Legend of the Great Sage

shan immediately understood.
Chiyou was even worse of a title than Taotie or Qiongqi.

Unlike the strict social structure of humanity right now, where everyone was divided into hierarchical groups, humanity was still very feeble during that ancient time, so equality to everyone and everything open to the public was the most basic and most sacred principle.

If the leader of a tribe was not only foolish, but improperly allocating everything, then not only were they unworthy of being a leader, they were basically inhuman.
If he translated the words “Chiyou” into the language of later people, then that was equivalent to an incompetent ruler devoid of morality, and it was a direct translation too.
If a tribe leader used “Chiyou” as their title, then they really were heartless.

But why is Taotie so furious? Hold on, don’t tell me…

He suddenly came across a crazy idea.
The legends also depicted Chiyou as being with a head of metal, with a head shaped like an ox and a human body, using oxen as his totemic symbol.
During the same age, it was impossible for the Shennong tribe to have two leaders…

The ox totem, the Flame Emperor, the unfair blame, usurping, Chiyou, the enemy from the east…

The earth-shaking Battle of Zhuolu probably was not as great and righteous as the legends depicted it to be.

Before he knew it, the demonic clouds had dispersed and moonlight poured through.

Under the sky, at the top of the demon city, a man and a god questioned and answered, just like the Questions to Heaven written by that descendant of the Gaoyang clan.
Through who knew how many years of blurry history, their identical bloodline and totemic symbol connected them again, listening to the horn from the ancient times that led to the fated battlefield.

TL: Questions to Heaven is a reference to a compilation of poems written by Qu Yuan.

“Come to the Jinyun Food hall.
I’ll tell you everything.
No one can touch a hair on you there.”

The taotie beast face in the sky became gentle once more, like a senior making a promise to his junior on the battlefield, using his body as a shield and his blood for an oath, for the sake of his tribe, for the sake of his clansmen.

Li Qingshan was already mostly convinced, but once he entered Demon God Taotie’s dwelling and faced him in the flesh, then he would be a sitting duck, completely at his whim.

“One last question.
Why don’t the other Demon Gods know about me? I’ve seen Taowu and Qiongqi before, and I even have some grievances with Qiongqi.”

“Hmph, he’s the vile spawn of the Shaohao clan.
It’s not like he’s from our clan, so he obviously doesn’t know about these secrets.
At least he still has common sense to him, not laying a finger on you, or I’d never spare him.
Don’t worry, no matter what your grievance is, I’ll help you resolve it.”

Li Qingshan let out a sigh of relief and no longer hesitated.
Even if Taotie was an infamous Demon God, if he did not even trust his own clansmen, who was he supposed to trust?

“Apologies, I killed your…” Li Qingshan shrugged.
“Cook.” He could not help but let go of the hilt, lowering the ancient bronze sword hidden behind his back.

“That’s just a pig I was rearing.
He was perfect for you to get some practice.
Seeing how powerful you are, I don’t have to worry…” The taotie beast face suddenly furrowed its brows.
“This sword is?”

Li Qingshan obviously told the truth.
“A man draped in bear skin gave it to me.
He possessed the aura of a true dragon and proclaimed to be some Youxiong.”

“Youxiong tribe… What did he tell you?”

“He said he wanted to confer me the land and even invited me to join his tribe.”

“And you accepted?”

The voice in the sky gradually deepened.
The taotie beast face became devoid of any expression again.
The receded demonic clouds gathered once more, growing darker and darker.

“This…”

Li Qingshan hesitated and did not answer.
He felt like something was amiss.
Youxiong? Youxiong! Why did it sound so familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before? Having just heard a great deal of legends regarding ancient tribes and clans, it came to him as a certain kind of inspiration.
Even the ancient bronze sword in his hand became more and more familiar.

Boom! With a clap of thunder, blood rained down from the sky.

The taotie beast face began to laugh again, laughing so hard that every outline trembled.
His hysterical emotions gradually seeped out, filled with grief, hatred, and fury.

“So, you’re a traitor too!”