Want to Save the Human Race? No Way! (Continued)

Wait!

Wasn't that the voice of Ancestor Hongjun?

Who would have thought that after all these years, the scene would repeat itself, with Ancestor Hongjun once again descending upon the Human Race and attacking them!

So much time had passed, yet Ancestor Hongjun still refused to let the Human Race go. He still wanted to exterminate them completely. What had the Human Race done wrong to deserve this treatment?

They were merely a Postnatal Spirit Race that wanted to survive in the Primordial World.

But Ancestor Hongjun didn't see it that way. In his eyes, the Human Race wasn't merely a group of powerless Postnatal Spirit Race members.

They were variables—variables that obstructed the Primordial World's progress and changed the course of its destiny!

Especially the mysterious person in the cave beside the Human Race, the owner of the Broken Sword. He was the greatest variable in the entire Primordial World!

Ever since that mysterious person appeared, the development of the Primordial World had deviated from the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao and from Ancestor Hongjun's control.

Under his leadership, the Human Race had ruined Ancestor Hongjun's plans time and time again, disrupting his schemes.

As long as that person remained with the Human Race, Ancestor Hongjun would be unable to eat or sleep in peace. He tossed and turned all day, consumed by gloomy worry.

That was why Ancestor Hongjun wanted to destroy the Human Race before it could develop, strangling it in its cradle.

Only by eliminating such a variable could Ancestor Hongjun rid himself of this great worry and stop living in constant anxiety.

Zixiao Palace.

Ancestor Hongjun narrowed his calculating eyes and looked thoughtfully toward the Human Race on Shouyang Mountain. The force in his hand unconsciously increased once more.

Human Race, today is the day