Upon entering this world, Lu Xuanji felt a trace of oppression, along with a faint sadness.
He could also hear the prayers of the Human Race. Somewhere in the darkness, it seemed that Human Race cultivators were praying for the Heavenly God's help.
Following his senses, he headed toward a certain direction.
In a huge valley, an ancient tribe sat nestled among the mountains, with a river running straight through its center. Surrounding the tribe were Spirit Fields, one after another, where rice was planted and gave off a faint fragrance.
Cultivators walked through the fields, tending to the rice.
Other tribal cultivators left the settlement and went outside to hunt, killing some Fierce Beasts.
The place was peaceful and tranquil, like a paradise beyond the mortal world.
At the center of the tribe stood a massive altar. In the middle of the altar was an ancient statue. It held no extraordinary power, its features were rather blurred, and its entire body was covered in verdigris. With an impassive expression, it coldly gazed upon the world.
"Gods of the Upper Realm, please descend here and save the remnants of my Human Race. Protect the bloodline of my Human Race. I am willing to give everything and offer it to the great gods!"
A woman dressed in a white robe knelt before the statue in worship. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, her skin was snow-white, and waves of holy light radiated from her body. Her beauty could topple a city, with a peerless face, long slender legs, a slim waist, and a full bosom that formed a striking contrast with the rest of her figure.
"Sister, the gods have already died!"
Another woman stepped forward. Her eyes were black and white, her delicate fair face flushed with rosy