The Fuxi Road of the Heavens Beginning from the Immortal Realm

Chapter 259 The Assistance of the Demon Clan and the Luo Cult
humane?

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at the gun-wielding girl in front of him with surprise.

The young woman possessed a fiery spirit, with a hint of aloofness between her brows. She looked solemnly at Feng Yi, awaiting his answer.

In Feng Yi's perception, the girl at this moment did not seem like a fox demon, but rather like a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens, or perhaps a female emperor reigning over the world.

Demon Saint?

As this thought arose in his mind, looking at the girl in front of him whose temperament had changed drastically, Feng Yi's eyes revealed a hint of understanding. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he said, "It is the way of all living beings."

The word "humanity" can be either very big or very small!
On a smaller scale, it can refer only to the path of humanity; on a larger scale, it encompasses all sentient beings in the myriad realms, whether they are immortals, demons, gods, or monsters, all of whom can be categorized as belonging to the path of humanity.

In a sense, humanity is the way of civilization; it is the collection of all intelligent life's exploration of the unknown, contemplation of the Great Dao, and understanding of Heaven and Earth.

Therefore, the so-called Human Emperor can refer to either the emperor of the human race or the emperor of all spirits.

There is even a great deal of overlap in the status and authority between the Human Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor, and they can even exchange positions. The key is still who has the bigger fist.

The Human Emperor, with his mighty fist, is naturally able to rule the heavens through human principles; the Human Emperor is the Heavenly Emperor.

If the Heavenly Emperor has the greater power, then the Human Emperor can only obediently submit to the Heavenly Emperor.

Feng Yi wants to rule the heavens with the way of humanity and become the sole emperor of all the heavens and myriad realms. In order to ascend to the other shore, he must be inclusive and incorporate all the so-called ways of demons, gods, and monsters into the way of humanity.

Of course, the final right to interpret the humanitarian interpretation rests with him.

"Oh?"

The girl with the gun shifted her gaze slightly, giving Feng Yi a deep look. Her tone held a hint of mystery as she said, "I really didn't expect to hear this answer from you, the Human Emperor?"

A faint smile appeared on Feng Yi's face, but he did not answer the question.

Different experiences will naturally lead to different understandings of the path to becoming a human emperor.

The human emperor of this realm grew up in an era when demons wreaked havoc on the land. During his growth, he witnessed too many scenes of demons and monsters indiscriminately slaughtering and feeding on humans, and he harbored an indelible hatred for demons and monsters in his heart.

Even as he gradually ascended to the other side and transcended the river of time and space, this understanding never changed.

For this reason, the path of the Human Emperor in this realm is unique to the human race, aiming to pave a path for the human race to last for thousands of years and establish a pure human paradise.

However, because the Human Emperor's path was too pure, it could not accommodate the other races, including the demon race. In the end, even the Demon Emperor, who helped him reach the other shore, had to abandon him.

Because the Demon Emperor is not only the ancestor of humans, but also the emperor of demons, both races are related to His future path to enlightenment, and He cannot give up either side.

However, the situation Feng Yi is facing now is completely different from that of the ancient emperor.

In the late ancient times, demons wreaked havoc on the land, and the human race lived in constant fear.

In this era, humanity is no longer in a precarious existence; on the contrary, it occupies a dominant position throughout all the myriad realms.

For Feng Yi, his Dao would no longer be limited to the human race, but would encompass all living beings within his Dao.

He even hoped to see a day when there would be only one path in all the heavens and myriad worlds, and that would be the human path that belonged only to him.

The girl with the gun glanced at Feng Yi, her eyes shifting slightly. Suddenly, she spoke, "Human Emperor, as long as you keep your word, our demon race is willing to do everything in our power to help you regain your throne."

Upon hearing the girl's words, Feng Yi's gaze deepened, and he asked in a cryptic tone, "What are the conditions?"

A cold glint appeared in the gun-wielding girl's eyes as she said in a chilling voice, "All I need is for the Human Emperor to promise that after he attains enlightenment, he will help me suppress a powerful enemy."

'A formidable enemy.'

'It's that simple.'

After glancing at the girl with the gun and sensing the change in her aura, Feng Yi felt a sense of understanding.

Is it the Demon Buddha?
Thinking of this, Feng Yi nodded and said, "No problem."

"it is good."

After speaking, the girl with the gun took a step back and stopped talking, seemingly unconcerned that Feng Yi might go back on his word.

Feng Yi glanced at her in surprise, a strange feeling suddenly rising in his heart.

It was as if this last condition was just an add-on; as long as one's path of humanity was confirmed, the other party would agree to help regardless of how one answered the last question.

Was it due to the Demon Emperor's instructions?

As this thought arose in his mind, Feng Yi slightly raised his head, seemingly traversing endless time and space to see a pair of unfathomable eyes.

Demon King?

'Is your hope that through my actions, the demon and human races can coexist harmoniously, thereby perfecting your own path of reduction and emptiness?'

As thoughts surfaced in his mind, countless hexagrams swirled in Feng Yi's eyes, reflecting different tributaries of the future, yet there was no trace of the Demon Emperor.

'Oh well, at least it's a good thing for me for now!'

After a long while, suppressing his thoughts, Feng Yi turned his gaze to another girl.

The young woman, dressed in a white dress, was ethereal and holy. Her hands, as white as jade, held a plain-colored cloud banner that was surrounded by mist, carrying a sense of holiness. She was none other than Gu Xiaosang, the Holy Maiden of the Luo Cult, one of the Nine Paths of Evil.

While Feng Yi was talking to the Demon Saint, Gu Xiaosang simply stood quietly in place, like a clay statue.

Noticing Feng Yi's gaze, the girl's aura changed, as if she had transformed from a deity into a living being, and she said softly, "Greetings, Your Highness Prince Jin!"

"I've seen the saint!"

Feng Yi nodded slightly: "I wonder what brings the Holy Maiden here to see me this time?"

Gu Xiaosang glanced at the girl with the gun beside her and said with a smile, "Like this fellow Daoist, our Luo Sect is also willing to help Your Highness ascend to the throne of the Human Emperor."

"Oh?"

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow and asked the same question: "What are the conditions?"

"No conditions."

Gu Xiaosang stroked the plain-colored cloud-shaped banner in her hand, her eyes lowered, and chuckled softly, "In fact, Your Highness should know this very well."

'We know perfectly well what's going on.'

Feng Yi gave Gu Xiaosang a deep look, and a vague understanding arose in his heart.

'Is the Golden Emperor truly obligated to repay the debt of enlightenment that originally belonged to the Human Emperor, and assist my current Human Emperor body in ascending to the other shore, thus completely resolving this karmic debt?'

Thinking about this, Feng Yi felt more and more that this cause and effect was not just about the grace of the Human Emperor's attainment of enlightenment.

'Golden Emperor'

Feng Yi looked at Gu Xiaosang again and found that she was just smiling at him, as if waiting for his answer.

Just then, the gun-wielding girl who had been standing quietly to the side suddenly sneered: "Heh, I never thought that a cult like the Luo Cult, which is known for its rebellion and subversion, would actually choose to support a human emperor!"

Gu Xiaosang turned her gaze and looked at the girl with the gun with a charming smile: "Compared to our Luo Sect, it's even more unbelievable that your demon race supports a human emperor!"

"you"

The girl with the gun had a glint of fire in her eyes. She glanced at the plain-colored cloud banner in Gu Xiaosang's hand, then looked away without saying anything more.

Gu Xiaosang looked at Feng Yi again and said with a light smile, "As the future Human Emperor, Your Highness shouldn't care about our Luo Sect's demonic identity, right?"

"Of course not."

Feng Yi shook his head. His humanity could tolerate even the way of demons, so naturally he wouldn't be unable to tolerate the way of evil.

In any case, everything in the future will have to be done according to his rules.

Just thinking about the two forces supporting him, Feng Yi suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

It's really strange that the supporters of this human emperor are either demons or the demonic sects.

If this were exposed, the entire righteous path in the real world would probably categorize him as evil and call for his execution.
Thinking of this, Feng Yi looked at Wang Siyuan beside him.

Noticing Feng Yi's gaze, Wang Siyuan kept his eyes down, seemingly lost in thought, and offered no opinion whatsoever.

After arriving here, Wang Siyuan realized that neither of the two young women in front of him was someone he could afford to offend, and that he should remember the Wang family's ancestral teachings.

As for the distinction between good and evil, this nearly insane sorcerer naturally didn't care.

'Forget it, let's get the Emperor's Sword first!'

Thinking this, Feng Yi turned his gaze, lingering on the Phoenix Wing Black Gold Spear for a moment, and a plan immediately formed in his mind. 'Brother Sword, your old rival has appeared; aren't you going to show yourself?'

'As the Emperor's Sword, you can't back down!'

With these thoughts racing through his mind, Feng Yi looked at the Ancient Path of the Human Emperor ahead and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, since you are both willing to help me achieve the position of Human Emperor, come with me to see the legendary Human Emperor Sword!"

As he spoke, Feng Yi led Wang Siyuan to the ancient road.

Gu Xiaosang exchanged a glance with the girl with the gun and followed in their footsteps.

The ancient path was just wide enough for two people to walk side by side, with lampstands on both sides burning with a soft flame that seemed to never go out.

Wang Siyuan looked at the ancient path of the Human Emperor with curiosity, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He encountered something he couldn't see clearly again.

"After passing this ancient path of the Human Emperor, there is the Sword Forging Platform, which is also the birthplace of the Human Emperor Sword."

"The Human Emperor Sword is different from other peerless divine weapons. It was not powerful when it was first created, but in the process of sweeping across the heavens with the Human Emperor, it grew and transformed step by step as it was baptized by the blood of many immortals, gods and demons who fell under its sword, and as it was honed by the beliefs of generations of human ancestors. In the end, it ascended to the pinnacle with the Human Emperor and became one of the most powerful peerless divine weapons in the world, and also became a treasure of humanity."

As he spoke, Feng Yi's internal energy shifted slightly, and wisps of brilliant human radiance surrounded him, containing the shadows of all living beings. With a touch of majesty, he stepped into the ancient path.

'Human Emperor Sword, Human Emperor Ancient Path'

A look of realization dawned on Wang Siyuan's eyes as he stepped into the Ancient Path of the Human Emperor.

Buzz

The moment he entered the ancient road, a series of resounding and unyielding voices echoed in Wang Siyuan's ears, followed by a series of ancient scenes depicting the sages of the human race overcoming obstacles and creating human civilization.

These paintings resembled ancient sacred mountains, incredibly heavy, causing Wang Siyuan's bones and muscles to creak and making him feel as if he were about to vomit blood.

But the next moment, the light of humanity enveloped all around, and the pressure on Wang Siyuan melted away like ice and snow, disappearing as if it had never existed.

Looking at the figure beside him, surrounded by the radiance of humanity, a look of understanding appeared in Wang Siyuan's eyes.

Is it necessary to cultivate humanistic techniques to truly pass through this ancient path of the Human Emperor?
Before the thought had fully settled in his mind, seeing the two girls behind him and sensing the aura emanating from the divine weapons in their hands, Wang Siyuan gained another understanding.

If protected by a treasure of the same level as the Human Emperor Sword, one should be able to pass through this passage!

The deeper you go into the Ancient Path of the Human Emperor, the greater the pressure from all sides.

However, Feng Yi, possessing the status of a Human Emperor and cultivating humanistic techniques, was not only unaffected but also felt like a fish in water. The other two, with peerless guardians of the same level, did not feel much pressure either.

The group continued walking along the passageway without stopping.

After a while, a wisp of green wood germination and a radiant sun remained on the left side of the ancient road, the two inseparable and forming a whole.

"This is the residual energy of Lord Dongyang."

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar aura, Feng Yi's eyes flickered slightly. He offered a brief explanation but did nothing more, continuing to walk forward.

'Lord Dongyang?'

A thoughtful look appeared in Wang Siyuan's eyes. He seemed to be a Dharma Body expert from the Middle Ages, whose strength was not particularly outstanding at the time.

Has he also been to the Ancient Road of the Human Emperor?

With these thoughts racing through his mind, Wang Siyuan glanced at the lingering aura and quickly followed the figure ahead.

After the two of them passed by, Gu Xiaosang took a deep look at the figure in front of her as she passed by this aura, a strange smile appearing in her eyes, but she did not do anything more.

After everyone left, a long river of time and space suddenly flowed around this aura, as if we had instantly returned to a certain point in the past, where the past and future overlapped.

The next moment, countless images flowed by, and this aura constantly changed, directly transforming into a real figure, which was none other than the Eastern Sun Divine Lord who had come to this place in the past timeline.

At this moment, he stood there dumbfounded, countless thoughts swirling in his eyes, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"I see."

"I'm."

A soft sigh rang out, and before the words had even finished, the figure transformed into a mark connecting the past and the future, merging into the river of time and disappearing without a trace.

The past timeline changed accordingly, but Dongyang Shenjun was just an ordinary dharma body and did not have much impact on the history of the real world. Other dharma bodies appeared to maintain the historical process and did not cause too many waves.

The place has returned to peace.

While walking along the Ancient Path of the Human Emperor, Feng Yi suddenly groaned, his breathing momentarily disordered, but he quickly calmed down.

Wang Siyuan glanced at him, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Backlash from the power of spacetime?

Gu Xiaosang and the girl with the gun both looked at Feng Yi.

However, the two seemed to have sensed it all along, and their expressions did not change much.

Feng Yi didn't pay attention to the changes in himself and continued walking forward.

In the following time, the group encountered many different residual auras, all of which were famous figures from the Middle Ages, including the ancient saints, the Five Dynasties Mystic Maiden, and even an ancestor from the Middle Ages, Wang Siyuan, who was a number of saints.

These auras, depending on their strength, remained in different places.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a heavy stone gate appeared before them. Behind the gate was an endless sea of ​​fire, within which a sword-forging platform was faintly visible.

Crackling purple lightning swirled around the door, and the raw, powerful essence of the sword technique assaulted the senses, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

"Overlord?"

A thoughtful look appeared in Wang Siyuan's eyes as he recalled the ancient powerhouses recorded in the classics and matched them with a certain figure.

"Indeed, he is the only overlord in the Middle Ages who proved his legend."

Feng Yi nodded, but instead of looking at the purple lightning, he looked at a phantom next to it.

He was a monk dressed in a gray robe, his body gleaming with a glassy luster, exuding a pure and solemn sense of liberation.

'This is? ’

The moment Wang Siyuan saw the monk, his heart trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes suddenly became unusually bright.

"Ananda!"

Just then, a chilling voice, as if from the deepest hell, rang out, followed by a terrifying flame that could incinerate heaven and earth, like a phoenix spreading its wings and landing directly on the phantom.

Without a sound, the illusory figure vanished into nothingness, its last trace of life completely incinerated, leaving not a trace behind.

Wang Siyuan looked at the gun-wielding girl beside him with some surprise, countless thoughts churning in his mind.

"That monk just now was Ananda, a disciple of the Buddha and a great Arhat."

'Ananda. Ananda, is it possible?'

A hint of surprise also appeared in Feng Yi's eyes.

The Demon Saint seems completely unconcerned about his true identity being exposed?

Having silently memorized this information, Feng Yi did not continue forward but instead closed his eyes.

As the power of the Demon Saint Spear was activated, Feng Yi's mind vaguely connected with a vast and boundless consciousness, and he felt an extremely strong fighting spirit eager to try.

The Emperor's Sword!
As expected, with the reappearance of its old rival, the Human Emperor Sword will no longer remain silent.

With this thought in mind, Feng Yi's mind completely immersed itself in his body, fully activating the Human Emperor's position within him, and communicating with this vast consciousness that was as magnificent as a galaxy.

Clang!
After an unknown amount of time, a deep, resonant sword cry suddenly rang out, and the entire Human Emperor Ancient Road fell silent, as if everything had come to a standstill.

As Wang Siyuan pondered the matter of Ananda, his heart trembled, and a series of powerful shouts suddenly rang in his mind.

That was an indomitable cry, a passionate cry, a cry to fight for a way out for humanity.
Wang Siyuan suddenly felt a surge of excitement, as if he had returned to the end of ancient times, forging long swords to protect the human race, cutting through thorns, slaying demons, and paving a path for the human race to last for eternity.

Is the Human Emperor's Sword really here?

The thought had just crossed Wang Siyuan's mind when Feng Yi suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and directly into the flames in front of him, grabbing something from them.

Human Emperor's Sword?
Wang Siyuan glanced at it subconsciously, but after seeing the shape of the object, he was taken aback.

It didn't resemble the Emperor's Sword; it was just a thin strip of scrap iron covered in bumps, more like some kind of discarded material.

Is this the Emperor's Sword?
(End of this chapter)