Our Human Race Should Have Its Own Human Path

Those words were painfully realistic.

A Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin did not place themselves in the care of the Heavenly Dao, but proved the supreme path for themselves.

Yet among the countless billions of living beings in the Primordial Wilderness, how many could truly walk that path to the end?

The Human Race needed a Saint now.

Not some distant, unreachable possibility in the future.

This was also what weighed most heavily on everyone's hearts.

Huang Tian raised his head.

His gaze swept across them all.

"Everyone."

His voice was not loud, yet the Ancestral Land fell silent at once.

"If I become a Heavenly Dao Saint, I can protect the Human Race for a time."

"But if one day the grand tide of the Heavenly Dao demands that the Human Race bow its head, will I still be able to stand before the Human Race?"

No one spoke.

Huang Tian continued, "If I cannot."

"Then this sainthood can be forsaken."

The Ancestral Land trembled.

Many Human Race powerhouses abruptly raised their heads.

They looked at Huang Tian, their eyes filled with both shock and shame.

A Saint Position lay before him.

Who could say it could be forsaken?

Yet Huang Tian had said it.

And he had said it calmly.

As though what he had rejected was not a Saint Position that came once in an eternity, but a road unfit for the Human Race.

The Hearthfire in Suiren Shi's eyes blazed brightly.

"Good."

He spoke only one word.

Yet within that word was both gratification and approval.

Youchao Shi said in a low voice, "The first Human Emperor of the Human Race should possess such a heart."

Ziyi Shi nodded gently.

"If it were only for himself, he would not be like this."

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