Replacing, Creating Ancient History!

Ning Zheng frowned slightly when he saw this.

"Bai Xingling really is incredibly lucky. The blacksmiths were clever to keep their eyes on the protagonist of the era."

But this new False Human Emperor technique was a little too powerful.

And unlike his own primitive technique, this was a large-scale False Human Emperor awakening technique.

More than eight hundred thousand False Human Emperors.

It went without saying what that represented.

It was just that the threshold was rather high.

It required the entire era to sink into a certain degree of despair, with all living beings yearning to survive, before this special period of great evolution could be fully activated.

What was regrettable was that, compared to individuals like him who naturally awakened as False Human Emperors through personal effort,

these stitched-together False Human Emperors had completely lost their memories and welcomed new lives. They belonged to an entirely different kind of new life.

Furthermore, their awakening required a medium: Xian's flesh and blood.

Xian.

It was far too strange.

It was like the core origin of a civilization's great explosion—a key.

The False Human Calamity and Ember Calamity that spilled out from Xian were, in essence, evolutionary viruses.

"Xian is a little like Pangu. His body fell, and transformed into countless races." Ning Zheng sank into thought.

Ning Zheng suddenly felt that, somewhere in the unseen depths, a black hand seemed to be manipulating everything from the shadows.

Xian.

From beginning to end, he had been shrouded in an eerie feeling.

Especially after Ning Zheng had possessed Xian and temporarily settled inside his brain, fragmented memories would always surface.

"Perhaps I need to make some calculations."

Ning Zheng was the kind of person who stayed vigilant even in times of peace.

After being ambushed by the Human God last