Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Feng Lin agreed. At present, judging from the colorful spiritual particles on Yinglong and Xiling Sheng, these two were definitely no match for him.

However, Feng Lin still held Yinglong in high regard as one of the ancestors of the Yanhuang people.

Of course, he could also guess that, compared to the Queen Mother of the West, someone like Yinglong would definitely stand on the side of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

Yinglong looked at the women beside Feng Lin, "These three people... can they be trusted?"

"Sure, actually all three of them are just accessories to me."

As soon as Feng Hua finished speaking, Ye You Rong transformed into a black coat, Feng Miao into a wooden bracelet, and the ashes turned into a black mass that entered Feng Lin's little fingertip.

Everyone present was shocked to see this scene. They never expected that Feng Lin would possess three divine artifacts.

As for Red Wolf, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

If it were just three artifact clans, it would be easy to understand. The key is that one of these three artifact clans is stronger than him.

There was another one who was a saint, and as for the other woman, she must be no ordinary person either.

A master of this level from the Divine Artifact Clan would actually be willing to become this Feng Lin's divine artifact? Are you kidding me?!
"Hahaha! That's terrifying. Everyone says that artifact-wielding beings are extremely rare, but I never expected you to have three of them."

Yinglong said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go to the mountain peak over there and have a chat."

As they spoke, Yinglong flew off into the distance first, followed closely by Xiling Sheng, with Feng Lin also trailing behind them.

The people around originally wanted to give chase, but Xiling Sheng, the previous god, was too famous.

They dared not, for fear of angering the youngest of the Old Gods.

After Yinglong arrived here, he sat on a rock.

Xi Ling Sheng then pointed at Feng Lin and said, "The three people on your body are not all members of the Divine Artifact Clan."

Feng Lin nodded with a smile, "That's right, but they're similar to the Divine Artifact Clan; they all fight for me."

Upon hearing this, Xi Ling Sheng sat down next to Ying Long and asked, "Little Mudskipper, are you sure you want to tell him?"

"Of course, no matter what, Feng Lin is a descendant of Yan and Huang, so it's perfectly acceptable to say that."

Yinglong smiled and glanced at Xiling Sheng.

"Senior, is there something you want to tell me?"

Feng Lin, with his hands in his pockets, looked at Ying Long and asked.

Do you know what a torrent is?

Yinglong asked with a smile.

"Isn't that obvious? Otherwise, why would I have come to the Otherworld?"

Feng Lin nodded.

"Do you know that there are races within the Flowing River? We call them the Flowing River Race."

Yinglong said, "What I want to talk about is this race."

"What happened to them?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin was filled with surprise, never expecting that Ying Long would know about the Benliu Clan.

"This is a long story, it goes back a long, long time. I'll put it simply: Do you know where your race comes from? What is your name?"

Yinglong looked at Fenglin and asked.

"Am I not a descendant of Yan and Huang? Of course, if we go further, I also have the blood of Suirenshi in my veins."

Feng Lin said to Ying Long.

“No, let me tell you. You are indeed a descendant of Yan and Huang, but what I’m asking about is the origin of your lineage, the ancestors of the two emperors Yan and Huang.” Yinglong looked at Feng Lin and said, “Let me tell you, it’s Fuxi, and your race is called the Xinghan Clan.”

"Xinghan?"

Feng Lin frowned.

"That's right, it's the Milky Way in the sky, which is also the countless bright stars in the night sky."

Yinglong explained, "The Xinghan people value passing things down from generation to generation. They like to record major events that happen in the world and then pass them on to their descendants, telling them what happened."

“You can say they were just trying to survive, or you can say other things, but the Xinghan people have never been broken off from beginning to end.”

Yinglong continued, "I'm not talking about Earth, I'm talking about the stars in the sky."

"Let me tell you."

Xi Ling Sheng looked at Feng Lin and said, “The universe of your world has countless planets, and the Divine Tree will often take root in a world randomly. As it takes root in a world, that world will evolve into a high-level civilization. If the Divine Tree dies, most of the civilization in that world will die.”

“I understand what you mean. What you're trying to say is that our race didn't originally come from Earth, but from other planets in the universe.”

Feng Lin leaned against a large tree and said.

"No, you still don't understand what I mean. The so-called Yanhuang are the native people, that is, life born on Earth, but Fuxi is not."

Yinglong explained, "Fuxi is known as the guide. He traveled from distant planets through dimensional rifts, searching for the planet where the divine tree was rooted, and finally found Earth."

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin pondered for a moment and said, "If, according to your logic, Yanhuang and Fuxi are not related by blood, then why do you say that we are descendants of the Xinghan Clan?"

"Because there is a force that can transcend bloodline, and that is inheritance—the inheritance of surnames, the inheritance of power, and the inheritance of culture."

Yinglong looked at Feng Lin and said, "Have you ever had this feeling? If you send your descendants to live in the tribes of other races, after just one generation, you will find that your descendants are very different from you, their relatives."

Feng Lin thought for a moment and nodded, "That's right."

He recalled that when he went abroad on a mission, he met some local Chinese people.

Most of them are people of their father's or grandfather's generation who moved abroad and were born there.

They speak foreign languages ​​and have foreign cultures, which eventually changes their appearance.

Even though they all have the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang, you can tell at a glance that they look different from you.

This is only one generation; given enough time, who knows how they'll change.

"You understand. Senior Fuxi selected a group of humans born from the divine tree to teach them the knowledge and culture of the Star Han race. However, it will take time to completely enlighten a new group of life from scratch."

Yinglong waved his hand gently at this point, "Alright, that's about it for now. Next, I'll get to the important part. According to the history brought by Fuxi, the descendants of Yan and Huang know that they will face calamities, which will occur roughly every five thousand years."

"It's the sacred tree, right?"

Feng Lin asked.

"No."

Yinglong shook his head. "The divine tree absorbs life, but it will not wipe out the race. The calamity that Fuxi spoke of is the Benliu race!"

"The Torrent Clan?"

Feng Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

“That’s right. According to the history he mentioned, the Star Han race has continued for a very long time. People live in different worlds. Although there are wars, the overall trend is upward. Almost every time, they were wiped out by the Torrent race.”

Yinglong explained, "But there have been exceptions in recent times."

"Is it because the world was connected by Suirenshi?"

Feng Lin asked with a smile. (End of Chapter)