Primordial Era: Humanity's Supreme Ruler, Abolishes Nuwa's Position as Holy Mother

Chapter 96: Naming Himself Fuxi, Disciple of the Sage of Xuandu Battle

Upon arriving at the Huaxu tribe, Xuandu happened to encounter the people of the Huaxu tribe watching the son of Huaxu.

"What does the child look like?"

"Is it a monster?"

"I don't know, but a human head and a snake's body... this..."

More and more people are heading towards where Huaxu lives, crowding the place to the point of being impassable.

Among them, many women screamed, as if they had encountered something terrifying.

Xuan Du listened carefully, and after a while, he understood the reason behind it.

It turns out that after Huaxu's son was born, he had a human head and a snake's body, and was regarded as a monster by the people of Huaxu tribe.

Seeing the tense and worried expressions on the faces of the human race, Xuandu spoke from a distance, saying, "Please make way, everyone."

A divine voice resounded.

Everyone turned to look, and saw endless golden light, dazzling and incomparable.

Xuan Du swept across the sky and arrived before them in the blink of an eye, his body radiating a gentle light.

"The God of War of Xuandu"

"It's the God of War of Xuandu! Make way!"

Some shouted "Greetings!" while others cleared a space in front of Huaxu's gate.

After Xuandu landed and was relieved of the predicament, Fuxi was also carried out of the house. The person who came looked flustered and asked Xuandu for help.

Looking at the child, Xuandu said, "This is neither a monster nor a demon, but a sage. From today onwards, he shall be called Fuxi."

"Fuxi?"

Everyone was taken aback.

Soon, some of the humans thought of Fuxi, the human leader who had been forced to death by the sage Nuwa many years ago.

"So he was the reincarnation of the leader of the Fuxi clan."

"So that's how it is. Hua Xu's son is the reincarnation of the leader Fu Xi."

Everyone had already realized what was happening.

I was immediately excited.

The humans who had previously been afraid of the child stepped forward, their eyes no longer showing any fear.

"boom"

At that moment, a deafening sound suddenly came from high above.

At this moment, everyone looked up at the sky. Beyond the clouds, auspicious clouds appeared, some surrounded by Buddhist light, others by Taoist mist.

Several figures appeared one after another, each one incredibly powerful.

They looked toward the Huaxu tribe and descended one after another, without any murderous intent. The gentle glow spread out, reaching for miles around.

Xuan Du sensed something was wrong, but still greeted him.

The person who approached remained composed, greeted them politely, and stated their identities and purpose.

After the last person finished speaking, Xuan Du's expression turned strange.

This group of people were all disciples of the saints.

Their appearance quickly attracted the attention of other war gods, the four sacred beasts, and others.

However, they did not come over, but instead lurked in the shadows, especially Hou Yi, who already had the Sun-Shooting Bow in hand and was ready for battle.

If there is no malice, that would be ideal; if there is, kill them on the spot.

At the same time, the disciples of the saints and Yu Huazi, an alias of Laozi, also arrived.

He had a smile on his face, and his demeanor was not imposing at all, but rather approachable. He greeted Xuandu and said, "This humble Daoist is Yu Huazi, and greets Fellow Daoist Xuandu."

"Is this fellow Daoist also here to take Fuxi as his disciple?" Xuandu asked directly after returning the greeting.

Yu Huazi and the other disciples of the sages nodded with smiles and said, "Indeed, Fuxi has an extraordinary future, and ordinary cultivators may find it difficult to teach him."

"Oh?" Xuan Du chuckled, riding the mist and ascending into the sky, reaching the same height as the disciples of the saints.

Seeing that Xuandu's expression was somewhat hostile, Yu Huazi pondered for a moment and then smiled, "How about we have a friendly spar? The winner will become Fuxi's teacher. What do you say?"

The suggestion was heard by everyone, and they immediately put it into consideration.

They knew, of course, that their teacher had a grudge against the human race, but they had not come here to start a war, so there was no need to escalate the situation.

Moreover, with so many people coming, it's understandable that we can't take them all back.

Having lost in the competition, there's even more reason to believe that one can't blame anyone else, especially one's own teacher.

This statement was endorsed by all the disciples of the saints.

Seeing that everyone had agreed, Xuan Du suppressed the fierceness in his heart.

Afterwards, Xuandu carefully sensed that, apart from Yu Huazi, none of the other disciples of the sages were as good as him, and he nodded in agreement.

Now, Xuandu has reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, stronger than the disciples of the other saints, but weaker than Yu Huazi.

In the distance, Chu Feng sensed everything that was happening in the Huaxu tribe.

He then transmitted his voice to Xuandu, saying, "Drive Yu Huazi and the others away. Human affairs do not need to be handled according to other people's rules."

Chu Feng's words made Xuan Du even more certain about what to do.

They found an open space and began to discuss Fuxi.

Soon, the human immortals learned of the news and emerged from seclusion one after another, and some immortals who had sensed the situation also appeared.

Among the many immortals were several war gods, who did not appear immediately but were ready to rush to Xuandu's aid at any time.

"Everyone, Fuxi is a member of my human race. If you wish to take me as a disciple, you must first pass my test." Xuandu stood in the void, holding a sword formed from spiritual energy, his body surging with sword intent.

The disciples of the saints looked at each other in bewilderment, and then did not delay any longer.

One of the disciples stepped forward, wielding two swords, and charged towards Xuandu without saying a word.

Xuan Du faced off against him with composure. He found an opening, swiftly struck, and his sword light transformed into a sea of ​​light, causing the surrounding landscape to rise and fall in a vast expanse of white.

"Keng"

In the fierce clash, the saint's disciple wielding two swords was instantly defeated, with a bloody line on his neck, merely a scratch.

Xuandu's method of defeating his enemy in one move astonished all the disciples of the sages.

"Whoosh"

A strong wind blew by, causing Xuandu's robes to flutter. After the sword energy dissipated, he turned to the disciple of the sage and smiled, "You flatter me."

"I have lost." The sage's disciple did not linger, put away his magic weapon, and retreated to a distance.

This is not a life-or-death battle, so there is no need to go all out, and naturally there will be no earth-shattering reaction.

Xuan Du continued his attack, standing in the sky as the defender of the arena, challenging heroes from all directions.

His moves were incredibly fierce. Over the years, in order to take that final step, he had refined his skills once again, reaching a state of perfection.

Now, even the disciples of the saints are no match for him.

"clank"--

Xuandu displayed his divine power, constantly determining the victors and losers among the disciples of the saints.

In most of these battles, Xuandu won with a single move, with only a few involving intense exchanges that truly ignited the fire.

However, in the end, Xuan Du naturally prevailed, and although he was injured, the injuries were minor.

The disciples of the Sages were unwilling to be defeated here, but they were also unwilling to lose to Xuandu. It can only be said that Xuandu is now stronger than before and is far ahead.

"Bang!"

With a violent explosion, the mountains and rivers boiled, bursting forth with intense energy ripples.

At this moment, Xuan Du delivered a palm strike to the crown of the saintly disciple, who was shrouded in Buddhist light, a power that was hidden yet unleashed.

The sage's disciple, with his solemn and dignified appearance, was slightly moved at this moment and sighed, "Benefactor's magical power is unparalleled; this humble monk has been defeated."

This was the last person, and one of the few masters who had fought Xuandu for over a hundred rounds.

All the disciples of the saints were defeated, and at this point they did not linger and all retreated.

This was agreed upon, and staying here won't make a difference.

(End of this chapter)