The Inheritance of Emperor Fuxi!
As Zhou Yan transformed into a beam of light, he directly entered the inheritance space.
[You have entered the inheritance space and become a tribesman of the Feng Clan tribe...]
Ga...
That's it?
How do I complete the inheritance?
How do I undergo the trial, why isn't anything explained clearly?
Can I even properly receive the inheritance like this?
Alas! There's no other way, I'll just have to take it one step at a time.
Without any prompts, it was like being hit with a royal flush right at the start.
Except it was him who was hit.
He looked at himself... Holy crap!
He had somehow become a primitive man!
His clothes were long gone, replaced by animal skins. All he wore was a piece of hide covering his vital parts.
His physique had also become much more robust, especially in a certain area.
He discovered he possessed immense strength, but he couldn't contact his Lord's Heart anymore. All his equipment and skills were unusable.
Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it.
He looked ahead, a vast wilderness, yet the spiritual energy was exceptionally dense.
He walked around casually and arrived at a cliff. There, he saw a man, also clad in animal skins, coiled up. The crucial point was that the lower half of the man's body was that of a snake.
"Ga... could this be Fuxi?"
Zhou Yan cautiously approached and asked, "Hello, is your name Fuxi?"
The man turned around. He had a handsome face and exuded an aura of great wisdom.
"Oh, which tribe are you from? What do you wish to ask me?" Fuxi asked with a smile.
"It really is Fuxi!"
Zhou Yan's heart was filled with mixed emotions, immensely excited. This was the progenitor of humanity! To be able to communicate face-to-face with such a monumental figure was incredibly gratifying.
He had heard it said that Fuxi was a person of immense wisdom, often sought by many for his counsel. Fuxi had likely mistaken him for someone coming to ask him questions.
Zhou Yan sat down and said, "I'm not here to ask you questions. Seeing you sitting here, you seem to be pondering something. Could you tell me what it is? Perhaps I can help you?"
This space was inherently for Fuxi's inheritance. Only by interacting with him could the trial be completed.
This was his only option for now.
"Oh."
Fuxi was indeed surprised. This was the first time he had heard such words.
"What is your name?" Fuxi observed Zhou Yan closely.
"My name is Zhou Yan, and I'm also from the Fufeng Tribe. Are you looking at this world?" Zhou Yan spoke proactively.
"The world?" Fuxi heard this and asked, "How do you see this world?"
Zhou Yan pondered for a moment and replied, "The world can be divided into many kinds, depending on which kind you are asking about."
"Isn't there only one world? How can there be several kinds?" Fuxi was genuinely perplexed by Zhou Yan's words.
Zhou Yan smiled and answered, "The place we stand on is the earth, and what's above is the sky. But the myriad things in the world are not limited to the 'world' we see before us. Every person, every animal, every tree, every flower, is a world in itself. As the saying goes, 'A flower is a world, a blade of grass is enlightenment.' Anything can be called a world."
Zhou Yan's words were like opening a door to a new world for Fuxi. He seemed to suddenly understand many perplexing questions. He closed his eyes and remained so for a long time without opening them.
Zhou Yan: "(￣(エ)￣)???"
Did I say something wrong?
As a descendant of later generations, he stood on the shoulders of giants. His understanding of the world was naturally beyond that of ancient people.
But these things, did they not start with them?
However!
Without their foundational cultural groundwork, how could there be the prosperity of later generations?
After a long while, just as Zhou Yan thought Fuxi had fallen asleep, a golden light erupted from his body. The powerful energy sent Zhou Yan flying dozens of meters away, landing him sprawled on his back.
His head had somehow burrowed into a hole dug by some groundhog.
Zhou Yan was speechless. Was this what they called being hit while lying down?
Soon, a force grabbed his feet and pulled his head out of the hole.
"My apologies, I didn't quite control my power." Fuxi apologized profusely.
"It's fine, it's fine. I'm glad I could help you."
Zhou Yan spat out the dirt from his mouth.
Is this what eating dirt feels like?
"Thank you very much. You know so many things!" Fuxi praised him happily.
Zhou Yan thought to himself, if you were born in the future, you would be light-years ahead of me.
"Brother!"
At this moment, a pleasant voice was heard. Zhou Yan looked and saw an exquisitely beautiful woman, also with the head of a human and the body of a snake. She was also clad in animal skins, but her stunning beauty surpassed even that of Diao Chan.
"Allow me to introduce my wife, Nuwa," Fuxi said.
"Hello, Sister Nuwa," Zhou Yan quickly greeted her.
Nuwa, another legendary figure. He wondered if her tale of creating humans from clay was true.
She was truly beautiful, as pure and sacred as a fairy.
Nuwa smiled at Zhou Yan and then said, "We're running low on food in the tribe. The chief is summoning everyone to go hunting."
"Alright," Fuxi replied.
"I'll go too," Zhou Yan said.
They arrived at the tribe together.
The tribe was still very primitive. The houses were simple thatched huts, only capable of sheltering them from wind and rain.
Although no one in the entire tribe recognized him, they all treated him as a member of the tribe, as if he had always been part of the Feng Clan tribe.
He observed Fuxi and Nuwa, and also observed the tribe. Although Fuxi possessed great wisdom, he hadn't yet begun to distinguish himself; many things had yet to be discovered by him.
He noticed that the people in the tribe, limited by the era, did not know much.
Most of them were simple-minded and strong, not prone to deep thought, let alone anything else.
There were still a few individuals in the tribe, like Fuxi, who possessed considerable wisdom. They were the leaders of the tribe.
It wasn't just Fuxi and Nuwa in the tribe who had human heads and snake bodies; many others did too, which made him curious.
The chief gathered the strong young men, arming them with simple wooden implements tipped with stone spearheads, and began to head into the mountains for a hunt.
Their food source was very limited; it was solely hunting.
The chief was advanced in age and had entrusted all the hunting matters to Fuxi. Then, a group of people began to prepare.
After bidding farewell to Nuwa, Fuxi, carrying his weapon, walked to Zhou Yan's side and said, "Stay close to me."
"Understood."
Zhou Yan replied.
Perhaps, only by following him all the way and witnessing Fuxi's growth could he complete this trial.
In the ancient tribes, there was no shortage of primeval forests and all sorts of fierce beasts.
Under the guidance of experienced individuals, they soon entered the forest.
Everyone in the tribe was very strong. Zhou Yan finally realized that he was the weakest among them. He had been so proud of his robust physique earlier.
Only now did he realize he was a clown.
Primitive humans had only simple weapons, not even straw sandals. Although Zhou Yan wished to use his foreknowledge to make this tribe strong, he felt that this trial was not about him doing such things here.
He shouldn't lose sight of the main objective.
He should stay with Fuxi and focus on completing the trial as the correct choice.