Primordial Wilderness's Greatest Killing Formation!

Faced with such world-destroying power,

the Human Race's accumulated foundation of a thousand years would probably be nothing more than paper and clay before it, incapable of withstanding a single blow!

Ying Zheng suddenly clenched his five fingers, his knuckles turning white as he swore an iron oath in his heart:

Once the Human Dao awakened, he would devote the strength of the entire nation to opening the path of cultivation and solidifying the Human Race's foundation!

Only by ensuring that powerful figures emerged endlessly and the flame of their legacy never died

could the Human Race break free from the hollow shackles of being called the "protagonists of heaven and earth"

and seize their fate firmly in their own hands instead of letting Heaven's will dictate it!

After this battle, he had finally seen the truth of the Primordial Wilderness—

the strong devoured the weak; it had never been an empty phrase.

He had once believed Great Qin's iron cavalry to be invincible, the greatest force under heaven,

but he had never expected that beyond mountains lay greater mountains, beyond skies lay higher skies. When a Saint grew wrathful, all Nine Provinces trembled!

The Human Race still had a road as long as night ahead before they could truly stand tall.

But he would not retreat even half a step.

Even if thorns carpeted the road ahead and tribulation flames scorched the heavens,

this was still an unavoidable path on the Human Race's rise!

Since the Human Race's birth in the ancient Primordial Wilderness, when had any moment of survival not been a blade hanging over their heads?

When had any great calamity not placed life and death on a knife's edge?

Yet their ancestors had relied on their blood, their reckless courage, and their unyielding bones

to carve