Mythology Management System

In the secret room beneath the villa, Fu Jiu sat cross-legged, holding a white, translucent fruit in his hand.

Bai Qi and Li Si stood guard at the entrance, while Mr. Bowen kept a close eye on the area, ready to provide assistance should any unexpected situation arise.

Even Liu Bowen, a fifth-level expert, wasn't entirely clear on the effects of the Reincarnation Fruit, so Fu Jiu could only take a gamble.

According to the system, a low-level reincarnation fruit can only help him stay in the cycle of reincarnation for a very short time. As for whether he can comprehend anything, it depends on luck.

Nevertheless, it was enough for him. Don't forget that in his previous life he was the Human Emperor Fuxi, and even comprehending just a little bit of it would benefit him immensely.

Fu Jiu exhaled a breath of hot air to calm his excited heart. What he could learn depended on his own abilities!

With this in mind, Fu Jiu stuffed the fist-sized, white, translucent fruit into his mouth.

Unlike the Blood and Qi Fruit, the Reincarnation Fruit melts upon entering the mouth, transforming into a mysterious power that seeps into Fu Jiu's mind.

Fu Jiu felt dizzy, as if she was about to fall asleep, and she drifted off into a daze for an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly, a series of heart-wrenching battle cries rang in his ears. Fu Jiu abruptly opened his eyes, and the scene before him had completely changed.

This is an ancient battlefield stretching for countless miles, where the two sides have long been locked in a bloody battle.

One of the teams consisted of giant apes as tall as mountains, strange birds with nine heads, rocs with wings that could stretch for thousands of miles, and countless demon soldiers and generals.

This is a demon race!!

These creatures were so distinctive that Fu Jiu could recognize them almost instantly.

He may not have seen other demon creatures, but he could never forget that nine-headed monster bird!

In the previous life, a strange bird appeared in the territory. As soon as it was born, it slaughtered seven human cities, and no less than a million humans died at its hands.

This enraged the human leadership, who dispatched sixth-tier experts to suppress the attack. However, not only did they fail to suppress the attack, but they also lost their own sixth-tier experts.

In the end, he was caught up with the arrival of Qin Shi Huang, who personally suppressed him and made him his mount, to be used by him for all eternity.

At the same time, its name was firmly remembered by humankind—the strange bird Jiuying!

Fu Jiu was shocked to learn that the other side of the battle was the human race—or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them the ancient human race.

These humans wore simple armor, carried swords, spears, and halberds, and had various strange tattoos on their exposed skin and patterns painted on their faces.

A figure passed by Fu Jiu as if he hadn't noticed him at all.

He was now like an observer, watching the two sides fight recklessly, with powerful demons falling from time to time and humans being devoured by the demons.

The idea that life is as cheap as grass is vividly demonstrated here. He looked up at the sky and saw another battle taking place thousands of miles above the ground.

Standing on the ground, Fu Jiu could see all these scenes clearly. He was now an observer witnessing the battlefield where the human race rose to power in ancient times.

Above the sky, a person dressed in a gilded robe stood on a jade carriage pulled by nine golden dragons.

Dozens of strangely-looking demon kings surrounded the man, and one of them, who had wings on his back, a human body, and a bird's beak, spoke up: "Hmph, a mere human dares to defy the heavens?"

“Fuxi, I admit you do have some ability, but you should never have gone against the will of Heaven.”

"Now that you have defied the will of Heaven and fallen from your holy position, what can you use to resist us?"

Fuxi, sitting atop the Nine Dragon Jade Chariot, yawned and gave them a disdainful look.

"Go back and tell Taiyi and Dijun to come in person next time, instead of always sending ragtag soldiers to their deaths."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot, you probably won't have a chance to go back."

Arrogant!! Arrogant to the extreme!!

The winged demon king looked extremely ugly. What were the positions of Donghuang Taiyi and the demon emperor Jun in their hearts?

That is the faith of the demon race! The supreme god of the demon race!

For Fuxi to say such a thing was to offend them to the point of death.

"Hmph, let's see who's the real deal! Fellow Daoists, attack together!"

"This person was once a saint. Eating this will definitely be a great tonic, and it's even possible that it will help us become a Great Saint of the Demon Race!!"

The eyes of the dozens of demon kings burned with a raging fire called greed.

In the past, when Fuxi was still a sage, they would never have dared to offend him.

Now that he has defied the will of Heaven, he has violated the taboos of Heaven and Earth and has fallen from his holy position.

Such a false saint is no match for them.

A black tiger opened its mouth and lunged at Fuxi, shouting, "Fellow Daoists, Fuxi's head is mine!"

Fuxi's eyes remained unchanged as he sighed softly, "The demon race is still so brainless."

Then, with a soft laugh, she took a light step and her body hovered in mid-air.

The nine true dragons beneath his feet seemed to have anticipated Fu Jiu's next move, and they all obediently huddled together, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

With a calm gaze fixed on the dozens of demon kings approaching him, he said:

"Perfect! Today, I'll use you fools to pay tribute to the fallen heroes of the human race!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon kings stopped in their tracks, a strong sense of unease rising in their hearts.

The shouts of battle below also ceased, and all the demons stared blankly at what was happening before them, their eyes filled with disbelief.

All the dead demons have crawled out!

Although some were reduced to half a skeleton and others to a wisp of a soul, they still stood up.

Countless dead demons transformed into a dense, eerie aura that gathered behind Fuxi, forming a black, demonic cloud stretching for thousands of miles.

Countless dead demons devoured and slaughtered each other in the dark clouds, making the demon kings' scalps tingle. They seemed to understand why those true dragons had huddled together and trembled when they saw Fuxi about to make his move.

"Evil magic, evil magic!!" The demon king with wings on his back stared at Fuxi with a livid face and gritted his teeth.

"Fuxi, are you determined to fight my demon race to the death!"

Fuxi, who was once a sage, actually used the souls of dead demons to refine evil magic. If this were to get out, the demon emperors Jun and Donghuang Taiyi would definitely not let Fuxi off the hook.

Fuxi formed a hand seal, and the vast demonic cloud behind him rapidly shrank. At the same time, the souls of dead demonic beasts emerged from the dark cloud.

One, two, three...

Thirty-seven demon souls emerged from it, each possessing an aura no less powerful than that of the demon kings present.

The number of demons who died on this ancient battlefield was in the billions. Fuxi compressed the power of these demons into the bodies of thirty-seven demon beasts, and the resulting power was terrifying.

The matter was far from over. After all thirty-seven demon king souls appeared, a dark rift opened behind Fuxi, and thousands of demon king-level demon beast souls rushed out.

Fu Jiu's lips curled into a smile as he said, "I once created a technique specifically for slaying demons, its name is—"

"—A Demon-Slaying Technique for Chaotic Times!!!"