Honghuang: It makes sense that there are four Sanqing, right?

When Suirenshi saw this line of small characters, he was somewhat pleased. Feeling the vitality in his body, he shook his head.

"Xiao Sangjiu is getting married in a few days, and I'm really worried about him. I can at least go and see him."

Sangjiu is a young girl in the Suiren tribe who is responsible for picking mulberry leaves and grinding grain. She also occasionally serves as Suiren's assistant. She is now sixteen or seventeen years old and is engaged.

As he spoke, he walked out of the cave. Suirenshi discovered that, in theory, there should be no light source inside the cave, but the cave was as bright as day, which did not hinder his movement.

He stretched and felt a surge of energy and a robust physique that had been absent from his body for so long.

Suiren quickly found his way and ran to the cave entrance. Just as he was about to rush out, a golden light appeared and blocked him inside the cave.

Suirenshi's expression darkened, and he returned the way he came, looking once more at the line of colorful characters.

"Your merits have been fulfilled. Rest and recuperate here. From now on, humanity has its own path to follow."

So this isn't a suggestion, but an order?

While Suirenshi was deep in thought in Huoyun Cave, outside, the Suiren tribe was spreading the news.

"The old leader of the Suiren clan has attained immortality!"

People gathered around the bonfire and the stone statue of Suiren, dancing an ancient dance and praying for Suiren's blessings.

After several days, people from other tribes came to watch and offer their congratulations, and they all sincerely respected Suiren.

A middle-aged human stood aside, not participating in the prayer, but looking at the stone statue of Suiren with a complex yet bright gaze, containing admiration, confidence, and ambition.

His name was Youchao Shi, and guided by morality, he invented nest dwelling by observing birds building nests.

Having heard that Suirenshi attained immortality, and that Youchaoshi was from a neighboring tribe whose tribe had also received Suirenshi's favor, it was only right and proper for them to come and see him.

In addition, over the past fifty years, the people of the Eastern Lands have become accustomed to the existence of Suirenshi, a supreme ruler of the human race, who has sheltered them from the wind and rain.

At this moment, Suirenshi has left, and many people are discussing the selection of the next leader of the tribal alliance.

As the leader of the second largest tribe in the entire alliance, Youchao invented nest dwelling, which protected humans from the harm of wind and rain. His prestige was second only to Suiren.

Furthermore, Suirenshi and Yanzishi had no children. If nothing unexpected happens, Youchaoshi will be the second leader of the alliance. Suirenshi is his predecessor, a challenge, an inspiration, and a spur to him.

As Youchao was lost in thought, secretly making up his mind, a young girl caught his attention.

Recently, a young man named Ziyi appeared in a nearby tribe. He ground bones into needles and twisted grass into ropes, and invented the method of sewing animal skin clothes.

Although this technology has not been around for long, the Suiren tribe, as the largest tribe, had already mastered it.

Most of the tribespeople wore animal skin clothing and drew torches on the skins with madder and gardenia juice to indicate their identity as members of the Suiren tribe.

The girl was wearing such an animal skin skirt, but her expression was melancholy, quite different from the other tribespeople who were singing and dancing around the campfire.

When Suirenshi attained immortality, not only the people of Suiren's tribe but the entire human race were happy. So why does this young girl look so worried?

Youchao was puzzled, so he went forward.

"Sister Si, the ancestor of the Fire God ascended to heaven with the Virtue of Fire, and many tribes rejoiced. Why are you the only one frowning and hanging your head?"

The sorrowful girl was looking down, clearly startled by the sudden sound, and took a step back.

She then looked up and saw that it was Youchao Shi. She patted her chest and calmed down.

Youchao was already highly respected and spoke politely, so the girl trusted him completely and told him everything on her mind.

It turns out that this girl was named Sangjiu, and she had long been an assistant to Suirenshi.

Suirenshi had no children, and his wife Yanzishi died early. In his old age, he became closest to Sangjiu.

About five or six years ago, when she had just received her name, she spoke with Suirenshi about it, and she said:

"There is an immortal in the world, Suizu. I heard from my clansmen that you taught people how to use fire, and your merits are immeasurable."

He will definitely become an immortal in the future, is that true?

Besides, the immortals live very, very far away. Will I not be able to see you then?

Suirenshi chuckled and said:

"How could I, an ordinary mortal, possibly become an immortal? Even if I did become an immortal..."

If I can't see my people, then I might as well not be this so-called immortal.

No matter what, I will definitely come to see you.

As he spoke, he leaned on his cane and squatted down.

He stretched out a finger and teased the nose of Sanju, who was then eleven or twelve years old and still a little girl.

Little Sangjiu was amused and giggled, waving his little hands as he tried to grab Suiren's finger. Suiren naturally dodged, and the two began to playfully fight.

After a stick of incense had burned out, the two of them were tired from playing and lay down on a lawn, quietly watching the blue sky and white clouds.

"Suizu, are you telling the truth? To you, are your people really more important than becoming an immortal?"

Sang Jiu turned his face to the side and asked.

"Of course, if I ever become an immortal, I will definitely come back to see you all."

Suiren was still looking at the sky, his legs outstretched, his hands raised upwards, and his cane casually placed to the side.

"But if you become an immortal, you can live for a very, very long time, and you'll never have to go hungry again."

"Then I won't do it."

"real?"

"real."

After telling this story, Sangjiu's face showed even more worry as he looked longingly at Youchao.

"Chief of Youchao, tell me, did something happen to Suizu, or is he lying to me?"

Youchao smiled, trying his best to conceal the gloom in his eyes, and said:

"Perhaps neither is true. It's just that the immortal lives too far away, and he's still on his way."

"But why didn't you tell your own people about this, instead of telling me?"

Sangjiu took another step back, trembling, shaking his head and waving his hands.

"I...I didn't lie to you. The people of my tribe don't believe me, not even my husband Ji Yi."

They said that when the ancestor Sui left, everyone saw a strange phenomenon: a sky full of golden torches and colorful clouds on the horizon.

It's obvious that he's become an immortal; once he's become an immortal, nothing unexpected can happen.

It seems that he had worked hard all his life and wanted to enjoy his retirement. If it were them, they would probably do the same. At most, they would just use their magic to take a distant look at the tribe from the celestial palace, and that would be enough.

Youchao clan probably understood their thoughts; they just thought Suiren was trying to coax a little girl.

They usually work hard for the tribe and feel exhausted, so they put themselves in the shoes of others. Suiren has worked hard all his life and now he doesn't want to move, which is reasonable.

Suirenshi had been the leader for over fifty years, which was too long. Was it that no one in the tribe could understand what it meant to be a leader?

Youchao shook his head slightly; only he, as a fellow leader, could understand Suiren's thoughts.

As leaders, they only feel happy when they contribute to the growth of the tribe. If it were him, he would definitely go back to the tribe to visit no matter what.

The Suiren tribe had no successors, which Youchao found regrettable, but there was something even more important to consider.

He hadn't thought about this before, but Sangjiu's words reminded him: since Suiren hadn't shown his face since becoming an immortal, where had he gone?