Chapter 1 Roaming Tribe

Beneath a mountain range of red rock wandered a tribe. This tribe had no land of its own, relying solely on its warriors for protection, drifting from place to place in this dangerous and savage era.

A tall, stern old man stood at the tribe's entrance.

First, he scanned the road ahead with eyes like a hawk. Only when he spotted a familiar face did a hint of relief appear. Then, he noticed that the familiar child was wearing a rather luxurious green robe.

The old man's expression shifted slightly, and he hurried forward.

"Shuigouzi, where have you been?!"

"What's with this outfit?"

Startled, the child saw the old man and said, "Ah, Elder..." The old man, with eyes like a hawk, pulled him forcefully into a secluded spot, his grip making the child's arm ache. The old man turned and stared at him, demanding, "Where did you get that outfit? Where have you been?!"

"I... I went out to gather herbs and encountered a demonic beast..."

The child recounted the general events.

"A goddess's celestial fate?!"

The old man's expression changed drastically. Without explaining, he dragged the child into a house, forcibly removed the green robe, and made him change back into his tattered gray clothes. The old man placed his hands on the child's shoulders, saying solemnly, "You must not speak of today's events to anyone, understand?"

"Ah... Why..."

The child was taken aback, seeing the usually stern elder so serious.

He could only nod.

The old man reached out and touched the child's hair, saying, "...Just know that if word of you meeting the goddess spreads in the tribe, it won't be a good thing." The old man's eyes were sorrowful, his expression blank.

Unbeknownst to the child, the chieftain of his tribe had secretly decided to join forces with other tribes to launch an attack against the Tushan Tribe in the near future.

There was going to be a great battle, wasn't there?

At this time, if the chieftain and the others learned that the child had met a goddess,

given the chieftain's mindset, he would definitely try every means to extract the benefits of the goddess's celestial fate from this child. In that case, the tribe might not just be annexed by Tushan; perhaps no one would survive in the end.

"From now on, you don't need to train your body with your peers."

The old man suddenly said something that stunned the child.

"Wh-Why?!"

Because you encountered the goddess's celestial fate, because if you cultivate, even a child has to go to the battlefield, and grasping a sword and stepping onto the battlefield means an unknown death. And even if you survive the battlefield, in this era, prisoners of war who have killed are doomed.

Because if you die, the goddess who is fated to be with you might come into the world to kill and avenge you.

Because he wanted you to live, and allow more children to live.

The old man told the biggest lie of his life: "Because you simply don't have the talent for cultivation."

"You can't cultivate in this lifetime, and you'll only waste the tribe's spiritual materials."

"So, I'll take you as an apprentice. You will follow me, follow us old folks, and learn a craft. Become a potter who doesn't have to go to the battlefield."/

This way, even if the tribe is defeated by the Tushan Tribe, you can survive.

You'll be able to easily gain a good position and treatment in other tribes.

The old man stood up unsteadily, looking at this child, whose talent might not be the best, but who could certainly grow into a qualified tribal warrior, and asked, "Did that goddess do anything else?"

The child replied, "She gave me a name, Yuan."

"Then you must forget this matter too!"

"But..."

"This name, I gave it to you!"

The child opened his mouth, nodded, and turned around. The old man suddenly reached out, placing his right hand directly on the child's forehead. The old man, who had once swallowed the blood essence of a soul-type demonic beast, used his own methods to forcibly seal away the child's memories of today, one by one.

And so, the smiling face of the girl in the green robe gradually disappeared from his heart.

The clothes of the Leizu Tribe, the memory of setting up a stall.

The smile that blossomed like a flower under the setting sun.

All gone.

"I'm sorry... child."

The eyes of the weathered old man also held sorrow, numbness, and a glimmer of light.

"For insignificant beings like us..."

"Contacting a god is not an opportunity, but a reason to be exploited by others."

"It's a way to die."

The child slept in bed all night. When he woke up, the tribe's proud potters had gained another apprentice. A few days later, the chieftain, a man in his thirties with bright eyes, came here and saw the exquisite pottery made by the tribe's craftsmen.

"Good... Take a batch of the finest pottery."

"The Xiong Tribe has a young hero coming of age. This time, there happens to be a grand trade fair held there once every ten years. Our tribe's biggest source of income throughout the generations has been this event." The chieftain's reason was perfectly normal, and no one found anything wrong with it. Only the old man knew that they planned to secretly contact the chieftains of the other tribes during this event.

His own strength was too weak, and the tribe had been kind to him. He couldn't leave.

He could only try to find a way to let the children survive.

The elder nodded blankly and looked back at his pottery apprentices. Most of them had already mastered some pottery skills, except for this newly initiated child, who had only been learning for a short time and wasn't considered to have even entered the field. He said, "A'Yuan, you come with me."

"I'll teach you some more things on the road."

"Ah, okay, Elder!"

The chieftain looked curiously at the child and asked, "When did you get another apprentice, Elder?"

"I remember, this child has good bones and is a good seedling for a warrior."

"Suitable for going to the front lines, charging into battle!"

He reached out and placed his hand on the child's shoulder, his eyes gleaming. The elder said expressionlessly, "This child is no good. His meridians are blocked, and the speed and efficiency of absorbing medicinal power is too slow. It's better for him to learn to be a potter, which can also save some spiritual materials for the tribe."

The chieftain looked deeply at the elder, and finally said, "It seems that the Elder thinks highly of this child."

"That's good..."

"He doesn't need to go to the front lines."

"Hahahaha, I'll take it as me giving you an explanation, Elder. Hurry up and pack your things, we'll be setting off tomorrow. The huge Xiong Tribe's royal city is too far away from our remote place, and it will take too long to get there."

The chieftain laughed loudly and left.

And this tribe, famous for its pottery, packed up their things, prepared their swords, and prepared the finest pottery from the tribe over the years, and then embarked on the road to the Xiong Tribe.

………………

"Cough cough, ptui, ptui, ptui!"

"What the hell is this place? What's going on? Damn it, scared me to death."

A scholar in white robes with a carefree demeanor ran out of a mountain with a pale face, his curly hair all blown up. Behind him, a vast Tuishan Beast raised its head and roared, striding forward, about to shake the mountains, disperse the clouds, and make the birds flap their wings and flee.

The scholar held a jade book in his arms.

"This... this book is really evil."

"It can even cause such a big commotion. It's outrageous."

"Cangjie, and that dead white-haired Taoist back then, what exactly did they leave behind?" He looked at the sealed jade book in his arms. Although his curiosity was scratching at his heart, he still resisted and kept the promise he made with Cangjie, not opening the jade book to take a look.

"However, it seems that it can't be hidden here."

"If it's hidden any longer, I'm afraid there will be problems... This is only three hundred years, and a Tuishan Beast has been bred within this core area of the human race. In a few thousand years, creating an enlightened demon god wouldn't be a problem. Damn it... hide it further away."

Bai Ze sat cross-legged on the ground, scratching his head, and took out a talisman with writing on it.

[To the Western Queen of Kunlun—]

[The human race of the Xiong Tribe has great luck. Gun's failed conquest of Gonggong resulted in his execution. Si Wenming was born. When he was born, I went there. The look between his eyebrows vaguely reminds me of Xuanyuan, so I gave him the name Wenming, hoping to suppress the rashness in his fate...]

The weary but unrestrained scholar took a sip of wine and crossed out the words "rashness."

Scratching his head, he rewrote a sentence [Martial Luck Qi].

Well, low EQ, the legacy of a rash person.

High EQ, the Martial Luck Qi is vast and soars to the sky.

[Today he has come of age. According to the agreement between Xuanyuan and Kunlun back then, I hereby request Kunlun to teach him martial arts.]

After writing the final words, the scholar took out a seal from his arms. It had Bai Ze's true form on it. He breathed on it, pressed it down, frowned, spat on it, wiped it with his dirty clothes, and then pressed it down heavily, leaving a four-character seal—

[Ming Zhao You Yuan]!

With a casual toss, the thing flew up and went straight towards Kunlun.

The scholar then took out another seal and rewrote a letter.

[There are many strange things about Gonggong and Emperor Shun. I will come here to investigate secretly.]

[How is your investigation of the Fire God Zhurong, and please tell me.]

The signature was [Ming Zhao You Yuan].

And the existence he was communicating with was named [Ge Yuan Dong Jian].

Finally, he looked at the jade book in his arms, ruffled his curly hair, gritted his teeth, and sighed, "I can't just leave this thing here. Forget it, forget it, I'll just carry it to the heart of the human race. Anyway, it's useless to bury it here."

With a flick of his sleeve, the scholar's curly hair was scattered, and he had dragon horns on his forehead, handsome and lazy.

"Ming Zhao You Yuan, sees the affairs of gods and demons."

He slowly arrived in the heart of the human race.

Because of past lessons, because of the tragedy of Xuanyuan Hill back then, Xuanyuan Hill after Zhuanxu became extremely strict. A soldier said seriously, "Um, please wait a moment, we'll verify your identity."

"Uh... the number one storyteller of the Three Realms and Eight Desolations?"

The guard was stunned.

Bai Ze nodded, looking lazily at the human race's royal city in front of him. He hadn't returned to the human race's territory for hundreds of years, and he suddenly felt like he was dreaming. He reached out to take the wine pot, and seemed to be lost in thought because of the churning emotions in his heart. He accidentally touched the package in his arms.

With a crash, the jade book fell directly to the ground.

He didn't care at first, because this thing was very sturdy. Not to mention falling, even if a Tuishan Beast danced on it, it wouldn't be crushed. But in the next moment, the jade book suddenly lit up with a dazzling and boundless stream of light. Bai Ze's movements froze, his pupils contracted, and he saw the words [Yu Xu] almost exploding violently on the silent jade book, and then the brilliant stream of light shot into the sky.

Then the fairy cranes cried, and the clouds within a thousand miles, or even thousands of miles, exploded and swirled around.

Yellow auspicious clouds rolled down and pressed down.

Noisy and magnificent, continuous and melodious, it seemed to faintly have the aura of boundless and unrivaled grandeur. And almost at the same time, on the distant Great Wilderness, the stars in the sky rose and fell, clearly visible even in the daytime. Auspicious clouds flowed, and the stars rose and fell, faintly maintaining some kind of balance, or a magnificent atmosphere of tit-for-tat confrontation.

Silent and vast.

Bai Ze's pupils contracted, as if he saw Di Jun, his hair tied up with gold silk, lowering his eyes behind the starlight, and saw the flow of all things.

There was a vast whisper asking plainly: "The bamboo forest is still there."

"Where does Yu Xu belong?"

The bamboo forest where you and I once fought against each other is still there, but where are you, Yu Xu? Vast whispers, regretful sighs.

!!!

Bai Ze's scalp went numb, and the wine pot in his hand fell directly to the ground.

The world was silent.

And in another gate.

The dusty little potter just happened to step into this city.

His eyes were clear and peaceful.

It seemed that because everyone else was stunned, he subconsciously looked at his simple clothes.

It seemed, it seemed like there was no problem...

They were washed very clean, and the clothes were mended.

He thought a little embarrassedly.

Then he paused slightly.

Subconsciously, he raised his head, turned his head, and looked in the direction where the stars and clouds were swirling and intertwined.