CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 106: THE FOURTH DAY OF GOD, LOVE, RAGE, SORROW, JOY, HATRED!

The old man continued speaking.

Good times don’t last long, after a period of sweetness, Hongqi discovered that his beloved wife was being sneaky with the tribe’s followers and hiding something.

Hongqi began to eavesdrop on their conversations and discovered that from the start it was a conspiracy.

The followers hired this beautiful wife, who from the beginning was deceiving him, attempting to kill him, and seeing his old age, they harbored evil intentions to seize his power.

The old man paused and said softly, "Hongqi’s blood was boiling. He had poured his all into the tribe, giving everything, but was met with betrayal. At that moment, he suddenly understood the feeling of the Ancient God Jiaxia being attacked by mortals back then!"

"In his heart, an unimaginable, obscure emotion arose—anger!"

"It was the most primal emotion of a beast! Enraged, he burst into that secret meeting and killed his beloved woman. Watching her fall into a pool of blood, a unique sadness was born in his heart—sorrow."

"Sorrow is the grief of losing a loved one, regardless of whether the loved one has betrayed oneself, an instinctual emotion." The old man paused,

"He also killed those few wicked and disgraceful subordinates, watching their ugly faces beg for mercy before dying, a sense of satisfaction from avenging himself arose—joy."

The old man smiled at this point.

The children nearby exclaimed in delight, "I understand! Is this the story of the Human Ancestor acquiring love, anger, sorrow, and joy after the world’s creation?"

"Don’t you feel like some emotions are missing?" The old man asked, gently touching the child’s head.

"Something is missing," the children curiously tilted their heads.

But the old man continued with the next part of the story, speaking calmly, "After Hongqi killed off the entire tribe that conspired to kill him, he came to his senses, began to organize everything, and discovered the books left to him by those prehistoric beings, uncovering a truth."

"But hadn’t he already discovered the truth?" The children asked.

"No, it’s the truth beyond the truth."

The old man recounted the ancient tale, saying, "Hongqi destroyed everyone in the tribe with his ’flood’ of anger but learned from those legacy books that the whole tribe had been hiding the fact from him—they were studying how to make their incomplete race truly complete beings."

"In reality, the subordinates were helping Hongqi become a true human. Combining the history before the flood, they deemed humans to be extremely sinful and incomplete. Through discussion, they believed human beings should possess love, anger, sorrow, joy, and hate, five emotions.

Thus, they used their remaining few lives to create this deception, hinting at memories, perfectly shaping personalities, and even the Human Ancestor couldn’t detect their disguise, helping him acquire love, anger, sorrow, joy, and hate."

"Because the Human Ancestor was aging, if he couldn’t break through, he would only meet death... The Human Ancestor Hongqi ordered his followers to find ways to prolong life, they researched various methods but ultimately discovered the ultimate way—first become human."

"Subordinates helped him gain emotions of love, anger, sorrow, and joy, but lacked hate." The children found it interesting.

"That came soon enough."

On the street, the old man looked up, gazing at the slowly rising dawn, the radiant light bathing the old man’s face in deep red,

"After knowing the chain of truths, he began to hate himself, thus there was the ultimate... hate."

"Hate ranked last in the birth of human emotions, symbolizing its uniqueness. A person’s life is like the sun; love, anger, sorrow, and joy will dissipate, but hate can last a lifetime."

"Love cannot last a lifetime, but hate can!" The children understood, yet didn’t fully grasp.

Speaking of history, Hongqi possessed five emotions and became a complete person, undergoing transformation.

At this moment, the sky was bright, shimmering in all colors, and the god who guided them descended again.

The ancient deity smiled and asked Hongqi, "Earth’s humanity, you’ve learned sorrow, joy, anger, and hate on your own, though still with deception and selfishness... but you are no longer without value. You allowed yourself to feel Jiaxia’s heartache upon betrayal and experience the pain of wanting to unleash the flood."

"Do you understand the pain of being betrayed by all beings?" the deity asked.

"I understand," Hongqi nodded. It was an extraordinary, irresistible, enormous emotion, surging from the deepest roots, unstoppable.

The deity smiled, "Despite possessing deception and selfishness, you also possess other commendable virtues, already complete. The gods will not destroy you anymore."

"Which deity are you?" Hongqi looked up and asked.

"I am the patterns upon you," the deity laughed and said.

The Human Ancestor Hongqi lowered his head, looking at the intricate circular labyrinth pattern he bore, completely becoming enlightened.

This is a symbolic pattern...

Before him stood the God of Knowledge, Hemos of the three great Ancient Gods!

The mountain they bore was...

The Eye of Hemos.

The all-seeing, all-knowing eye.

"So, this is the truth!"

In that moment, Hongqi recalled the prehistoric history on the three stone tablets and finally comprehended the affairs, the truth of their civilized tribe.

Filled with astonishment, joy, and anger, he spoke loudly to the sky, "No wonder prehistoric humans didn’t bear the burden on their backs!"

"So, it was Hemos who made sinful humans bear the mountain of knowledge on their backs!"

"He wanted humans to bear the grave sin of deicide, allowing each flood survivor to carry a whirlwind mountain while granting them a chance for redemption, equipping them with great abilities so they could understand everything themselves."

"If human nature remained stubbornly deceitful and selfish under this wisdom, then the God of Hemos’s test would dissipate, disappearing completely."

The entire history...

Jiaxia unleashed the great flood, obliterating humanity.

Hemos provided the final test to those surviving the flood.

If Hemos, second in rank, departed in disappointment, then Amiro, first in rank—the Life and Creation God—would fully descend to reclaim all life, completely ending the world!

"You’re smart," at this moment, Hemos spoke to the Human Ancestor on the ground, "You’ve discerned the truth."

Sudenly, Hongqi felt immense joy and sorrow.

He looked at the scattered corpses on the ground, realizing that only he remained among the tribe, aware it was the entire tribe that, in order to save him, deliberately did everything.

Humanity cleansed its original sin.

Humanity became complete beings in the end.

In later generations, the old man spoke to the children, recounting the prehistoric myths, unable to suppress his admiration each time: "The tribe of that time wrote songs of praise with blood! Transforming the grave sin of blaspheming the gods into ’perfect humans,’ true humanity achieved redemption, passing the test!"

"Hence, Amiro ultimately did not descend, allowing the surviving humans after the great flood to continue."

"This is... the content of ’The Human Ancestor Story.’

The old man slowly closed the final Divine Hall book, solemn and respectful.

"Look, this is history, profound, vast, soaked in blood, giving us today’s magnificence."

Far in the future, the old man pointed to the Divine Hall book documenting ancient myths under the longing gaze of countless children, its cover inscribed with humanity’s earliest epic:

[First day, Amiro came and bestowed life upon all earthly beings]

[Second day, Hemos arrived and granted knowledge to all earthly beings]

[Third day, Jiaxia came and bestowed wisdom and deceit upon all earthly beings]

[Fourth day, humans completed their inferiority by learning to love, rage, sorrow, joy, and hate, becoming perfect humans.]