Nuwa heard Heavenly Dao's words and instantly sensed Xuan Qing's manner of speaking within them.
Yet Nuwa still could not bear to watch the Human Race suffer such a calamity.
But Xuan Qing did not appear, and with Heavenly Dao blocking the way, they could not cross it at all.
Han Xi constantly called out to Xuan Qing in her heart, but what was Xuan Qing doing now? He sat there with a troubled expression, holding a fishing rod as he looked at the Human Race with mixed emotions.
He had the ability to change the Human Race's fate, but he did not want to change the Human Race.
If the Human Race wished to become the protagonists of heaven and earth in the Prehistoric Era, they needed unwavering perseverance and an unyielding spirit. Though the first two calamities had also strengthened the Human Race, it was still not enough.
That was what Xuan Qing believed. Far from enough. He had given the Human Race limitless potential, but he could not give them perseverance.
The Human Race of today was already different from the Human Race of Destiny. Xuan Qing's sights were no longer confined to the Prehistoric Era; he wanted the Human Race to become even stronger in the future.
He wanted them to be qualified to contend with the saints of the heavens.
He who would wear the crown must bear its weight.
The Human Race had yet to meet that standard. Though Xuan Qing could not bear it, he still followed the greater trend of Heavenly Dao and allowed Heavenly Dao to bring down this calamity.
"Dao Venerable, must the Human Race truly undergo such a trial?"
Compared to the great Wu and Demon calamity Zhuo Guang had endured, the Human Race's current disaster was far more