The Way of the Human Race, with Foundations to Carry All Beings

The man wore Daoist robes, his temperament gentle, a hint of calmness between his brows.

It was Xuandu.

He arrived outside the island and, upon seeing Huang Tian, his expression turned slightly solemn.

Then, rather than assuming the status of a Saint's disciple, he solemnly bowed.

"Xuandu pays respects to the Human Emperor."

Huang Tian looked at him.

"You are the Saint Taishang's direct disciple. Why perform such a grand courtesy?"

Xuandu straightened, without the slightest hesitation.

"I am a Saint's disciple."

"But I am also of the Human Race."

"Before the Human Emperor, Xuandu should naturally pay his respects."

He spoke these words very calmly.

Yet Huang Tian's gaze softened somewhat.

Xuandu's relationship with the Human Race had always been somewhat unusual.

He had entered under Taishang's tutelage and was the Human Sect's sole direct disciple.

In terms of status, he stood extremely high within the primordial world.

But precisely because of that, opinions of him within the Human Race were not entirely unanimous.

Some felt that Xuandu's entry into a Saint's school had left the Human Race with a path to heaven.

Others felt that, being part of the Human Sect, Xuandu would ultimately find it difficult to stand wholly on the Human Race's side.

Xuandu himself never argued in his own defense.

He simply cultivated the Dao.

But this bow today had already made his stance clear.

Huang Tian nodded.

"I wish to see the Saint Taishang."

Xuandu was not surprised.

He stepped aside.

"Teacher already knows that the Human Emperor has come."

"Please."

Huang Tian stepped into Penglai.

The instant he entered the island, he sensed three strands of Saint Aura.

At the very depths lay Taishang's Dao Field.

Purity and Non-Action, indifferent to the extreme.

Yet the more it was so, the less anyone dared