"The Human Race is so favored by the Heavenly Dao. As expected of a race created by Saint Nuwa," one great power sighed.
"Indeed. Look at the things Ming He created—what even are those?"
Without comparison, there could be no harm. At this moment, many great powers could not help comparing the Human Race with the Asura Clan.
Within the Blood Sea, Ming He noticed the exchanges among those great powers and was so enraged that his anger surged to his heart. Why was every last one of them belittling the race he had created?
Although the Asura Clan did indeed seem inferior to the Human Race, it had at least received the Heavenly Dao's recognition. Compared to this group of great powers who could not create a race at all, he, Ming He, was still superior by who knew how much.
"A bunch of incompetent fools, barking like dogs here. If you have the ability, go create a race yourselves."
Ming He's voice exploded among the great powers, startling them all into shutting their mouths.
They could talk all they liked, but as for creating a race, they did not have the nerve.
Everything that had happened in the Prehistoric Era before was still vivid in their minds. Several of their fellow Daoists had fallen beneath heavenly punishment.
Holding the Hearth Fire, Sui Ren Shi returned to the Human Race in excitement. Yet the moment he returned to the clan, he actually saw the Holy Mother of the Human Race.
"Sui Ren Shi pays respects to Holy Mother Niang Niang."
"Rise, Sui Ren Shi. You have rendered great merit to the Human Race. From now on, you shall be the Ancestor of the Human Race. Lead them well and make the Human Race flourish."
Nuwa's figure looked deeply