The Fuxi Qin in his hand hummed, as if he was greeting someone, and the melody spread all over the cave.

In the Fire Cloud Cave Heaven, countless sleeping ancient sages and the Terran Emperor who was meditating all opened their eyes at this moment.

Among them, there are sages who have followed Fuxi to create human civilization, and they recognized the source of this piano sound at the first time.

"Where did the sound of the piano come from? Hey, it can actually cause the Xihuang Palace to shake, is this Fu Xiqin? ”

"The sound of the piano is so pleasant, how many years have passed, the figure of the Holy Emperor of Fuxi playing by the river, it is still the same as what happened yesterday, millions of years have passed in a blink of an eye"

A gray-haired Terran sage, dressed in sackcloth and with a thoughtful look in his eyes, walked out of the retreat.

Throughout the Huoyun Cave, with the continuous sound of the piano, more and more people woke up from their slumber.

Some of these awakened Terran ancestors were wise men who had made great contributions in ancient times, and some were Terran emperors with majestic faces.

However, no matter what the identity of these people is, they all show admiration under this Fuxi qin, just because this qin comes from Fuxi, the head of the Ten Thousand Emperors.

Holding the self-singing Fu Xiqin in his hand, Zhang Yao's eyes swept through the countless attics, and steadily walked towards the Xihuang Palace.

Along the way, countless Terran sages who appeared made way for Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao walked slowly forward in the eyes of everyone, looking at these sages who came out, while these sages were also looking at him.

"It's unimaginable that it's actually a pinnacle quasi-saint, not a quasi-saint of merit achievement!"

In a grass house, with the voice of the old man, a great sage with two eyes and four eyes walked out.

When he saw this sage, Zhang Yao was also slightly stunned.

Because the sackcloth on this sage's body is different from the style of many people, it is not a very simple style at all, but it is imprinted with words on the clothes.

Clothes are imprinted with words, which is not uncommon in this outside world, and when you see it, you can laugh it off at best.

However, this is the Huoyun Cave where the sages of the human race live in seclusion, and among the ancient sages who advocate simplicity, such a unique dress is particularly eye-catching.

"I've seen the sage of Cangjie"

"Sage Wan'an"

Under Zhang Yao's gaze, this sage with two eyes and four eyes was unanimously courteous to everyone.

Zhang Yao pondered for a moment after hearing the sound, reciting the word "Cangjie", and at the same time, combined with the image of this person's two eyes and four eyes, he thought of an ancient sage.

Cangjie, the end of the Three Emperors, the sage of the human race during the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor period, and the creator of words.

It is said that in ancient times, there was no written language among the human race, and communication and cultural transmission were very difficult. At that time, Cangjie, as the left commander of the Yellow Emperor era, was concerned about the people's livelihood.

Therefore, after feeling the difficulties of the human race, Cangjie observed the Fuxi gossip day and night, and frequently consulted other sages. Finally, after three hundred and twelve years, Cangjie created a written inheritance that belonged to mankind, so the merit was called Wenzu, and his status was equal to that of the Five Emperors.

"It turned out to be Cangjie, no wonder among these great sages, they will also be courteous. It is said that this Cangjie, if he hadn't been born in the Yellow Emperor period and met the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor at the end of the Three Emperors, I'm afraid there would have been one more among the Five Emperors. ”

Zhang Yao sighed a little that Cangjie's life was not at the right time, not only met the last of the three emperors, but also the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, who was famous for killing the world.

You must know that Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor is the only one among the three emperors to kill the Holy Emperor.

Even if Cangjie's merits are no less than those of the Five Emperors, it is inevitable that he will be overshadowed by the brilliance of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor. In the end, he could only become a member of the sages of the human race, and could not enjoy the position of three emperors and five emperors.

"You're a Terran?" Cangjie crossed the crowd, and Gujing Wubo's eyes still carried three points of expectation.

Seeing the expectation in Cangjie's eyes, Zhang Yao knew that this was the vision of the ancient sages for the future of the human race.

It's a pity that although Zhang Yao is also a human being, he does not belong to a member of the Flood Wilderness Human Race. If it is really compared, the human beings in the flood wilderness belong to the product of Nuwa's creation of man, and the soul comes from Zhang Yao in the earth, but he belongs to a member of natural evolution.

At this moment, looking at Cangjie's expectant gaze, Zhang Yao could only shake his head slightly, and said vaguely: "I'm a human race, but I'm not a human race."

"That's it!"

Hearing Zhang Yao's vague answer, Cangjie's eyes showed disappointment, and he couldn't help but whisper: "I really don't know when the human race will have its own powerful cultivator, even if there is a big Luo!" ”

In a sentence, Cangjie, who was already full of white hair, added a bit of bitterness to his face.

"Cangjie Sage, you are the cultivator of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, why do you still say that the human race does not have a Great Luo Golden Immortal?" Zhang Yao looked at Cangjie with some confusion, because although Cangjie did not show his strength, the fluctuations on his body were still huge, and he had obviously won the position of Da Luo.

An ancient sage who is comparable to the Five Emperors is already a Da Luo Jin Immortal, so among the other five emperors, it is likely that there are five Da Luo Jin Immortals.

Similarly, Zhang Yao knew that the Holy Emperor of Fuxi, after achieving the position of the Three Emperors, had already achieved merit and quasi-sainthood. In this way, there are three quasi-saints of the human race, and there are six Da Luo Jin Immortals, so Cangjie shouldn't have such a statement.

"Are you curious, I have the strength of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, why do I still look forward to the human race so much, and there can be a powerful monk?"

Feeling Zhang Yao's incomprehension, Cangjie's gaze swept over the many ancient sages, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, this is different, we old guys, with the help of the merits of the luck of the human race, have the strength we have today, which is the fruit of merit." If one day, the human race is no longer the protagonist of heaven and earth, or the luck of the human race declines, we will be the first to be counterattacked. ”

Therefore, this path fruit that is attained by merit will fall into the realm when it loses its merit. We old guys, sitting in the Fire Cloud Cave, never appear in the outside world because we want to suppress the luck of the human race. In the same way, it is also the relationship between merit and attainment of the Dao Fruit, and if any of us falls, or if there is a protracted battle, it will also lead to the loss of the luck of the human race. ”

"What, fate is linked to the luck of the human race! Doesn't this mean that these ancient sages in the Fire Cloud Cave are themselves carriers of the luck of the human race! ”

Zhang Yao was shocked in his heart, he had thought about what it meant to suppress the luck of the human race, but he never thought that these ancient sages represented the luck of the human race, and it was they who needed to be suppressed.

Sitting in the Fire Cloud Cave, it has not been born for millions of years, just to protect the luck of the human race. Such a spirit of great perseverance and great dedication is enough to make people look at it.

Zhang Yao had already understood at this moment why Cangjie was so looking forward to the fact that the human race could have its own powerful cultivator.

Because every powerful monk is a part of the ethnic heritage in itself.

In the same way, only those monks who have achieved Dao Fruit themselves can represent the prosperity of the human race, and they have no scruples about it.

And these sages in the Fire Cloud Cave will consume the luck of the human race when they make a move. In this way, unless it is a critical moment of life and death, these sages of the human race will never make a move.

"Cangjie Sage, since you can't make a move easily, why don't you cultivate some Terran monks to make up for the Terran heritage?" Looking at the cold and deserted Huoyun Cave Sky, Zhang Yao couldn't help but ask.

In the entire Huoyun Cave Heaven, there are dozens of sages of the human race, and there are many of them who have achieved merit and achievement, and even people who are quasi-holy Dao fruits.

If you count it carefully, the strength of these sages of the human race, as the underlying existence, is enough to compete with a great sect. Therefore, Zhang Yao was very curious about why these ancient sages would rather put their hopes in the outside world than cultivate Terran monks on their own.

"I really don't know, where did you get this cultivation, you don't even know these heaven and earth conventions."

In Zhang Yao's question, Cangjie looked very surprised, shook his head and said: "It's not that we don't want to cultivate Terran monks, but according to the covenant set by the sage, we Terran sages are not allowed to accept disciples, unless it is a last resort, and we can't reverse the general trend of mankind, otherwise."

When he said the word otherwise, Cangjie didn't talk about it, just shook his head lightly, and did not continue.

Seeing that Cangjie was reluctant to say more, although Zhang Yao didn't ask, he already had some guesses in his heart about what Cangjie didn't say.

Between heaven and earth, the human race is the protagonist and the spirit of all things.

However, this is only a superficial statement. In the affairs of the human race, it is not human beings who really call the shots, but those saints who are high above.

A saint who is high, whether it is a pure and natural Lao Tzu, or a Western guide saint with a compassionate face.

They are all powerful people born at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, and they have experienced the extremely tragic dragon and phoenix catastrophe, and they have also experienced the great war between the lichs and the earth.

It is precisely because of the calamities that he has experienced that the saints are not as merciful as they appear to be the so-called protagonists of heaven and earth, but are deeply guarded.

It's like herding sheep, where there is more wool and it needs to be sheared, and it doesn't give the lambs the strength to resist.

This is the real rise of the human race, and the powerful monks have reached the moment when they are endless, and the first person to attack the human race is not natural disasters, but these saints who show mercy on their faces.

In the midst of the desolation, how sad it is for the human race, which is the misfortune of the entire race.

It seems that the Terran race is independent and has passed the most difficult juncture. But in the real darkness, the Terrans are still struggling, because the Terrans are facing saints who cannot resist anything.

"Saints don't die, thieves don't stop. It seems that I am wrong, this sage of the human race who can't bear it is probably even more difficult than I thought! I'm really curious about how magnificent this long-suppressed volcano must have been when it erupted."

Zhang Yao sighed in his heart, and looked at the Xihuang Palace, revealing a thoughtful look.