-old foxes who are best at deceiving people all have a sincere and gentle appearance. On the contrary, those little foxes look like they're about to deceive people. I think that guy, even if he's not a direct descendant of the Nüxi clan, must be an old white fox spirit with some cultivation."

"From this point, I think he really is from Tu Shan."

Gonggong looked at Ji Xuanyuan, who was regretting that he hadn't used that one sentence during the argument this morning, so he wouldn't have lost, and saw that the latter had prepared many, many words to retort back.

He looked at Zhuanxu, who was being reminded by his fiancée that the more sincere a man is, the easier he is to deceive, just like the more beautiful a woman is, the easier she is to deceive, and then asked back whether you think I would deceive you, a killing blow.

Saying it's easy to deceive means you think I'm a liar.

Saying it's not easy to deceive means you think I'm not good-looking.

Such a killing blow made Zhuanxu's scalp tingle.

"As expected of the little princess of the Tu Shan clan…"

Gonggong rubbed his brow, feeling that neither the old nor the young one was reliable or reassuring, and finally couldn't help but open his mouth and said, "Emperor Xuanyuan, it's time to start the Human Emperor succession ceremony."

Ji Xuanyuan, who was gnashing his teeth and seemed to see himself finally "defeating" Leizu and smiling, suddenly woke up, coughed, and said, "Ah, yes, yes, let's start, let's start. Zhuanxu, you sit back, sit back!"

"Hmm? Where's Zhurong?"

Emperor Xuanyuan saw that the Fire Official wasn't there, leaving only a scarecrow to fill in, and his lips twitched.

Zhuanxu said, "Ah, Zhurong's wife was cured by that Daoist priest. He should be taking her for a walk in Xuanyuan Hill? Or has he already returned to the tribe? Oh right, Zhurong also said that he would personally cook today, so he won't come."

Ji Xuanyuan rubbed his brow: "Really… is cooking for his wife more important than the human race's ceremony? Forget it, forget it… his wife has been ill for many years, so we won't wait for him. Anyway, we all know his choice."

His voice paused, looking at the Xuanyuan Sword sheathed beside him, and finally felt a sense of relief. In any case, he had successfully reached the end of this difficult path. The Yellow Emperor was no more, and in the end, he was just Xuanyuan, who grew up next to the Ji River. Then, he would be able to resolve the misunderstandings with Leizu one by one…

Emperor Xuanyuan glanced at Zhuanxu, who was sitting upright, his expression slightly restrained, and said:

"The fate of humanity, into whose hands it will be placed, should be decided today.

"Gonggong, Zhuanxu, you two can speak your minds freely…"

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At the same time, at the Heavenly Pillar.

Mount Buzhou God dismissed the many mountain gods on the left and right, regretting that his old friend who carried the *Hetu Luoshu* seemed unable to come for some reason, so he had to watch the so-called big event alone. "Hmph, big event, I want to see what kind of big event it is!"

Mount Buzhou God sneered a few times, thinking of what the white-haired Daoist said at the time.

"This seat supports the heavens and holds the earth."

"I want to see how a bloody disaster will come."

"But this big event is not false…" Old Buzhou raised his eyes, relying on the position of supporting the heavens and holding the earth and traveling through the six voids. Although he was not good at celestial secrets, he vaguely felt the so-called tribulation aura, only in Xuanyuan Hill, because of the flow of human fate, he was afraid that he would not be aware of it.

"A great tribulation… a great tribulation?"

"I wonder who is going to be unlucky."

The old man sighed a few times, and sat cross-legged on a flatly extended cliff on Mount Buzhou, looking far away at the territory of Xuanyuan Hill of the human race.

"Let me see!"

"If it's an acquaintance, when I reach out to help, I can also mock him greatly."

…………………………

Above Xuanyuan Hill, the human race's fortune was tumbling endlessly. After a debate, Ji Xuanyuan rubbed his brow, and his gaze swept across the many patriarchs of the human race, and said slowly: "So, it seems that everything has been decided. From now on, I am no longer the Yellow Emperor, nor the Human Emperor."

"And the next generation of Human Emperor."

Ji Xuanyuan's voice paused, and said, "Zhuanxu."

He looked at his grandson beside him, and when the atmosphere was suppressed, he showed a smile and said, "You must assist Gonggong well…"

"Eh? Ah, good! Good!"

Zhuanxu was first stunned, then reacted, stood up with great joy, and bowed deeply.

He looked at the calm and composed Water Official Gonggong beside him and said, "Then I will have to rely on you for your care in the future, Brother Gonggong. Ah, should I call you Human Emperor now?!"

Gonggong said, "It doesn't matter, just as before."

"Oh, oh, relax, relax."

Ji Xuanyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched his back, and casually held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and said:

"Then I, the old man, will leave. You guys do your own thing."

Gonggong said, "It's time to go back and accompany Her Excellency Leizu."

"The reason why some of the conflicts between you two could not be resolved before was because the position of Human Emperor restrained your experience and the responsibility of this position. And now, I will take on this responsibility, and you can also resolve those misunderstandings…"

"You!!"

Ji Xuanyuan's face froze, and finally he smiled helplessly: "Yes, it's time…"

"It's time…"

"By the way, now that you are the Human Emperor, you can't use our Ji calendar anymore. I use clouds to mark the years, and my ministers are all named after clouds, such as Jinyun and the others; and Shennong used fire to mark the years, and his ministers were named after fire. What calendar will you use? And what should your ministers be named after?"

Gonggong said without hesitation: "Water, the Water Calendar, using water as the basis for marking the years, and using water as the names of my ministers."

Xuanyuan nodded and laughed loudly: "Good!"

'In the past, the Yellow Emperor used clouds to record events, so he was the Cloud Master and named after clouds.'

'The Yan Emperor used fire to record events, so he was the Fire Master and named after fire.'

'Gonggong used water to record events, so he was the Water Master and named after water.'

—————— *Zuo Zhuan · Zhao Gong Seventeen Years*

Gonggong held up a teacup respectfully, but found that there were also ripples in the teacup. For a moment, he only felt that he was also nervous and uneasy in his heart, and even his grip on the water was a little unstable. Then he suddenly realized that something was wrong, because the ripples on the water surface suddenly changed greatly.

Even the ground beneath his feet began to shake violently.

Gonggong's pupils shrank, and he clenched his fist and smashed it horizontally. The majestic water flow naturally erupted, mixed with the human fate, and horizontally blocked, directly blocking the sudden attack. The Xuanyuan Hill Hall, which was used to select the Human Emperor, shattered, revealing the sky and the enemy standing under the sky.

"...As expected, they came."

Gonggong's expression did not change, and he said coldly: "...Is it the assassin from Gui Xu, or the evil gods who were frustrated in their ambitions in the Battle of Zhuolu, or those dirty things hidden in unknown places and unable to see the light of day?"

The human race in this era fights in the heavens and the earth, and there are definitely many enemies.

The change of the Human Emperor of the human race is actually a transfer of fortune, and the predetermined time cannot be changed.

The other party did not speak, but burst out with extremely powerful momentum, vast and majestic, and then swept away fiercely. Countless figures flew out of his hands and landed heavily on the ground. They were the strong human warriors who had been deployed around the human race after learning that there were enemies secretly assassinating Gonggong and Zhuanxu.

At the same time, the surrounding ground continued to crack and shake violently, causing a burst of panicked voices from the human race. Because of the assassination, the pre-prepared arrangements now played a role, preventing this first attack from succeeding.

Zhuanxu's face was pale.

Gonggong's expression was ice-cold: "Good… you had this planned for a long time. How many years have you been preparing?"

"You don't need to know…" A hoarse voice replied.

Gonggong pulled off his cloak with a backhand and threw it on the ground, and said, "Their goal is the human race's fortune and the earth's veins. I will fight them and stop them! Zhuanxu, you guard here. Your formation is strong enough to maintain the stability of Xuanyuan Hill!"

"This is my first order as the Human Emperor."

Zhuanxu calmed down and said, "Yes!"

Gonggong looked at Ji Xuanyuan beside him: "Then, I'll have to trouble you with the high-level combat power."

"If the human race's fortune and the earth's veins are destroyed…"

Humans are a race that walks on the earth. If even their fortune and the earth's veins are destroyed together, they will basically go to complete destruction, losing their foothold. Xuanyuan nodded, Gonggong nodded solemnly, and then walked out, laughing loudly: "Come on! Rebellious Gods!"

"Human Race's Water Official Gonggong will be your opponent!!"

The majestic water flow swirled and rose up, like water dragons roaring, protecting the entire vast area of the human race. The panicked people instantly calmed down, and then cheered and jumped, seeing the blue water cover protecting them, and the tall young man standing outside, heroic and vigorous.

"Lord Gonggong!!"

The war god who stood up looked down and saw a group of children sitting on the shoulders of the tall Fangfeng clan youth, waving vigorously at Him with bright smiles. Gonggong's expression softened a little, nodded slightly, raised his head, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and stared coldly at the enemy in front of him.

"Come…"

He suddenly punched out. The opponent seemed to have no intention of fighting Gonggong head-on. After exchanging a few blows and falling into a disadvantage, he quickly retreated. But when Gonggong was about to stop, he saw that the figure exuding a strong turbid aura was just clenching his five fingers, and a mountain range collapsed!

The earth cracked, and the earth's veins began to decline crazily.

Gonggong's expression changed drastically.

!!!

This was not something that had been prepared for a year or two, this was a plan for centuries, or even hundreds of years, directly targeting the fortune of the earth. If the earth's veins were to collapse, the human race would surely perish. Water God Gonggong roared and burst out with his own inherent human race origin.

He separated a part of his origin and turned it into a river, instantly filling the torn earth.

Thus, the shaking earth returned to calm.

Gonggong's face was a little paler.

The figure stopped and laughed loudly: "Separating your origin, your strength will inevitably be damaged. You are so foolish now? Water God, you are no match for me like this!"

"Hmph! It's just a little bit of origin!"

The tall youth held a sharp spear in his hand, and when he heard the shouting in the wind, he sneered:

"Killing you is enough!"

"Is that so… Then, come and try!"

The figure exuding turbid aura retreated rapidly, not going to, and not daring to fight Gonggong head-on. But at the cost of a sufficient price, he gained great speed. More importantly, whenever Gonggong was about to kill him, there would be a collapse of the earth's veins.

Thus, cracks appeared in the earth, constantly collapsing, and the earth's veins declined.

The Water God's expression did not change, and he walked forward step by step.

His right hand directly struck his chest and abdomen, harming his own body, and scattered his blood on the earth, turning it into surging rivers, separating his own origin that nurtured the human race's fortune, and dividing it into them. Thus, the torn earth regained its normal appearance, and the water nourished the dying earth's veins, nurturing new life.

In this way, the human race would not collapse because of the death of the earth's veins.

Thus, rivers appeared on the earth, and oases appeared. The aftermath of the battle between the two changed the color of the sky and the earth, and caused the mountains to collapse. In the end, the other party seemed to have finally lost the ability and arrangements to cause the earth's veins to collapse again. Gonggong, who had separated too much of his origin, had a pale face and his expression gradually became dazed.

Only the thought of killing the enemy in front of him became more and more resolute.

If he didn't kill Him, if he didn't kill Them, the human race would face a great disaster…

'Lord Gonggong…'

'Brother Gonggong.'

'Gonggong!'

The Water God's mind was dazed and distracted, knowing that his foundation had been consumed too much, but he was resolute enough, not hesitating to seriously injure himself, and also aroused all his strength, and attacked forward suddenly. The domineering spear, the power of the waters flowing, suddenly pierced through the enemy.

Gonggong breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, after seeing the enemy being killed by himself, he saw [Mount Buzhou] behind the enemy.

"You… you fell for the trap…"

The god who was killed and had his soul destroyed whispered.

At this moment, Gonggong, who had made a desperate attack, was no longer able to change his moves.

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When Old Mount Buzhou was watching the fun, he did not expect that he would be involved. He also did not expect that the guy who exuded a turbid aura and most likely had a great background would be willing to design Gonggong at the cost of his own death. The old man subconsciously raised his hand and activated the concept of myth.

Supporting the heavens and holding the earth!

But looking at the Water God who was covered in blood and maintaining the unbroken state of the earth's veins with his own strength.

This move could not be smashed down.

If he did not expend his foundation to maintain the earth's veins, He would certainly not have been deceived by such a trick, right?

The old man sighed. If it were not for the Water God's maintenance of the earth's veins, the earth would collapse and all things would die. How could he smash down such a move? And as Mount Buzhou, who supported the heavens and held the earth, made another choice at this moment.

Scheming against this old man?!!

The tall old man was indifferent and ignored Gonggong's attack, and clenched his fist.

The Dao of Heaven was torn apart, and then a figure who was watching the situation from the side was directly grabbed into the palm of the old man's hand. The latter's face changed drastically, and he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. He was still condescendingly overlooking these chess pieces with the arrogance of a [behind-the-scenes chess player], but in the next moment, he fell into such a situation, and he couldn't believe it:

"You… when did you discover it!"

Mount Buzhou God was indifferent. Supporting the heavens and holding the earth, his figure became taller and more terrifying in the other party's eyes, as if the heavens were collapsing horizontally. Then the old man clenched his grip forcefully, and the bones of the mastermind who guided everything collapsed, and blood almost burst out. Even his true spirit was almost completely shattered, and he screamed out.

This was Buzhou's choice.

In the next moment, Mount Buzhou was hit by the Water God and collapsed with a bang.

Because the earth's veins were interfered with, the foundation of Mount Buzhou was affected.

The mastermind was thrown heavily, smashed on the ground, his cultivation shattered, and his aura was sluggish. He looked at the fragments of the sky shattering for the first time, and all laws were extinguished, but he laughed loudly: "Cough cough cough, ahahaha, you, no matter what, you have all fallen for the trap, haha, cough cough cough… You were actually willing to separate your own foundation to make up for the earth's veins, haha, courting death."

"It's really a way to seek death, a way to seek death. Such a fool is too easy to scheme against!"

He staggered up, covered his chest, swallowed precious medicines, and recovered from his injuries:

"...Why hasn't the Lord of Gui Xu come yet."

"Forget it, next, I can complete it alone."

"He can't come…"

"And you, you can't complete your so-called plan either…"

A voice suppressing anger replied.

The man raised his eyes and saw the white-haired Daoist coming with a sword. The cultivation on the opposite side also seemed to be shattered, but he was resolute and unparalleled. When Mount Buzhou fell, the heavens and the earth collapsed. The Daoist held up the heavens and the earth with one hand, his wooden hairpin and white hair barely maintained the stability of the heavens and the earth. Then, he held a sword in his left hand, and the sword energy was like frost.

Kunwu roared.

The cultivation of Mount Buzhou reappeared in the world!

"Die!!!"