“Humanity’s first celestial emperor…” Lu Yun rubbed his nose. “That’s not going to be me as well, is it?”

“How would I know? It’s Fuxi and his friends who went to the future, not me. You’re the one who’s come from the future, also not me!” A huffing Wahuang glared at Lu Yun, who smiled back ruefully.

“These matters have long been buried in the future, so I’ll have to live through those events before I know what the truth is.” He shook his head slightly.

“If you’re not going to the world of celestials, what are you doing here? You’re not here just for a chat, are you?”

“Of course not,” Lu Yun quickly explained. “I’ve selected three hundred sixty-five of the...