Chapter 1 The Most Tragic Level

　　The battle surrounding the Human Race's Xuanyuan Mound reached its most tragic level almost instantly, involving remnant gods from the Zhulu Battle who had been drawn into the conflict, the materialized turbid qi from the saying "The pure are gods, the turbid are sealed," and tribes defeated by the Human Race's rise.

　　"Gale, torrential rain!"

　　Yushiqie, with her long hair disheveled, cried out, and thunder and torrential rain fell from the sky.

　　Ji Xuanyuan stepped onto the ancient war chariot, pulling tight the Xuanyuan bow. A brilliant golden arrow shot into the sky, piercing the gentle goddess and causing her to fall completely. Blood rained down, and Bai Ze gripped the chariot with his right hand, while his left hand wielded Ji Xuanyuan's yellow battle-axe, violently hacking with his authority as "Leader of All Beasts."

　　Bai Ze: Innately knowledgeable of all things.

　　Attached authority: Mastery of all techniques, skilled in all martial arts.

　　Every weapon, every type of術法 (Shu Fa, spells), had been honed to an extremely high level during the long wars of the Age of Gods.

　　Cracks had already appeared on his armor. Bai Ze had just slain a mountain-like Tui Shan beast, and his internal organs suffered a tremendous impact. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the refined, handsome scholar with curly hair spat out blood, cursing, "Damn it… I really am not good at this kind of combat."

　　"Head-on collisions are better suited for Limu and Xing Tian."

　　"Old man, get back to…"

　　Bai Ze subconsciously shouted in the midst of the desperate battle.

　　Then he remembered that Shennong Yandi had already died in a foreign land, and there would be no friend to look after their injuries, just as there would be no other chariot running parallel, unwilling to fall behind. Bai Ze's hand drooped slightly.

　　Jiuli, Yan Tribe...

　　Bai Ze suddenly roared, "Kill!"

　　The solemn and gorgeous robes on Ji Xuanyuan's body were already soaked with blood, both his own and that of the gods. He tore open the cumbersome upper garment, wielding a sword in one hand and using the bow as a weapon in the other, carving a path through the enemy ranks. Even the armor on Bai Ze's body had cracks appearing.

　　Suddenly, a series of rumbling sounds came from the direction of Xuanyuan Mound.

　　Bai Ze and Ji Xuanyuan turned back at the same time.

　　They saw that the defensive layer left by Gonggong had also been destroyed, and Zhuanxu's formation was constantly rotating, with turbid qi creatures constantly approaching, impacting the formation as if seeking death. The formation was constantly shrinking and collapsing.

　　Zhuanxu still lacked experience.

　　And the enemies were too numerous…

　　……………………

　　"What's happening outside...?"

　　Zhurong Tribe, core area.

　　The gentle woman, whose spirits had obviously recovered a lot, heard the sound, stroked the sleeping Changqin, and looked at her husband next to her. The latter looked outside for a long time, retracted his gaze, and said, "You must have misheard... It's just a little noisy."

　　"Well, never mind that."

　　Zhurong maintained the transfer of vitality to his wife, and brought over a bowl of freshly cooked medicinal porridge.

　　Inside, according to the method given by the Taoist priest, he had picked medicinal herbs. The handsome man smiled and knelt beside the bed, so that his gaze was level with his wife's, and said, "Try it... See if my skills have deteriorated?"

　　The woman nodded, picked it up and took a sip, and then found that it contained the pulp of her favorite fruit. The bitter taste of the medicinal porridge was suppressed, and instead there was a light and sweet feeling. She looked at the proud smile on Zhurong's lips beside her.

　　The latter was dressed in ordinary clothes, his black hair simply tied up. Compared with Shuizheng Gonggong's grandeur and Zhuanxu's benevolent governance, the current Huozheng Zhurong seemed too ordinary, so ordinary that he was too good at cooking, usually only playing the Qin, and would take his wife to travel around to seek medical treatment.

　　'He doesn't seem like a Huozheng at all.'

　　"Does it taste good?"

　　"Well... Better than what I make."

　　Zhurong said with a smile: "You taught me this back then... No, not really, you made it for me to drink, and then I went back and found a chef and finally learned it." The Taoist's medical skills seemed to be extremely powerful. After taking the prescription he left behind, the woman's aura had already improved.

　　But Zhurong still remembered what the Taoist said.

　　He had only maintained a better state, and the core was actually the power that Zhurong forcibly transmitted.

　　"That Taoist priest was right, your body is slowly getting better."

　　"Yes."

　　"Later, I can take you to those places you want to go. We will raise Changqin together. I will teach him to play the Qin, and you will teach him to read... I will take you to the country of Shaohao, where Zhuanxu and I met."

　　"Yes."

　　The gentle woman listened to Zhurong's gentle murmur, holding the child's back, with a satisfied smile.

　　Listening to Zhurong telling her that he would go to the top of Kunlun to see the jade dragon snow python for thousands of miles.

　　See the waves of the East China Sea all pouring into the endless trench.

　　Go to the Great Wilderness to see the rise and fall of the stars, ten suns and ten months, constantly rotating, and then go boating in the South China Sea to see the customs and cultures of overseas countries. The gods of the past would not have such thoughts, but at this time, he had countless ideas and countless wishes in his heart.

　　The woman looked at Zhurong with a gentle and affectionate gaze.

　　She reached out and stroked his brow, and said softly, "Yes, I'll go with you..."

　　"But, will you really not regret it?"

　　The young man's face hesitated for a moment.

　　The woman said softly: "Of course I know you won't regret meeting me, but, will you really not regret being like this today?" She looked at her husband holding her hand, feeling the vitality that had previously been transmitted from the air was now coming from between their palms.

　　"Go..."

　　She said gently and quietly: "Do what you should do."

　　"...No, it's not, is there anything that must be done?"

　　Zhurong shook his head and muttered. The words of the Taoist priest were still lingering in his ears 'Do not touch the violent flame vitality', but, but if he left his wife, it would be equivalent to cutting off her vitality. If he made a full effort, then it would inevitably be an unparalleled blazing flame.

　　"No!"

　　The gentle woman looked at the young man who seemed gentle and without a temper, reached out and pressed his hand, let his palm stroke her cheek, squinted her eyes and comfortably rubbed against that big hand, and said: "Do you remember the first time we met? I said I wanted to be your wife, and wanted you to marry me."

　　"You should be a heaven-supporting hero..."

　　"How could I let you suffer to the point where you can't even be yourself?"

　　She let go of his hand, hugged Zhurong's neck, and murmured: "Don't worry."

　　"I won't leave you."

　　"What a coward, hero..."

　　………………

　　In the distant place, one could see the figures of the enemies fighting Gonggong madly, and see the aftermath of their fight smashing the mountains. They saw that the man seemed to use some means, or pre-arranged arrangements, to cause the earth to crack and the earth veins to be annihilated. As a result, turbid qi was constantly rising from below, and endless enemies emerged.

　　Enemies had already rushed into the hinterland of the human race, and began to fight with the warriors of Xuanyuan Mound, Youxiong Tribe.

　　Ji Xuanyuan, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, roared: "Aze!"

　　"Okay!"

　　Bai Ze gritted his teeth and controlled the exotic beast chariot, and the five fierce beasts whose voices were like thunder turned around, but suddenly one of their legs softened, and coupled with the outbreak of injuries, they hissed and fell directly, and the high-speed moving Bai Ze and Ji Xuanyuan were directly thrown and smashed into the enemy ranks.

　　Bai Ze somersaulted and got up, smashing the earth in a violent way, smashing out hideous cracks.

　　"Pah, pah, pah!"

　　"Damn it, why did your legs go weak at this time?!"

　　He stared at the Liubo Mountain exotic beasts with red eyes, saw the injuries on their bodies, and finally could only curse fiercely: "When a hundred beasts encounter it, their courage and spirits are frightened, what's the use of this damn power, I'll have to divide this thing out sooner or later!"

　　"Ji Xuanyuan!"

　　He raised his head and saw that Ji Xuanyuan was still stopping a large number of enemies as if he was crazy when he was fighting on foot. The sword edge of the Xuanyuan Sword was roaring and roaring frantically, but immediately afterwards, the sky suddenly lowered, became dim and boundless, and a turbid qi materialized, which was difficult to see with the naked eye and could not be identified by divine sense, roared and appeared.

　　"Bai Ze, where are you?!"

　　Ji Xuanyuan roared.

　　A delay finally appeared on Bai Ze's face, as well as a trace of paleness and the helplessness of despair: "All of them!"

　　"All of them?"

　　"Yes... The entire sky, it's all of them."

　　Bai Ze gritted his teeth and pulled out the weapon that had pierced his body, and said: "Covering the sky, death everywhere... Damn it, did they shatter the entire earth vein of the Great Wilderness Kunlun? Damn it, the Great Wilderness and Kunlun are probably being deceived, or even blocked, otherwise they wouldn't be helpless in the face of [Turbidity]."

　　"Ji Xuanyuan, what are you going to do?!"

　　Bai Ze saw Ji Xuanyuan clenching the Xuanyuan Sword, and a special fluctuation emanated from his body. His face changed drastically.

　　Suddenly, a long chant came. The dark sky, which was turbid and oppressive, was no longer the enemy of the human race. Instead, the power of [Turbidity] itself suddenly roared, and hideous cracks appeared. Then, a warm light flowed out.

　　"This is... fire?!"

　　In the Zhurong Tribe, the woman with gentle eyebrows sat on the bed, quietly looking out the window, and saw the scene where the dim sky was pierced by the scorching flames. The child with a flame mark between his eyebrows woke up, and his mother hugged him, looking at the light that was born from the flames in the darkness.

　　"Do you see it?"

　　"That's your father, my husband."

　　The woman murmured: "My beloved is not just a literati who likes to play the Qin, not the gentleness that those people say is only around his wife. He is the most powerful, the most powerful hero in the world..." The child stared wide-eyed, watching the scorching, invincible flames that pierced through the darkness, as if burning all the light.

　　Looking deeply.

　　Then he felt the hand behind him loosen.

　　"Huh? Mother, mother..."

　　"What's wrong with you?"

　　"Are you sleepy?"

　　The child obediently curled up next to his mother and said:

　　"Then Changqin will be good and won't wake up mother, otherwise father will be angry when he comes back..."

　　The flames that pierced through the darkness, the endless black turbid qi scattered in the sky, and the majestic and domineering long chant, the dragon scales like the purest fire jade marrow, as large as mountains, as if a thousand miles of fire dragon hovered in the air, and the sound of the clothes fluttering seemed to announce the appearance of the most domineering power.

　　Green smoke and flames intertwined, and the fire light was more dazzling than the great sun.

　　The youth with his back to the Zhurong Tribe shook his sleeves, and the tears in the corners of his eyes turned into smoke. Surrounded by the flames, he seemed to be the unmatched god who held the annihilation in his hands, high-spirited:

　　"Yan Huang, Huozheng."

　　"Zhurong!"

　　'Hey! Are you called Zhurong?!'

　　'I want you to marry me!'