I've Been AFK for Ten Million Years-Chapter 248 Fu Xi Presents Innate Eight Trigrams

The person who came was none other than Emperor Fu Xi, the protector of the human tribe. Although he wasn’t a member of the human tribe, within the Primordial age, he was undoubtedly the best deity for the human tribe!

"Rise!"

Fu Xi stepped forward and helped Ren Changsheng up, looking at him with glimmers of light dancing in his eyes. Recently, he had sensed the birth of the human emperor, but regrettably, no matter how he calculated, he couldn’t pinpoint the emperor’s location.

He had even calculated for a period and almost swore, making him feel that this so-called human emperor was not simple. The human tribe was about to flourish, and perhaps even the Heavenly Dao was currently concealing the aura of the human emperor.

Before he has grown up, let no one find him!

Helpless, Fu Xi could only go out to wander, hoping to find some traces of the human tribe, and locate the human emperor before other races discovered him.

Just now, as Emperor Fu Xi was passing by the borders of a poor country, he remembered a youth he once guided, who was the priest standing before him.

Fu Xi wanted to check on the priest, but he had barely reached the entrance of this cave when he heard such a shocking scene.

A Saint?

Even he wouldn’t dare to hope for that.

It was said that when Hong Jun Dao Zu preached long ago, the six registered disciples in the front row were blessed with Hongmeng Purple Qi, and they all had the opportunity to become saints, but among these six, only Nuwa had become a saint.

The Ren Changsheng standing before him, a minor seventh-rank Primordial God, dared to discuss the way of a so-called Saint? That was simply arrogant!

"Thank you, Great Emperor!"

Ren Changsheng stood up and looked at the Emperor Fu Xi before him, a sense of reverence rising in his heart, as Emperor Fu Xi was truly worthy of Ren Changsheng’s admiration.

"Emperor Fu Xi’s visit, is there any matter?"

The priest couldn’t help but ask.

"Nothing much, I am just idly passing by, just coming to take a look!"

Emperor Fu Xi said indifferently.

"I see!"

The priest nodded, while Ren Changsheng was secretly stirring in his heart, as Emperor Fu Xi was currently the most authoritative person among the human tribe.

"Just now you talked about Saints, may I ask my human tribe, how to become a Saint?"

It seemed that something came to mind, Emperor Fu Xi looked at Ren Changsheng, and spoke again in a deep voice.

Although Ren Changsheng’s mention of Saints seemed arrogant, the phrase he started with, if the human tribe lacks a Saint, they are just ants, had touched his heart. Over the years, he aided the human tribe’s development and calculated the Cultivation Techniques for the human tribe. Although the human tribe had grown stronger, they were just a bit stronger, still considered ants within the Primordial age.

"Saint!"

A glint flashed across Ren Changsheng’s eyes, and the priest’s expression also became solemn.

A Saint is the strongest existence in the Primordial era.

"Within the Primordial era, cultivating any path to the pinnacle may lead to becoming a Saint, but only one race cannot become a Saint!"

Looking at Fu Xi, Ren Changsheng said solemnly.

"Which race?"

Fu Xi asked solemnly.

"The Tribal Sorcerers!"

Ren Changsheng stated faintly.

"The Tribal Sorcerers lack a Primordial Spirit, and even if their cultivation reaches the heavens, it’s still difficult to ascend to the realm of a Saint. As for the so-called proving Dao through strength, aside from the Pan Gu Chaotic Demon God, has there ever been anyone else?"

Ren Changsheng said solemnly.

"The Tribal Sorcerers!"

Emperor Fu Xi took a deep breath.

What does Ren Changsheng mean by this?

The Wu tribe cannot attain sainthood through cultivation, and the human tribe marrying them only makes attaining sainthood even more difficult!

Although the bloodline of the Wu tribe makes the descendants of the human tribe stronger, it also restricts the human tribe and pollutes their purest bloodline.

"The position of Saints under heaven was set at the beginning of the creation; although our human tribe wants to become Saints, it’s not without chance..."

Ren Changsheng seemed to recall something and opened his mouth once more.

"How to become a Saint?"

Emperor Fu Xi’s eyes burst with light, and for reasons unknown, this youth, despite only being a seventh-tier Primordial God, seemed to exude the aura reminiscent of facing the Saint Nuwa.

"There are nine Venerable Sages, all predetermined. If our human tribe wishes to become Saints, then the only way is to seize their positions before some have attained sainthood and ascend first!"

Ren Changsheng’s deep voice sounded.

The brilliance in Ren Changsheng’s eyes was even more dazzling at this moment.

The human tribe does not have saintly positions; thus, in this world where nine Venerable Sages exist, apart from Hong Jun Dao Zu and Saint Nuwa, none of the other Saints have appeared yet.

The opportunity for the human race to attain sainthood lies with those who are about to become Saints.

"Seizing a saintly position, what bravery!"

Emperor Fu Xi gasped in surprise, and the officiator was similarly dumbstruck.

Among the Primordial, those who held saintly positions were all at the peak of Quasi-Saint, each with terrifying combat power.

It would be extremely difficult for the human tribe to seize any!

"What is your name?"

Looking at Ren Changsheng, Emperor Fu Xi took a deep breath and asked.

This Ren Changsheng before him, his words were astonishing, to steal a saintly position from the hands of those future Saints who would receive Hongmeng Purple Qi, isn’t this madness?

Moreover, those saintly positions were bestowed by Dao Zu himself, and if the human race were to seize them, would it not infuriate that supreme being?

"In fact, I can become a Saint, as long as I elevate my cultivation to the peak of Quasi-Saint!"

Ren Changsheng thought to himself.

He possessed the Hongmeng Purple Qi from Little Star, and as long as Ren Changsheng’s cultivation reached the peak of Quasi-Saint, attaining sainthood wouldn’t be difficult!

"I am Ren Changsheng!"

Ren Changsheng greeted with a gentle bow.

"What a Ren Changsheng! This item is bestowed upon you. If you can survive this great calamity between the witches and demons, there will be a place for you among our human tribe!"

Emperor Fu Xi’s hand flashed with light, and immediately an Array Map flew towards Ren Changsheng, upon which the transformation of the Eight Trigrams could morph into anything within heaven and earth, endlessly mysterious.

"Innate Eight Trigrams Array Map!"

The officiator exclaimed in shock, the Innate Eight Trigrams Array Map, created by Emperor Fu Xi from observing the changes in the heavens and earth, was fearsomely powerful.

Unexpectedly today, Emperor Fu Xi directly intended to give this Innate Eight Trigrams Array Map to Ren Changsheng.

"Eight Trigrams!"

Ren Changsheng was also stunned for a moment, but the Innate Eight Trigrams Array Map in the Primordial should be considered a fine item; why would this person from Primordial give it directly to him?

"This Innate Eight Trigrams Array Map, created by myself, with this map at hand, as long as you do not encounter Quasi-Saint powerhouses from the demon race, it can protect you unharmed!"

Looking at Ren Changsheng, Fu Xi said solemnly.

Just now, he couldn’t help but internally calculate a bit about Ren Changsheng, but discovered that the young man before him was shrouded in haziness; what he saw was a churn of chaos, within which Hongmeng light faintly emitted.

Wanting to probe further, but finding his own spirit trembling, Fu Xi quickly stopped, yet his heart was filled with astonishment and doubt.