Yuan Heng stood in midair, blinking blankly. Watching Kunpeng turn into a blur of light and streak across the distant sky, she fell into deep thought.
Fellow Daoist Kunpeng's supreme speed divine ability was truly astonishing.
Before she could lament any further, the massive crowd of the Human Race below instantly fell into a commotion.
“It's... the Holy Envoy!”
“The Holy Envoy?!”
“So Lord Holy Envoy was actually the Fourth Ancestor all along! She has been by our side the entire time!”
“Lord Holy Envoy...”
Tears welled up in the eyes of those who knew her, and they gazed at her with faces full of gratitude. Those one thousand innate humans were already sobbing uncontrollably.
It turned out that Lord Holy Envoy had never left them. She had always condescended to hide among them, quietly helping and protecting them, working together with the Three Ancestors to enable the Human Race to survive and establish their roots...
No wonder the Fourth Ancestor's face could never be washed clean; she had been afraid they would recognize her.
Sniff sniff... How could someone be this kind?
Suirenshi looked at her, bent down to bow deeply, his eyes brimming with tears at some point. “Thank you, Holy Envoy, for looking after the Human Race!!!”
“Thank you, Lord Holy Envoy!”
“Holy Envoy... thank you, Holy Envoy...”
Yuan Heng waved her hand, using spiritual energy to lift them up. “There is no need for this. Senior Sister Nuwa entrusted all of you to me, so this is only my duty.”
Besides, she couldn't let them call her the Fourth Ancestor for nothing.
Suirenshi's voice was firm, his eyes filled with gratitude. “It is not the same!”
“Our Human Race will never forget this immense grace of yours for all eternity!”
The Holy Mother had never commanded Lord Holy Envoy to blacken her face and transform into a mortal to personally teach them how to survive and take root in the Primordial World... They could not forget this.
Hunting, weapons, foraging, herbs, tools... and even preaching to the young cubs of the tribe.
The Taiqing Sage delivering the cultivation methods, the immortals arriving to assist in the Human Race's migration, and even the matter of the Human Race's grand sacrificial ceremony—all of these were probably orchestrated single-handedly by the Holy Envoy. How could such grand benevolence be so easily dismissed as merely a duty!
That will not do!
They had to erect a monument and carve statues for her!
Yuan Heng was taken aback. These honest, simple-minded folk... Oh well.
She nodded slightly, a gratified smile on her face. “You have done very well. Every single one of you is wonderful. You did not let down the expectations of the Holy Mother.”
“For the rest of the journey, I will watch over you from the shadows. Go ahead and migrate without any worries.”
Having said that, Yuan Heng really concealed her and Little Yellow Dragon's figures. From high above in the sky, they watched the migration of the Human Race.
Suirenshi and the others: See? We knew the Fourth Ancestor was no ordinary person~ Still... why did her words feel somewhat familiar?
Little Yellow Dragon flew by her side, asking in a sweet, childish voice, “Little Junior Aunt, is it really fine for us to just watch like this?”
Yuan Heng nodded. “The Human Race will be fine. Now that my identity is exposed, it is no longer appropriate for me to stay among them.”
Those looks of sheer reverence were truly far too scorching when they fell upon her. She was better off drifting quietly in the sky with Little Yellow Dragon.
Huanglong nodded. “Okay~ Junior Aunt, I'll do whatever you say.”
Oh, how could Little Yellow Dragon be so adorable? He really was a baby dragon.
Yuan Heng raised her hand and gently tapped his head. “Speaking of which, the Three Pure Ones Senior Brothers have already established their sects and achieved sainthood. I'm afraid they will open their mountain gates to accept disciples any day now.”
“Senior Brother Yuanshi's trials will be quite difficult, you know. Are you ready?”
Little Yellow Dragon nodded in a daze, indicating that he understood. But in the next second, his tone filled with a bit of disappointment. “Second Master said that I must wait until I can assume human form to take the trials.”
But he still had no idea when he would be able to transform into human form.
Sob sob sob... It was too hard to be a dragon.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Heng raised an eyebrow, a trace of amusement flashing in her eyes. There was really no helping it. As a direct descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, Little Yellow Dragon was weighed down by karma, making his growth cycle significantly longer.
Alas... he was still just a baby dragon.
“It's alright. Senior Brother Yuanshi will surely wait for you.”
Hearing the soothing tone in Yuan Heng's voice, Huanglong felt instantly comforted. “Mm! Little Junior Aunt! This dragon can do it!”
“Thank you, Junior Aunt, for bringing me along to accumulate merit and dispel my karma. Huanglong feels that in another ten thousand years, I'll definitely be able to transform.”
Though he probably wouldn't grow very tall, at least he wouldn't miss the Second Master's disciple acceptance ceremony, right?
He could do it!
Yuan Heng seemed to be amused by him and let out a light chuckle. “Hahaha, alright. Your junior aunt believes in you. Keep it up!”
Huanglong nodded his little head. “Mm-hmm!”
Hehehe, it was a good thing he was young, which was why his little junior aunt always kept him by her side.
This little dragon feels so blessed again~
...
One hundred and twenty years passed in the blink of an eye.
Suirenshi led tens of thousands of clansmen, traveling by day and resting by night, bypassing marshes, and defending against beasts... They trudged across the barren lands of the Central Plains, enduring miasma, vicious birds, and perilous plains, until they finally caught sight of the verdant peaks of Mount Shouyang.
Yuan Heng and Huanglong stood upon the clouds, looking down at the joyously dancing members of the Human Race. She could not help but be touched by the cheerful atmosphere.
With a shift of her body, she brought Huanglong before the crowd, standing right beside Suirenshi.
“Now, there is finally a good outcome. All the hardships were not in vain.”
“The Human Race will take root here, and this place will become another ancestral home for the Human Race.”
Mount Shouyang, after all, would be the future Daoist venue of Senior Brother Taiqing and the foundation of the Humanity Cult.
As soon as Suirenshi saw her, he prepared to bow, only to be interrupted by Yuan Heng's quick words: “There is no need for such formalities.”
“Yes, Holy Envoy.”
Yuan Heng raised an eyebrow. She actually preferred the times when the Three Ancestors would poke their heads out of the treehouses and communicate with her in the most primitive ways.
How great those shouts had been, and how warm.
With a wave of her delicate hand, her energy of endless vitality rained down upon the bodies of all the humans here, relieving them of the exhaustion accumulated over many years.
Watching the bewildered yet overjoyed humans, Yuan Heng smiled, keeping her contribution and fame deeply hidden.
She looked at Suirenshi. “The settlement of the clansmen here will likely require much of your care.”
Suirenshi nodded. “I understand.”
Building houses, hunting, storing food, comforting the old and the young, multiplying... He was highly familiar with all of it.
Yuan Heng nodded and then departed.
However, she wondered how things were going on Senior Sister Nuwa's end. Calculating carefully, it should be nearing the time of the three-thousand-year sermon.
With the migration to Mount Shouyang having concluded for now, she wondered how the situation was in the Western lands.
Dammit, she would have to look into it later and design something convenient for communication.
At such a great distance, who knew how long it would take for a message to be transmitted over?
Still, based on her calculations, they should arrive in another hundred years or so.
Alas, the West is just too remote.
Suddenly finding herself with absolutely nothing to do, Yuan Heng felt slightly uncomfortable.
And so, she often took Little Yellow Dragon with her, concealing her immortal aura as they wandered around the tribe, occasionally helping out where they could.
Most importantly, she could continue telling stories to the Human Race's young cubs, subtly teaching them to understand the Primordial World better.
“Once upon a time, two brothers lived on the sun. They aspired to rule over the myriad demons of the Primordial World. Thus, above Mount Buzhou, which was formed from the spine of the Great Pangu, within the Thirty-Three Heavens, they established the Demon Court...”
“The Wu tribe, who used to be our neighbors, were at odds with them...”
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