Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

Fang Yang's eyes were deep and firm. Everyone could see themselves in Fang Yang's eyes. The atmosphere in the whole venue was extremely tense, as if the void had solidified.

Fang Yang glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "When the world was first created, Pangu transformed all things, and all the races in the heavens were born. In the first calamity of Longhan, the three schools of immortals, demons, and Confucianism pushed the three innate races to fight behind the scenes in order to unite humanity, but because of Luohou, humanity died halfway."

"When the witch and demon calamity came, the witch and demon races rose up, respectively in charge of the earth and the sky, and re-established civilization. However, the battle between witches and demons finally destroyed the civilization that had developed in a calamity."

"After the witch and demon calamity, the human race replaced the witch and demon races. The saints of Xuanmen joined forces to repel Pangu League and finally established humanity"

As Fang Yang spoke, an illusory world appeared in the venue. Some pictures were played in 3D. These pictures are like the development history of humanity.

The existence above the quasi-saint is fine, but the participants below the quasi-saint hardly know this history. After seeing this, they were all deeply shocked.

After seeing these pictures, they all thought that the trip was worthwhile.

In the past, they did not dare to calculate history at all, for fear of calculating the great power and being backlashed. Now with Fang Yang as a backup, they can watch it boldly. Even if they see the battles of the peerless overlords such as Luohou, Zulong, and the mosaic version of Hongjun Laozu, they will not be in any danger.

Through Fang Yang's words, they seemed to have returned to the past and witnessed everything in the past with their own eyes.

No! It's not as if, they really returned to the past.

Everyone stood in the void, watching a big hole in the sky in the distance, and the weak water of the Tianhe River poured down. A woman with a human body and a snake tail held a five-colored divine stone in her hand and tried hard to repair the big hole.

"The witch and the demon calamity, the collapse of Mount Buzhou, we have returned to the ancient flood period!"

Ji Daoren grabbed a white cloud, pinched it with his hands, and found that the cloud was real.

The leader of the Yamete tribe is called Fairy Kongdie. She is a graceful woman with a poetic and picturesque appearance and a pure taste between her eyebrows.

She took a deep breath, stuck out her tongue, licked the sweet air, and made a sound like the sound of nature: "Wow! It's really the breath of ancient times!"

Elder Ji Bochang glanced at Fairy Kongdie and frowned slightly. For some reason, he always felt that Fairy Kongdie and he had a fate.

Everyone cherished this opportunity very much. They knew that there were not many opportunities to go back to the past and feel the weight of history intuitively.

With the Heavenly Dao suppressing the long river of fate, no one could go upstream at all, let alone go back to the past and change the past.

They were able to go back to the past thanks to the power of humanity. Only the power of the earth and humanity can break through the blockade of the Heavenly Dao and come to the past.

However, even so, Fang Yang was not going to change history. It was meaningless.

After the death of the Daluo Jinxian, he would be dragged into Guixu, which was not in the past or the future. That is to say, even if we go back to the past, we can only bring the existence below Daluo to the present world.

After taking everyone to read the history of humanity, Fang Yang flicked his finger and everyone returned to the present world.

"Have you ever thought about where the future of humanity is?"

As his words fell, everyone began to think.

Where is the future of humanity, how can they know? They are not the spokespersons of humanity, and everything about humanity is not something they can decide.

Even if they have their own opinions, they dare not say them! The spokesperson of humanity is sitting in front of them, how can they interfere?

The patriarch of the Tianniu tribe saw that no one answered, and wanted to show his face in front of Fang Yang, and try to leave a good impression in Fang Yang's heart.

He stood up, saluted, and his voice was steady and powerful: "The leader is the spokesperson of humanity, and my Tianniu tribe is willing to swear allegiance to the death, and everything will be subject to the orders of the leader!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of others lit up.

No matter how many holes there are, flattery will never be worn out. No matter what the answer to the question is, they will never be wrong to show their loyalty.

"The leader has extraordinary cultivation and wisdom. The Wusheng Sect you founded is the most powerful in the world. If it were you, you would surely lead humanity to prosperity and surpass the heavenly and earthly ways!"

"The leader is compassionate and wins people over with virtue. He is a model for all immortals and demons. Your guidance is the only correct indicator."

"You are the great saint, sage, and leader of the past and present, with the greatest magic power, wisdom, cultivation, magical powers, and virtue!"

The whole venue was filled with praises. Everyone wanted to praise Fang Yang as the most perfect person in the world, from ancient times to the present.

Fang Yang listened to the praises of these people, and kept a smile on his face, but there was no joy in his eyes. He did not mean to look down on these people, because he had also been a small person and knew that these were the ways of survival for small people.

In the past, when he faced Lu Yue's disciples, he would greet them with a smile and treat them as snakes. What qualifications did he have to look down on these people in front of him?

However, what these people said was really meaningless.

He knew very well how capable he was. If he was really that good, he would not have practiced the innate Pangu Dharma, but would have been able to comprehend his own way of proving the truth from the beginning.

He was just an ordinary person, but he came to where he is today because he stood on Pangu's shoulders and had the support of Hongjun Laozu and Hou Tu Niangniang.

He was always sober and never thought he was great.

When everyone saw Fang Yang remained silent, they realized that their flattery might have hit the wrong horse. They immediately stopped praising him and looked at Fang Yang nervously.

Since everyone knew when to stop, Fang Yang did not pursue the matter: "You are wrong. Humanity does not belong to me alone. I am just the spokesperson for humanity. The real decision for the future of humanity is you, everyone present, and all the living beings in the prehistoric world."

His voice was like thunder, exploding in the air, and every cultivator attending the conference felt his seriousness. Fang Yang was not joking, not saying clichés, but speaking the truth.

"Is it us?"

"Why, we are so weak, what can we do for humanity?"

Everyone began to have doubts in their hearts. They had never felt this way before. It turned out that the spokesperson for humanity actually valued them so much.

"Yes! It is you! You should know that humanity is the collection of all living beings. Without all living beings, there is no humanity. All the races in the heavens, whether strong or weak, are all part of humanity. Only when all the races in the heavens are strong, can humanity be truly strong."

In this paragraph, Fang Yang expressed his final intention.

In the past, the Wusheng Sect had limited strength and could only preach among the human race. However, if you want to let all living beings perform the Tao to a higher level, you must preach among all the races in the heavens. (End of this chapter)