In this process, they felt like they were in a dark forest.
Unable to communicate, as they couldn’t tell who was friend and who was an enemy already under the Divine Monarch’s control.
Unable to pass on their legacy, as there was always malice from Baiyujing, crushing the fists they had just clenched.
They lost more and more, and history beca legends that could only be passed down orally through poetry.
But as ti passed, the title of Human Emperor grew ever more radiant, becoming a spiritual totem-like symbol.
The Human Emperor will return, the Human Emperor will lead them to drive away the Divine Monarch and restore freedom to the Holy Land.
True or not, all the villages and tribes still resisting believed this in their hearts.
Because of this ethereal legend, which might even be a fabrication by the remnants themselves, they persevered until now.
When Su La’s tribe, by chance, unearthed a stone stele buried deep underground and then discovered that the stone stele reacted with the suddenly appearing square pig, they wove another story for themselves.
An unrealistic story about resistance and freedom.
They would rely on the Protector and the Stone Stele to find the Human Emperor, reclaim their power, and finally attack Baiyujing.
Just like a dream.
So when this dream ca true and the Human Emperor appeared in front of them, the repression that had been building in Su La’s heart since childhood finally erupted completely.
Yet even so, she was still afraid.
Afraid it was another trick by Baiyujing.
Afraid that when she looked up, she would see an Immortal in a Colorful Robe, expressionless, asking her, "Little friend, what are you expecting?"
Afraid the Human Emperor wasn’t truly interested in them, just ca to take a look and would vanish again.
Afraid that everything in the Holy Land, including the Divine Monarch, was part of the Human Emperor’s plan.
But none of these things happened.
The Human Emperor, holding a dog and a pig, followed by a blue mushroom, only placed a hand on her head, gently patted it, and said one thing.
"Don’t worry, the Divine Monarch will surely die."
Hearing this, Su La cried and then, amidst her tears, began to laugh.
As for Su La’s grandfather, his heart was even more repressed, but being an old man, clinging to the Human Emperor’s arm and crying was sothing he just couldn’t do.
So, he turned and looked at the Little Earth Immortal sitting on the back of his deer and spoke.
"Press , with all your strength."
Although he didn’t understand what the old man ant, the Little Earth Immortal, adhering to the principle of custor first, took out his equipnt from his overalls pocket.
A special edition of the Thousand chanism Power Armor gloves for children, used by low-level cultivators for digging.
Activating the gloves, the Little Earth Immortal pressed a finger on the old man’s waist.
"Oh, ho ho ho, it’s the Human Emperor, oh ho ho ho ho..."
Watching this heartwarming scene, Li, whose identity had unknowingly shifted from the Primordial protector of legend to the pig held by the Human Emperor, secretly raised a little walnut.
Quietly took a picture.
Li thought for a mont, did not place the photo in the tabloid folder used to blackmail Zhang Ze, but put it in the educational materials folder, thinking the photo might be useful soday.
...
Perhaps the heavy burden in her heart had finally lifted, as Su La’s stomach began to growl again. With Zhang Ze’s permission, she picked up the deceitful-looking fruits from the plate and consud them, akin to opening a blind box.
She temporarily put all her worries aside, for now, she only wanted to fill her stomach.
Then Zhang Ze ca to Su La’s grandfather, who was again satisfied, and fed him a mint-flavored Soul Reviving Pill to bring back his spirit.
Zhang Ze said to the old man.
"Just assu I am afraid of trouble. For now, don’t spread the story of the Human Emperor outside. Try to explain it to your tribe, give a reasonable identity, and leave the rest to ."
After saying this, Zhang Ze took out a Magical Artifact with special edition Fuji collectible inscribed on it from his pocket and handed it to Su La’s grandfather, teaching him how to use it.
"With this, you can lift the strange techniques I placed on your tribe.
"Be careful when doing so, so as not to harm your own people."
After giving his instructions, Zhang Ze looked back at the stone stele, took out a little notebook, and started to plan the next course of action.
"Damn it, I seem to have a big problem, dreaming and saving with no sense of order..."
Pen in hand, Zhang Ze suddenly began a baseless reflection.
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