Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor found it difficult to forget that chilly spring noontime in a certain place of the Southern Continent.
In a slowly-sloping valley covered with light green, three streaks of light continuously collided in mid-air before crashing together into a river, with sounds of 'whoo-hoo' and 'yowling', as the ruckus carried on below the surface.
Back then, his realm was not very high, and he didn't have much strength to play rough, often finding himself on the losing end.
After their commotion had passed, the three young men of the Human Race removed their wet hemp garments and sat on the grassy riverbank, their feet facing each other, forming a human character.
'Mu, what do you want to do in the future?'
'Cultivate demonic powers, join the Flame Heaven Army! The Hundred Clans are giving us trouble every day, saying they'll gang up against us, so let them witness the might of the Human Race's demonic powers! We fought for the Heavenly Court ourselves!'