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The autumn air is crisp and refreshing. The leaves on the branches are turning yellow, occasionally drifting down and landing on the ground, creating a thin layer of fallen leaves along the forest path. Another year has passed, marking the coolness of autumn. The golden fruits hang heavily, bending the branches low.
Summer flowers wither, and autumn leaves fall.
Ye Chuanze, dressed in black, walks along the mountain path, heading towards a human settlement. It has been over a hundred years since he last left the Human Tribe. At this moment, Ye Chuanze suddenly realizes that human lifespans are short; those familiar faces from long ago are likely no longer visible. He feels a deep sense of melancholy. Compared to the immortals who have endless lifespans, humans seem like fleeting shadows, born in the morning and dying by evening.
At this moment, he feels that the Dao of Heaven, which governs everything, is particularly cruel to humans. A hundred years of life passes in the blink of an eye, as if they are born and die in a day, never having enough time to fully appreciate this wonderful world before closing their eyes in eternal sleep. The initial envy he felt towards the Daoist clan for being the future protagonists of the Primordial world has vanished, replaced by a sense of wistfulness.
In this world, it is difficult to have everything go perfectly. There always seems to be something unsatisfactory. Similarly, those things that appear bad may also have a good side. For instance, although humans have short lifespans and lack profound magical abilities like Sky-Connecting spells, they are still the protagonists of the future in the Primordial realm, thriving and reproducing generation after generation.
On the other hand, the Primordial immortal clan is born from the gathering of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, comprehending supreme laws to achieve immortality. They are all exceptionally talented individuals. With endless lifespans that align with heaven and earth, they ultimately fade into obscurity, residing in endless palaces beyond thirty-three realms. They leave behind countless legends in the mortal world that evoke deep sighs.
Will there be traces of immortals to be found in ten thousand years?
Ye Chuanze gazes at the yellow earth path ahead, feeling an indescribable melancholy. Living in the present while peering into the future yet unable to change it is an utterly powerless situation. If possible, he wishes to be like others—unaware of the future and living fully in the present.
After a moment of sorrowful reflection, he calms his emotions. He has always been carefree and does not dwell on past or future matters. Regardless of what lies ahead, since he lives in the present, he should make the most of it without overthinking.
Upon arriving at the human settlement, Ye Chuanze —a suddenly appearing noble and ethereal figure—captures everyone's attention in the tribe. The onlookers gaze at him with curiosity and fear. Ye Chuanze scans them briefly and smiles gently before asking, "Is your Ritual ready?"
In a mixed community of Primordial witches, demons, immortals, and humans, humans inevitably interact with other races. When Ye Chuanze taught humans, he established the position of Ritual Master to oversee interactions with the Yao Xian clan and manage matters such as blessing rituals. For example, every year on Nuwa's birthday, humans hold a celebration for her and offer sacrifices. In the Human Tribe, they have built shrines dedicated to Nuwa as Holy Mother and temples for the Immortal Master.
The people of the tribe worship Nuwa as Holy Mother and offer sacrifices at her temple and at the Temple of the Immortal Master with reverence and gratitude day and night. Ye Chuanze once felt a pure power emanating from the Lower Realm flowing into his body. That power was pure and profound, bringing a sense of comfort and enhancing his cultivation. This is the power of faith—the purest form of belief from humans.
Initially, Ye Chuanze did not pay much attention to this power of faith; he thought it was insignificant compared to his own hard-earned strength after thousands of years of cultivation. However, when he realized that his cultivation was advancing too rapidly without encountering any bottlenecks—directly rising to a new level—he recognized that he had underestimated the power of human faith. While one person's faith may be weak, thousands upon thousands of beliefs gathered together form an immense force that cannot be ignored.
No matter how powerful faith may be, it is still an external force—not one's own strength—and ultimately it is inappropriate to rely on it. If one relies on external forces for self-improvement, one must be prepared for potential backlash. Moreover, relying on externally gained cultivation leads to an unstable foundation that could pose hidden dangers on one's future path of cultivation.
Ye Chuanze weighed the pros and cons and took out a sword he carried with him, the Slaughtering Sword. He transferred all the power of belief from the human race to the Slaughtering Sword. He did not need to rely on the power of belief to enhance his cultivation; whether in the past, present, or future, he relied solely on his own strength to improve his cultivation steadily and methodically, without rushing.
After asking his question, Ye Chuanze noticed that everyone still looked at him with fear and caution, with no one responding. He patiently asked again, "Can your Ritual be performed?"
After a long while, one person cautiously glanced at him and then turned to run away.
After a while, that person returned, followed by several elderly individuals with gray beards. One of the elders saw Ye Chuanze and immediately changed expression, taking several large steps forward. He approached Ye Chuanze and knelt down. The other human citizens, seeing this, although unsure of the situation, also knelt down in unison.
"Immortal Master! You have not abandoned us!" the elder said excitedly, tears streaming down his face. "Heaven bless our clan!"
Hearing this, the human citizens kneeling behind him also showed expressions of excitement and flushed faces. They lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Ye Chuanze. Occasionally, some bolder individuals would sneak a glance at him before quickly averting their eyes and lowering their heads even further.
Ye Chuanze looked at the elder kneeling in front and asked, "Are you the Ritual of the human race?"
"Reporting to Immortal Master, I am indeed the third-generation Ritual of our clan," the elder replied.
"What is your name?" Ye Chuanze asked as he examined him, noticing his gray hair and beard, deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, indicating he was over fifty.
"My name is Heguang," the elder replied.
"Heguang, rise and speak," Ye Chuanze said.
The human Ritual Heguang stood up, unable to hide his excitement. His face glowed with vitality as if he had become ten years younger. He spoke passionately: "Immortal Master, since you left two hundred years ago, you have never returned. The clan leader at that time waited for your return year after year; today I finally wait for you to come back!"
Ye Chuanze thought for a moment; the clan leader back then was a strong young man who always treated him with utmost respect but remained distant. "Are you referring to Yi Qi?" he asked.
"No, it was Clan Leader Yan," Ritual Heguang replied.
"Is it him?" Ye Chuanze asked, somewhat surprised, raising an eyebrow. It was indeed the man who always offered him the best and tenderest piece of meat after each hunt. Because of this, he had a deep impression of this stubborn and powerful human warrior.
"I didn't expect him to become the tribe leader later," Ye Chuanze said with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.
Heguang said, "According to the previous generation of Ritual, every morning when the first rays of sunlight touched the earth, the tribe leader Yan would be the first to rise and wait on the small path leading to the tribe for your arrival. It was like this every day."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze's expression softened slightly as he sighed, "Foolish and stubborn!"
The scene of Yan offering meat to him was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday, flashing before his eyes in vivid detail. That handsome yet somewhat awkward face was expressionless, lips tightly pressed together, which only highlighted his stubbornness.
Life is but a hundred years, fleeting and swift. For an immortal, a hundred years is merely a blink of an eye. The time Ye Chuanze spent away from the Human Tribe was just a period of seclusion in his view; however, for the people of the human race, it represented an entire lifetime. The human tribe leader Yan waited for him through one lifetime and one reincarnation.
Ye Chuanze felt regret that he could not meet Yan again to fulfill his wish. But it was just regret, nothing more. After all, immortals are different; this outcome was not surprising. Moreover, Ye Chuanze was not familiar with Yan; they had never exchanged a word. Indeed, from beginning to end, Ye Chuanze had never spoken to Yan; it was always Ye Chuanze talking while Yan never uttered a word. If he hadn't seen Yan speak with others, Ye Chuanze might have doubted whether he was mute.
"Show me around," Ye Chuanze instructed Heguang.
Heguang complied respectfully, walking half a step ahead to lead the way.
Ye Chuanze wandered around the village where humans lived. Although it remained backward and simple, it was well-ordered and evidently well-managed.
"What is that place?" Ye Chuanze asked as he stopped outside a crude stone altar-like structure.
Heguang glanced at the stone platform and replied, "This is the shrine dedicated to the Holy Mother."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze's expression turned contemplative. Nüwa created humanity and is revered by humans as the Holy Mother, enjoying their incense and fortune. Even though humanity had yet to develop significantly, they had already built a shrine for Nüwa early on; her status among humans was undoubtedly the highest. This can be understood as akin to how parents hold a uniquely special position in one's life.
Under heaven's way, everything has an equivalent exchange of giving and receiving. Since Nüwa enjoys humanity's incense and fortune, she must also give something in return. The karma between Nüwa and humanity will eventually need to be repaid. Thinking of this, Ye Chuanze couldn't help but feel relieved that he ultimately rejected the title of Holy Father for humanity; otherwise, Nüwa might have gained another ally. Now that he serves as an immortal teacher for humanity, guiding them in enlightenment and repaying their karma with humanity, he enjoys their offerings and will provide them with protection in all matters moving forward.
Ye Chuanze asked Heguang a few questions and then gave him some instructions before returning to Buzhou Mountain Cloud Marsh Cave. The human race was developing well, everything progressing in an orderly manner, which was good. He soared through the air, glancing back at the human tribe with a heart full of emotions.
Floating, being born in the morning and dying at dusk, life and time seemed particularly important. He wished that within his limited and brief lifespan, he could live more splendidly, not wasting this life!
This is the human race, generation after generation of hard work, creating a world that surpasses their predecessors with their own hands for themselves and their descendants.
Even if the human race is as weak as ants, Ye Chuanze felt admiration and amazement for this race. A race that strives for survival and selflessly works hard for future generations is commendable.
Ye Chuanze landed outside Buzhou Mountain Cloud Marsh Cave. As soon as he stepped into Taihe Residence, he heard a young attendant come in to report that Kunlun Mountain's Three Clear Immortals had come to visit.
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