My Twenty-four Heavens

　　 "My people can see with their own eyes the human race from being backward and barbaric to today's civilized race. I have no regrets in my life."

　　 Facing the imminent death, Fuxi had no fear on his face, only free and easy and hope for the younger generation.

　　 Looking at the clansmen crowded in the room, as well as his wife and children, Fuxi sat upright weakly, with a weak tone:

　　 "Probably the only regret is that after so many years, I never saw the wise giant who gave me the holy sword and civilization."

　　 "I guess I will never see him again. If any of you can see him in the future, you must respect him as much as I do."

　　 "Because without him, there would be no us today."

　　 "The most important thing is... I still don't understand what the sacred light is on him, let alone what the clothes he is wearing."

　　 Thinking of the wise and humble Fuxi, the wise and humble Fuxi, who is still deeply imprinted in his heart for decades, his heart is full of awe and gratitude.

　　 For everything that Fuxi said, everyone in the tribe agreed with it from the heart.

　　Because these people also grew up listening to the stories of the wise giants, they also knew what benefits the wise giants bestowed on their tribe.

　　 "After I die, Shennong will be the leader of the tribe."

　　 "His ability is not inferior to mine, and he is also very good at distinguishing food, which can make the life of the tribe more prosperous."

　　 "And Shennong is still young, he can lead the entire tribe for at least 20 years."

　　 "In these twenty years, you will face the giant beasts together and continue the glory of our civilization."

　　 At the last moment of his life, Fu Xi still missed his tribe. He gave the position of the tribe's patriarch to a more capable Shennong.

　　 After confessing his last words, he solemnly handed the Xuanyuan Sword to Shennong. Under Shennong's tearful assurance, Fuxi's eyes began to loosen.

　　 The flame outside the window greeted his distracted eyes, causing him to see the giant radiating divine light in a daze:

　　 "Wisdom giant, you are so powerful, you must be alive, right?"

　　 "It's a shame that I can't keep on going. I wish I could see you once..."

　　 "I don't know if I will feel warm and calm in front of you."

　　 Fuxi closed her eyes slowly, but the corners of her mouth curled up quietly. When she died, she seemed to be a child who dreamed of a toy she liked.

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　　 In the sad mood of the entire tribe, Shennong held up the golden Xuanyuan sword and became the chief of the tribe.

　　Although he has enough prestige in the tribe, in the hearts of the tribe people, the emperor will always only have Fuxi.

　　 As Fuxi's heir, Shennong also firmly believes that he is far less great than Fuxi.

　　 "His Majesty the Emperor led the human race from the primitive wilderness to civilization. Every step is densely covered with thorns, and it took countless blood and tears to have today's tribe and civilization."

　　 "As the successor of His Majesty the Emperor, what I have to do is not to conquer this world, but to let my people live and multiply here."

　　 On the first day he succeeded as a leader, Shennong knew what kind of leader he should be.

　　 So relying on the farming and animal husbandry techniques recorded on Xuanyuan Sword, Shennong relied on his own wisdom to invent Lei Lei, the most primitive plow, and laid the foundation for the tribe’s farming.

　　With the tools of farming, the tribe’s survival mode has officially changed from fishing and hunting in the Fuxi era to farming, and life can be better preserved.

　　 But this is not enough. In the first ten years of his reign, Shennong has made many contributions to the development of tribal civilization.

　　 Faced with the invasion of foreign tribes, Shennong cut wood into a bow, protecting people's lives and the fruits of labor.

　　 In order to store food and water, Shennong also figured out how to make pottery based on a few words on Xuanyuan Sword.

　　 The tribe is getting richer and more powerful.

　　 In contrast, the other tribes still live a life of rumoring and drinking blood.

　　 Like Fuxi, Shennong has a natural tolerance for the human race.

　　 Seeing other human beings live like beasts, Shennong allowed them to join his tribe.

　　For these outsiders, Shennong uses Japan and China as the market, allowing the tribesmen in the tribe to barter regardless of their origin.

　　 Shennong saw that the tribe people covered their bodies with leaves and animal skins, so he taught the people Masang to be cloth, and for the first time humans had real clothes.

　　 This is a major step taken by mankind from an obscure society to a civilized society.

　　 But the good times did not last long. In the second ten years, Shennong ushered in the biggest crisis since his reign!

　　The land that was originally fertile enough to be harvested by dropping a seed, but I don’t know why it is no longer suitable for plant growth.

　　 Even the newly cultivated land becomes extremely barren after a few crops.

　　Without crops, the growing tribe will once again face hunger, and can only survive by stroking grass seeds, picking wild fruits, and hunting birds and beasts.

　　 The fewer birds in the sky, the less the beasts in the ground, and even the plants that grow on the ground, many of them are poisonous.

　　 Faced with a sudden disaster, Shennong, the leader of the tribe, stepped forward. He decided to taste the herbs in the world to determine which foods are edible and which ones are not.

　　 In this way, Shennong held a whip made of rattan, and walked away to drive away the poisonous snakes and venomous insects hidden in the mountains and forests. When he saw something he could eat, he personally tried poison.

　　 His legs are swollen, his feet are callused, and he keeps walking.

　　 Shennong escaped countless times. In the worst case, he planted more than 70 kinds of poison at the same time, but he survived firmly.

　　 It took a full year, and Shennong succeeded. He tasted all the herbs.

　　 Back to the tribe, Shennong summed up his own experience into the "Shen Nong Hundred Grass Scriptures". From then on, the tribe was able to clearly distinguish what is edible and what is not.

　　 Because of the "Shen Nong Hundred Grass Scriptures", mankind finally has the ability to heal diseases, and Shennong's reputation among the tribes suddenly reached its peak.

　　 As for the big problem that the land is no longer fertile, Shennong also brought back a solution.

　　 In the process of tasting Baicao, Shennong discovered that the land burned by wildfires can often give birth to more vigorous vitality.

　　 So, Shennong led the tribe to burn the fields with flames, and the land became fertile again.

　　 The flames of the land rejuvenated the tribe with vitality and firepower.

　　 And because of Shennong's dedication to death and his contribution to the tribe's inheritance and development, Shennong finally got a new name.

　　 He is as great as the earth, and he belongs to the tribe.

　　 He burned the earth with flames, bringing hope for the continuation of the tribe. He was also Emperor Yan.