Yu, surnamed Si, named Wenming, known as Dayu and Emperor Yu in history, was the leader of the Xia Dynasty and the founding king of the Xia Dynasty. Yu was the great-great-grandson of the Yellow Emperor. His father's name was Gun, and he was conferred the title of Earl by Emperor Yao. People called him "Chongbo Gun" or "Chongbo". His mother was Xiu Ji, the daughter of the Youshen family. A thousand years ago, Yu had managed the Yellow River and succeeded Shun's throne. Under the support of the vassals, King Yu officially ascended the throne and made Yangcheng his capital.
He was the first king of the Xia Dynasty, the founder of the clan system, the creator of the era, and the legendary " King of Mankind." As the saying went," Dayu controls the water, and the nine cauldrons control the Divine Land."
This was the saying of the former king and sage, Confucius: Dayu, I have nothing to do. Eat less and be filial to ghosts and gods, wear less clothes and be beautiful, live in a humble palace and do your best. Dayu, I have nothing to do. Sima Qian said: Yao met the flood, Li people suffered from famine. Dayu worked hard to dig ditches, and his hands and feet were covered with calluses. The four seasons of speech and action are the same. When you marry a wife, you will not be selfish when you pass the door. After the nine lands have been governed, Xuan Gui is given here.
This figure, this existence, seemed to have been engraved in the blood of the Chinese people. At this moment, when they saw the image of the Great Yu in the void, every one of their eyes could not help but be moved and filled with deep respect.
How did Huaxia grow from a small tribe of a few hundred people on the high slope of the yellow earth to the point where it once dominated East Asia and became the only lighthouse of civilization in the known world?
They relied on their powerful assimilation ability and unparalleled farming techniques. It was also because of the previous kings who led their ancestors to fight against the heavens, the earth, and the people. Finally, they left behind such a huge territory and endless population for their descendants.
The symbol of the Chinese was to worship their ancestors, acknowledge the ancestors of the Yan Huang clan, and respect their ancestors. It was not the opposite. How could someone who did not even recognize their ancestors be Chinese? For China, bloodline, skin color, and race were never the key. The key was cultural recognition and the coincidence of beliefs.
At this moment, when the former king's figure appeared in the void, all of China, regardless of which race it was, as long as they recognized the identity of a Chinese, could not help but feel excited. They could vaguely feel their blood burning in their hearts at this moment, and their blood was also bursting.
" Great Yu! That's Saint King Great Yu!"
Some people raised their heads and bowed, their expressions fanatical and devout.
"Yu the Great transformed the Nine States and controlled the water in China!”
There were also people who talked about the achievements of this Saint King in the river of time. Of course, there were also people who did not recognize China at all and were not Chinese at all.
However, although these people were not filled with reverence, this god-like scene had deeply impacted their hearts, causing them to forcefully suppress their original thoughts.
In this case, what everyone, or perhaps no one at all, noticed was that threads began to gather above the heads of the Chinese people, forming a thin line of sight, heading towards Jiang Chen who was still on the Stairway to Heaven.
Huaxia, or rather, the human race, was still the leader of all living things. They were also the protagonists of heaven and earth. When their thoughts gathered and everyone's hearts were touched by the former king, they had vaguely formed a resonance that only existed in the unseen world.
In the sky, above Jiang Chen, the illusory Great Dao suddenly shook. The next moment, countless threads gathered and the entire Great Dao seemed to be sublimated.
The Dao of Man had gathered the fate of the Human Race. Once this Great Dao was completely sublimated, he would become a true Dao of Man, an existence on par with the Heavenly Dao. It might even be higher than the other 3,000 Great Daos and become a supreme existence. It might even be able to help him take that final step.
However, that was something that happened later. At this time, humanity was subliming, and Jiang Chen's aura was also subliming step by step. With the formation of the stairway, he seemed to have gone back in time and stepped into the ancient times.
In a trance, Jiang Chen could feel that he seemed to have picked up the mountain axe again. He was once again in the desolate world filled with floods. At home, the woman was waiting. Surrounded by the nine cauldrons, he seemed to be about to take another step forward.
"Buzz!"
The void rippled slightly. At the moment Jiang Chen was in a daze, the golden color spread under his feet again. A staircase appeared and his figure took another step forward.
With just one step, the entire void shook again. At the same time, Jiang Chen's aura seemed to have sublimated again. What was even more strange was that on the image of King Yu, the void rippled as if another image of a different dimension began to appear.
The scene this time was much more blurry compared to the Great Yu's scene. At this moment, it was even impossible to see the existence in the scene clearly. It was as if the long river of time was blocking everything.
However, one could still vaguely sense that it was a blood-colored world. A stifling aura began to spread out, causing one's entire body to involuntarily be filled with an unprecedented coldness.
"Buzz!"
When Jiang Chen's second foot stepped onto the first step of the stairway, the entire scene shook slightly at this moment. It was as if the river of time shook slightly. The next moment, the scene began to move from blurry to clear in everyone's vision.
This was a broken world. The setting sun was like blood, and the gray sky was drizzling. It dripped onto the strange ground. It was a plain.
The plains were vast, and it seemed as if they could not see the end. There were no flowers, grass, insects, or even a single beast. There was only a deathly silence here.
On the plains, there were piles of bones. The sea of bones was enough to make one's scalp go numb.
Broken armors and weapons could be seen everywhere. Bright red blood had gradually gathered into a stream, and wandering souls drifted in it. This place was like a paradise for the dead.
In this blood-red world, a blurry figure stood still. Even though there was an incomparably huge existence in front of him that seemed to cover the world, it was the same. In his hand was a long sword that could not be seen clearly. Because a person was a world, a natural moat.
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(This one was originally not planned, but it was written in the end. The reason is very simple. There are some people and some things that we should not forget. Without the previous king's arduous journey, what can we talk about?）
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