Su Yang's lips curled slightly, but the smile never reached his eyes. A sinister aura filled his voice. "What do you mean?" He paused, his gaze sharp as a nail. "Back then, you knelt and begged for the chance to become a Saint, personally promising that you would favor neither the Yao Race nor the Human Race. Only then did I grant you the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, helping you mold humans from earth and ascend to Sainthood."
His tone abruptly turned icy. "But after proving your Dao, you repeatedly aided the Demon Court in secret, indulged the Golden Crows in their rampage, and tacitly allowed the ten suns to appear together... I endured it time and again—not because I was powerless, but because the Human Race Fortune had yet to reach its peak. The Three Sovereigns were about to rise, the Five Emperors were about to flourish, and the Human Race had its own path!"
He raised a hand and pointed at the mountains and rivers below, his voice shaking the eight wastes. "Even without a 'Holy Mother of the Human Race,' the Human Race will continue to prosper. And I, the 'Saint Father of the Human Race,' have protected humanity from the dawn of the primordial world until today. I have never retreated, nor have I ever broken a promise."
As his voice faded, all the myriad worlds fell silent. Above the clouds, that standing figure was finally recognized by countless humans. So it was him! The Saint Father who had blown the kindling bright when Suiren drilled wood for fire, secretly taught the principles of longitude and latitude when Fuxi tied nets, and parted the poisonous miasma when Shen Nong tasted the herbs!
Hot blood surged into their heads. In the wilderness, cities, and villages of the