Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

"It's a deal!"

Xuan Cang responded, his voice strong and clear, echoing in everyone's ears. He didn't look at Li Shan and the others again, turning around and returning to the tribe, leaving behind countless gazes filled with various thoughts.

The news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching the shores of the East China Sea and even further afield. The future human emperor's master had been accused of being a spy for the demon race, and would be publicly confronted in three days! This earth-shattering event instantly ignited a fire in the hearts of everyone who knew the truth. Regardless of distance or kinship, countless tribal leaders, elders, and even curious ordinary tribespeople began converging on the Fengyan tribe. In just three days, the outskirts of the Fengyan tribe were teeming with people, the atmosphere heavy yet bustling, all eyes focused on that seemingly ordinary valley and the tribe's center.

During this time, the Fengyan tribe remained unusually calm. Although Shaodian and the others were anxious, seeing Xuan Cang's calm and composed demeanor, and Qing Xuanzi's composure despite not showing himself, which seemed to indicate that he had everything under control, they forced themselves to calm down and began to prepare for the confrontation in an orderly manner, while secretly strengthening their defenses.

Meanwhile, in that dark swamp cave...

"My lord, everything is going smoothly!" the triangular-eyed cultivator reported excitedly. "The human race has indeed fallen for the trap and wants a public confrontation. Now that countless humans have gathered in Fengyan, it's the perfect opportunity for us to continue spreading rumors and ruin the Emperor's reputation! As long as we publicly expose Qing Xuanzi as a demon, Xuan Cang's prestige will surely be destroyed, and internal strife will break out among the human race! We'll have our chance!"

The black-robed figure let out a strange, mocking laugh: "Good! Good! I'll see how that charlatan Qing Xuanzi clears his name of the demon spy's name in front of everyone! Three days from now will be my time to reap the rewards! Send the order down to those fools, Hei Chi and Ze Bu, to put on a good show! Also, my demonic artifact needs fresh souls to refine it, and with so many people gathered here, it's perfect..."

However, before he finished speaking, the few eerie green ghost flames inside the cave suddenly began to flicker, as if blown by an invisible wind.

"Who goes there?!" The black-robed figure suddenly became alert, his body erupting with a chilling aura, and the pressure of a quasi-saint instantly filled the entire cave.

"Oh! You don't recognize me?"

A calm, almost indifferent voice suddenly rang out in the cave. The next moment, the space rippled like water, and Qing Xuanzi (Fuxi), dressed in a simple white robe, stepped directly out of the void, as if he had always been standing there.

Inside the cave, everyone, including the black-robed lord, froze. They had set up numerous barriers to isolate the inside from the outside; how had this person entered so silently?!

"Qing Xuanzi?!" The triangular-eyed cultivator screamed, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

Fuxi's gaze swept indifferently over the people in the cave, finally settling on the figure in black robes. A faint, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Hiding your heads and revealing your true colors, using such despicable means to scheme against a junior, to scheme against the entire human race... Do you even deserve to?"

"Who...who exactly are you?!" The black-robed lord's voice was hoarse. He could sense that the seemingly ordinary "Qing Xuanzi" exuded an unfathomable aura that made his soul tremble! That was definitely not something a Grand Luo Golden Immortal could possess! It even...reminded him of the feeling he had when facing Di Jun and Tai Yi back then!

"Who I am is unimportant." Fuxi walked slowly forward, and with each step, the space within the cave solidified a little more. The eerie green flames extinguished one after another, and the darkness and cold were dissipated by a warm and vast aura. "What is important is that this play you directed would be incomplete without you, the most important people. So, I've come to invite you all to go on stage and... finish the play."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fuxi raised his hand and made a grasping motion.

"Buzz—!"

Inside the cave, the black-robed lord, the triangular-eyed cultivator, and several other core conspirators were horrified to find that their bodies were completely out of control, imprisoned and compressed by an irresistible force. Along with the "replicas" of the jade slips that recorded their images, the tokens that communicated with Black Tooth and Zebu, and even the nascent demonic weapon that the black-robed lord had not yet fully refined and which was radiating overwhelming resentment, all of them were pulled in front of Fuxi and turned into several tiny, struggling specks of light.

"No! You can't! I am..." The black-robed lord was filled with shock and anger, wanting to roar, but no sound came out.

Fuxi didn't even glance at him, casually putting the few specks of light into his sleeve as if they were just grains of dust. He turned his gaze towards Fengyan, his eyes gleaming, instantly discerning the complex fortune and undercurrents gathering there.

"The stage is set up, the audience is in their seats, it's time to go and see."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the cave, as if he had never been there. Only the utterly silent, lifeless swamp cave proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

……

The three-day period arrived in the blink of an eye.

Outside the Fengyan tribe, a vast plaza had already been cleared. A simple platform had been erected in the center. Surrounding the platform was a sea of ​​people, a dense, dark mass—potentially hundreds of millions! Representatives, leaders, elders, and countless tribesmen from the shores of the East Sea and even further afield, along with countless others who had rushed to the scene, completely surrounded the area. The air was thick with a complex mix of emotions: tension, excitement, suspicion, anger, and anticipation.

On one side of the platform stood the menacing "Accusation" alliance, led by Li Shan, flanked by members of the Black Tooth and Zebu tribes, each with an angry expression and gripping their weapons tightly. On the other side were the Fengyan tribe, led by Shao Dian and Xuan Cang. Although outnumbered, they stood tall, their expressions solemn and their gazes resolute. Xuan Cang, dressed in clean linen clothes, stood beside his father, his face calm and showing no sign of panic.

Directly in front of the platform, several rough wooden chairs were placed, where a number of respected elders of the tribe, chosen by the public, sat as witnesses to this "public trial."

The sun is high in the sky, the time has come.

"The time has come! Where is Qing Xuanzi? Quickly step onto the platform for confrontation!" Li Shan impatiently stepped onto the high platform, his voice booming like thunder, and once again raised the jade slip recording the image, "The evidence is here! Xuan Cang, if your master doesn't come soon, it's because he has a guilty conscience!"

The crowd immediately stirred, and countless eyes turned toward the direction of the Fengyan tribe.

Just then, a clear and peaceful voice entered the ears of everyone present, overwhelming all the noise:

"I've arrived."

The sound didn't come from the Fengyan tribe, but from outside the crowd. The crowd instinctively parted to make way, and there stood Qing Xuanzi (Fuxi), dressed in a simple white robe, his long hair tied back with a wooden hairpin, slowly approaching. His steps were unhurried, his expression indifferent, as if he were attending an ordinary gathering, not a life-or-death confrontation. In his hand, he casually carried several points of light, bound by a strange, clear light, constantly struggling and writhing. The largest of these, faintly revealing the outline of a black robe, exuded a chilling coldness and resentment.

"Master!" Xuan Cang's eyes lit up, and he bowed respectfully.

Fuxi nodded slightly to him, and without stopping, walked straight towards the high platform. Wherever he passed, the crowd involuntarily fell silent, intimidated by the profound and unfathomable aura emanating from him.

Upon seeing the light spots in Fuxi's hand, especially the largest one radiating a familiar aura of resentment, Li Shan's pupils contracted sharply, a sense of foreboding rising within him. But he was already in a bind, and could only feign composure, shouting sternly, "Qing Xuanzi! You finally dare to show yourself! This jade slip records your practice of demonic arts, your body shrouded in demonic runes, exactly like the powerful demon Bai Ze of yesteryear! What else do you have to say? And what are you holding in your hand? Are you perhaps trying to use demonic arts to intimidate us?!"

Fuxi had already reached the high platform and casually placed the few struggling specks of light in the center. He didn't even glance at the jade slip in Li Shan's hand; his gaze swept over the countless eyes below, and his voice remained calm:

"Chief Lishan, friends of the Ze tribe, and fellow countrymen who have traveled from afar, today's events stemmed from nothing more than a crudely forged jade slip containing a few easily refuted slanderous words. Yet, it nearly escalated into internal strife and fratricide within the human race. Have you all considered who was behind all this, and what their purpose was?"

He paused, not giving Li Shan and the others a chance to interrupt, and pointed to the few points of light on the table: "The answer is right here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fuxi flicked his finger, and a beam of clear light entered the few points of light.

"Buzz!"

The light suddenly magnified, transforming into several figures tightly bound by the chains of clear light, looking disheveled, and crashing heavily onto the high platform! It was none other than the black-robed lord, the triangular-eyed cultivator, and their group of conspirators! But at this moment, they had long lost their previous sinister arrogance; each of them was ashen-faced, their eyes filled with fear, especially the black-robed lord, whose black aura was suppressed by the clear light, causing it to flicker and emit painful hissing sounds.

"Who...who is this?"

"Such a heavy, sinister aura! Unlike people of my kind!"

"Nonsense, this is definitely not one of my human race."

"That guy in the black robe, his aura is terrifying! He's at least at the Golden Immortal realm."

"I think it's more than just the Golden Immortal Realm; it's at least the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm."

The crowd erupted in uproar, and many cultivators were horrified by the powerful pressure emanating from the black-robed figure.

Fuxi's voice rang out again, carrying a penetrating power: "This person calls himself 'Ancestor of the Netherworld,' a demonic Grand Luo cultivator who ascended to power by devouring living souls and cultivating evil arts on the edge of the Netherworld Blood Sea. He covets the immense fortune of our human race's rebirth and intends to incite internal strife within our race through conspiracy, creating boundless carnage and vengeful spirits to enhance his strength."

He pointed to the triangular-eyed cultivator and others: "These are his henchmen. They forged the jade slips that recorded the images, bribed and bewitched members of the Black Teeth and Zebu clans who had old grudges against Feng Yan or were not mentally strong, and spread rumors, intending to take advantage of Chief Li Shan's grief over the loss of his son to carry out this vicious plan."

"No! You're lying! This jade slip recording the image is real!" Li Shan's face flushed red as he waved the jade slip, but his voice was already somewhat weak. He looked at the triangular-eyed cultivator on the ground, whose eyes darted away, not daring to meet his gaze. The Ze tribe chief was even more ashen-faced, his legs trembling.

"Really?" Fuxi smiled slightly, his gaze finally settling on the jade slip for the first time. He reached out and beckoned, and the jade slip flew uncontrollably into his hand. Without even looking at it, a clear light flowed from his fingertips as he gently wiped it.

"Click..."

Countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the jade slip. Then, the images and divine messages inside vanished like bubbles, replaced by several new, crystal-clear images and sounds!

The first section depicts the triangular-eyed cultivator and the Ze tribe chief making a secret transaction. The triangular-eyed cultivator hands over a forged jade slip to the Ze tribe chief and promises him great rewards to incite Li Shan! Their conversation is clearly audible!

The second part is the black-robed "Ghost Ancestor" setting up a plan in his cave, openly stating that he wants to use others to kill people, disrupt the human race, and collect living souls to refine treasures. His hideous face and wild words are revealed!

The third segment even includes footage revealing the truth behind the Black Tooth Tribe's son's death—it wasn't some demon hunting team, but rather the Black Tooth Tribe themselves who, while hunting, strayed into dangerous territory and encountered a powerful demon beast. Their son sacrificed himself to cover their retreat and save his people! In the footage, there isn't a single demon in sight!

"This...this is impossible!" Li Shan was struck dumb, staring intently at the third video. The weapon in his hand clattered to the ground, and he staggered backward, his face drained of color. The blood feud he had always believed in was...fake? Was it a tampered memory? Was it anger that had been manipulated?

Chief Zebu collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked and filled with a foul stench.

The audience erupted in chaos!

"So that's how it is! It's a conspiracy! A colossal conspiracy!"

"The Ghost Ancestor! It's actually this demon!"

"Chief Blacktooth has been tricked! We almost got tricked too!"

"Master Qingxuan is innocent! Xuancang is innocent!"

"Kill these demons! Avenge our people!"

"quiet!"

Fuxi let out a clear shout, like the sound of a heavenly bell, silencing the clamor of the crowd. His gaze swept over the panicked Li Shan, then over the limp Ze tribe chief, and finally landed on the struggling "Ghost Ancestor".

"The play should come to an end."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fuxi's aura suddenly changed. His simple linen robes fluttered without wind, transforming into a magnificent imperial robe adorned with stars and patterns of mountains and rivers. Although his handsome features remained unchanged, the majesty of ruling over heaven and earth between his brows, the wisdom of all realms reflected in his eyes, and the supreme aura surrounding him—as vast as the Dao of Heaven, as profound as the Dao of Earth, and perfectly integrated with the Dao of Humanity—exploded with a thunderous roar!

"Buzz—!"

From the direction of Shouyang Mountain, the three ancestral figures—Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi—bowed deeply and prostrated themselves, saying, "Welcome the Great God Fuxi!"

Above the nine heavens, rays of light shone in myriad directions, and auspicious clouds stretched in thousands of strands. The phantom image of the sage Nuwa smiled and nodded.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Daoist aura of the Three Pure Ones subtly cast its attention.

Deep within the netherworld, the purple aura of reincarnation rippled slightly.

At this moment, Heaven, Earth, and Man resonated, drawing the attention of all the sages!

"I am Fuxi."

To be honest, I did belong to the demon race before, so what this demon said isn't wrong.

Fuxi's words at this moment were like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of hundreds of millions of human beings!

"The Great God Fuxi?!"

"It was the great god Fuxi who transmitted our human civilization and supported humanity from its weakest point!"

"Greetings, Great God Fuxi!!"