"What do you think, friend?"
The three Ancestors of the Human Tribe asked nervously. Huang Hao was Cangjie's teacher and the disciple of a Sage. If he became a Sage Master, he would be of great help to the Human Tribe.
Now that they had already given half of the Human Race's luck to Huang Hao, it would be awkward if Huang Hao forcefully refused.
"Thanks to the appreciation of my three brothers, I am Cangjie's teacher, and now I am the teacher of thousands of human beings!”
Huang Hao nodded. Whether the Human Race could rise was a gamble for the three ancestors, but Huang Hao knew that it was inevitable for the Human Race to rise. Becoming a sagemaster was beneficial and not harmful.
Perhaps as the Sagemaster, he needed to step out and help the Human Race at certain critical moments. However, Huang Hao was loyal to the Human Race. If they were in trouble, he would definitely help. This small price was not worth mentioning.
The three forefathers heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the affirmative answer.
"With a person like the Sagemaster around, there is hope for our human race to prosper…It's getting late. It's time for us to return to our tribes.”
After chatting with Cangjie and Huang Hao for a while, Third Ancestor stood up and asked to leave.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Is it because my tribe didn't treat you well enough?”
Cangjie wanted to persuade them to stay. The three Ancestors of the Human Tribe were experienced and knowledgeable, so Cangjie wanted to talk to them for a while.
The human ancestor shook his head and sighed.
" There are many matters in the tribe, so I can't stay here. Once Fourth Brother's tribe is settled, he can bring 100 billion people to the Human Race's ancestral land.”
Saying so, Third Ancestor instructed Cangjie.
In the Untainted Land, the Four Ancestors of the Human Tribe had made great contributions to their clansmen. At the same time, they were equally respected.
In the end, under Cangjie's strong persuasion, the three Ancestors of the Human Tribe had to stay in the Cang Tribe for another three days. After three days, they took the stone with 3,000 characters and left.
The third ancestor needed to return to his tribe as soon as possible to promote the written language and guard an area. The current human race was really too weak and needed experts to guard it.
If it weren't for the fact that the Human Race had another Ancestor of Literature, the three ancestors wouldn't have been willing to travel far away.
In short, the human race was too weak and it was difficult to survive in the Primordial World.
"Cultivate well. I'm going to Buzhou Mountain soon.”
Seeing the three Ancestors of the Human Race off, Huang Hao bid farewell to Cangjie.
Because of a sudden impulse, Huang Hao had stayed in the human tribe for more than twenty years. He had even taken in a disciple and become the human Saint Master. It was quite a sight to behold.
However, all good things must come to an end. It was time to leave.
"Master, must you leave?"
Huang Hao treated him like his own son. Cangjie's parents had died early and his grandfather had passed away not long ago. It could be said that Huang Hao was his only relative now. After hearing that Huang Hao was leaving, Cangjie couldn't bear to let him go. He couldn't help but tear up.
"A real man should be indomitable. You're still a human ancestor. How can you cry like a little girl?”
"Moreover, I am going to seek opportunities, not to say goodbye forever. If you miss me, you can come to the Jade Mirage Palace on Kunlun Mountain to see me in the future.”
Huang Hao and Cangjie had stayed together for so long. It was impossible to say that they had no feelings for each other.
However, Huang Hao knew that Cangjie's Tao was in the Human Tribe, in the Heaven and Earth, but his own Tao was not in this small tribe. He was destined to leave.
" Master, I will build a temple for you and pay respects to the sagemaster during festivals…"
As Huang Hao walked further and further away, Cangjie shouted loudly.
Huang Hao didn't object. He didn't make a sound or turn around. He turned into a stream of light and headed toward Buzhou Mountain.
The path of cultivation was like this. Sorrow, joy, separation, life, and death were all normal. One should not put too much thought into it.
It had been more than 30 years since Huang Hao left the sect, and there were less than 170 years left until the Three Religious Forum.
Huang Hao began to put away his thoughts and stopped paying attention to the magnificent scenery in the Wilderness. Instead, he started to look for the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures he needed.
Fortunately, the Primordial World was still rich in spiritual energy. Although all kinds of natural treasures were not everywhere, it was not difficult to find them.
On the way to Buzhou Mountain, Huang Hao would stop whenever he saw a strange aura, searching for the source of the strange aura.
Under Huang Hao's careful search, he discovered many treasures, such as: Sun and Moon Immortal Essence, Cold Snow Dew, Strange Branch Fruit, etc. These could quickly recover magic power after consumption. Of course, they would occasionally encounter demon beasts guarding the treasures.
Those were not powerful characters, and they were all repelled or killed by him.
Huang Hao collected these things not to increase his strength, but to strengthen his body and refine his body to further improve his Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
A few years later, Huang Hao looked into the distance and saw a towering mountain. It stood tall and straight, shining brightly throughout the four seasons. It was an example that would be passed down through the ages, enlightening all living things.
"The South Mountain is the most important mountain in the world, and the Sun Moon Stone is the most important mountain in the world. The high peaks leave shadows at night, and the deep valleys are dark during the day.”
Huang Hao recited a poem, thinking that this was the first divine mountain in Untainted Land, Mount Buzhou, which was transformed from the backbone of the Great God Pangu. He was excited to finally see it after being out for so long.
At this time, the Sorcerer Tribe was flourishing. Even the Sages were unwilling to provoke them. The vicinity of Mount Buzhou had become the Sorcerer Tribe's territory. Outsiders could not enter at all.
On the vast land, the tribes and villages of the Sorcerer Tribe could be seen everywhere.
In some tribes, Huang Hao could sense streams of powerful qi and blood from afar. Those were Senior Magi.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Huang Hao concealed his magic power and blood essence with his supernatural power and quietly stepped on Buzhou Mountain.
Arriving at his destination, Huang Hao wasn't in a hurry to rush. He slowed down and no longer used the laws of light.
The Laws of Light was one of Huang Hao's trump cards. He usually used it when he was traveling, so not many people could see it clearly. There were too many powerful warriors of the Sorcerer Tribe near Mount Buzhou, and there were many who could see his ability, such as the Ancestor of Time, Candle Dragon, and the Ancestor of Space, Di Jiang.
In terms of speed, the two of them were definitely faster than him. In terms of speed in the Primordial World, there should be nothing that could compare to the speed of light other than spacetime.
If they walked too fast, they would not be able to see the magnificent scenery of Buzhou Mountain.
Stepping on this divine mountain, Huang Hao quickly felt the pressure coming from the mountain itself.
As the pillar of Pan Gu's spine, after tens of thousands of years, there was still a trace of Pan Gu's aura on Buzhou Mountain.
When they were at the foot of the mountain, the pressure from Buzhou Mountain was still small. The higher they climbed, the stronger the pressure became.
Huang Hao felt as if he was in the deep sea. Huge pressure surged from all directions. It was as if a mountain was on his shoulders.
This was the remnant power of the Great God Pangu. It was hard to imagine how powerful the Great God Pangu was when he was still alive.
After climbing a quarter of the way up, Huang Hao started to slow down.
Some people said that under extreme pressure, the pressure on your body was like a hundred beautiful girls in high heels standing on top of you.
This was a metaphor for finding joy in suffering, but when you felt the pressure yourself, you couldn't laugh at all.
Huang Hao lamented that the 100 beautiful girls on his shoulders were like 100 prehistoric ferocious beasts wearing high heels. This feeling was not good.
But then again, the Spiritual Qi on Mount Buzhou was really rich, even more so than the dojo of a saint.
Buzhou Mountain was full of Spiritual Qi, but there were few Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. The Wu Tribe must have gotten there before them.
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