When Ye Xiwen appeared before everyone once more, he keenly noticed that the way they looked at him had changed. But he did not care. Unlike many long-established Heavenly Lords, he was not overly obsessed with such matters.
Whether he possessed dignity, and how much dignity he possessed, had all been forged through his own fists and feet, never spoken into existence by others' mouths.
"Let's go. We'll return to Mount Buzhou first. For the next period of time, all of you will need to take root in the Human Race's sixteen provinces. This place is many times larger than the Myriad Realms—more than enough for you to spread your wings!" Ye Xiwen said.
As he spoke, Ye Xiwen swept out a hand. Before the Imperial Sovereigns could react, they felt the surrounding space ripple, operating through some unknown, unfathomable method. It was a spatial teleportation array.
They could all sense it, but these spatial laws were too advanced. Even Imperial Sovereigns like them could only barely glimpse a few clues, unable to fully decipher them.
When they could see again, they had already arrived before an incomparably enormous mountain range.
The entire range stretched for hundreds of millions of li, like a colossal barrier lying across the boundless earth and cleaving the land in two.
This was the Human Race's ancestral land within the Creation God Dynasty: Buzhou Holy Mountain.
The Imperial Sovereigns exchanged looks, staring at one another in dismay. They could clearly see the shock in each other's eyes.
From the Red Emperor, they had learned that they had previously been in the Creation Divine Capital, the very heart of the Creation God Dynasty.
Yet between the Creation Divine Capital and the Eastern Region lay mountains upon mountains and rivers upon rivers, countless provinces and prefectures. Even