Human Race's Founding Ceremony

A month later, the Rakshasa Islands.

The surrounding scattered islands, after some special arrangements, formed a gigantic Spirit-Gathering Formation that continuously sent spiritual power toward the central continent.

The three enormous statues that had originally belonged to the Rakshasa Race had already been toppled. In their place stood a magnificent array of towering stone pillars.

The pillars were densely carved with figures of the Human Race.

Some were laughing joyfully as they pinched medicinal herbs, some were carefully shielding a tiny flame from the howling wind, and some were wielding long swords as they battled vicious beasts...

The Human Race did not worship any particular powerhouse, but rather the countless forebears who had carried the Human Race on their shoulders and led it forward.

From time to time, Human Race cultivators would stop beneath the pillars, bow respectfully, and then leave to continue their busy work.

The Human Race cultivators who had been traveling about outside had all returned. The Rakshasa Islands were now bustling with people coming and going.

In the sky, powerful cultivators flew back and forth. Some were arranging the venue, some were moving things, and quite a few were specially assigned to welcome distinguished guests.

"Is this really the same Human Race that once let various factions slaughter them at will...?"

The Azure Spirit Clan girl, who had been reborn through Shen Lin's guidance, stood with her mouth agape, staring at the scene before her in disbelief.

Beside her, Elder Lin of the Alchemist Alliance smiled with deep emotion. "Isn't it because the Human Race produced a peerless figure?"

"Back then, I truly never imagined that he would achieve such accomplishments..."

As he spoke, Elder Lin led her over.

"Elder Lin Yan of the Alchemist Alliance offers his congratulations on the founding of the Human Race's