Chapter 898: Chapter 377: Jiu Shui and Ancestral Human Biography (Two-in-One)_2

The Human Ancestor was greatly shocked.

He couldn’t understand this guy’s world, thinking that this person is a terrifying monster.

"Are you really not going to join my army? You can practice, your aptitude must be good."

"No, I don’t want a crooked flower on my neck, and I don’t want to go mad."

...

Another millennium passed, the Human Ancestor frequently sought him out to reminisce, talk, and speak of ideals.

The Ape Era had already passed, the Ape God entered his twilight years and had evolved the silk hair Divine Techniques to their peak.

The Ape God gradually transformed monkeys into humans, their outer hair receding, becoming dense internal meridians; it was the Hairless Ape era.

The Ape God was formally known to the people as the Human God.

The streets were densely packed with people.

The Human Ancestor also met him, Jiu Sui also disguised as a person, reincarnated among the crowd.

"How did you transform into a human?"

"I discovered that I was incompatible with the surrounding Hairless Apes. When I died in one life, I attempted to learn their structure and retracted the hair successfully, transforming into a human."

The Human Ancestor was indescribably shocked, utterly speechless.

Yet he never again persuaded him to join his army.

"I am preparing to act after the Human God dies."

"I want to seize power! I will become the Emperor of the next era, infiltrate the pseudo-human hierarchy, become the Pseudo-Human King of the next era, and with the identity of the Pseudo-Human King, overthrow them and restore the era of the Human Race."

Jiu Sui: "You will die, even if you have a crooked neck flower and the aura of a pseudo-human, infiltrating them, you are too easily exposed as a real person."

"Hahaha, will I die? Of course, I’ll die! I was born to overthrow the pseudo-humans, I need to see the pseudo-humans die!! I want to kill them all, I want to ascend to the pinnacle of this world, do you know what pain I’ve endured? I want to kill, kill, kill! At all costs, I must infiltrate them! I am the last hope of the Human Race!! Hahaha!! Hahaha!!"

The Human Ancestor yelled until he was sobbing.

He was engulfed by immense resentment, never able to forget the stiff, grotesque smiles of the pseudo-humans in his hometown cave, nor the constant possession of his family and friends.

This elderly man had endured too long.

He harbored waves of hatred within his heart, yearning to unleash it upon the heavens and earth.

That day, the snow and wind were fierce.

In his eyes, there was an enduring flame that grew ever stronger, seemingly never to extinguish.

A resounding voice echoed in the room.

"I will win, I definitely will."

"I will not persuade you to travel with me any longer."

He vanished into the snowstorm.

This was destined to be a lonely and perilous path.

Jiu Shui turned around, raised his head in front of the window, gazed at the dense threads in the sky, then sat back at his desk, and began writing the Ancestral Human Biography.

...

...

A thousand years later.

Jiu Shui lived many lifetimes, growing ever more skilled, as death and rebirth became his main theme, living continually as a mortal.

The Human Ancestor returned once more.

He succeeded; after the Human God died, he ascended the throne as the new Emperor, ruling over the Immortal Sect.

The name Human Ancestor was truly deserved.

But in the entire dynasty, he was the only real Emperor; the rest of the Immortal Sect, Great Sect, and court ministers were all pseudo-humans.

He moved forward with difficulty, his steps precarious as if treading on thin ice.

The Human Ancestor only drank with him, the crushing pressure left him extremely worn, his hair turned white, "Speaking of which, it’s strange, you’re a mortal, probably lived dozens of lifetimes already, you Ghost King truly do not cultivate?"

"I don’t want to grow crooked-neck flowers."

The Human Ancestor sighed: "We humans are born weak, without innate Divine Techniques, only by parasitizing pseudo-humans, can we attain Divine Techniques."

"I secretly nurtured some human Powerhouses using the identity of Emperor, allowing them to reverse possess pseudo-humans and grow crooked-neck flowers; only by leveraging their pseudo-human strength might we emerge victorious and defeat the pseudo-humans."

Another millennium.

The Human Ancestor frequently returned to drink, confiding in him the state of the world, his imperial majesty growing ever stronger, and he becoming increasingly weary.

"They might have already realized I am human."

"The entire dynasty as enemies, with the entire dynasty as enemies!"

The Human Ancestor was already an old man in appearance, his heart lonely and melancholic, frail beyond measure, he gulped down his drink.

He recited: "I have waited too long, Ape Era, Human God Era, waiting for the Human God to age and die... now, the decisive battle is due, I have extraterrestrial allies, not necessarily doomed to lose."

"Have you recorded my story?"

"I have recorded it."

"Let me see."

He glanced through the pages of Ancestral Human Biography, hesitated at the blank last page, then grabbed a pen, moistened it with ink, and wrote:

[When will my homeland be returned? May my Human Race possess our own Techniques, possess my tribe’s Path, and witness this moment as the true self.] 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He put down the pen, stood still for a moment, "I know your obsession is survival, but the world always prevents you from surviving."

Then he turned and left through the door.

Upon stepping outside, the Human Ancestor was already calm, glancing at his confidants and subordinates waiting at the entrance.

"Let’s go." He recited: "For our future children, to know who I am, rather than opening that ridiculous Three Flowers and perishing due to possession."

Afterwards, he disappeared into the snowstorm.

...

Subsequently, one day in a teahouse, he heard the news that the Human Ancestor went mad, killed most of the Immortal Cultivation Great Powers, the heavens and earth stained with blood.

After that, the Human Ancestor disappeared, the dynasty changed.

The Human Ancestor lost.

Pseudo-humans continued to rule the era.

The young man didn’t think much, put away the Ancestral Human Biography at the bottom compartment of the room.

Because of his parents, family members dying one by one in front of him, he experienced the deepest despair, creating an obsession with survival, pure to the extreme, which allowed him to live again and again.