His words rang with conviction, every syllable striking the hearts of the Human Race's assembled powers.
As he finished, voices rose throughout the Great Hall. Deep, resolute Dao Sounds answered one another, stirring the Human Dao Fortune that filled the chamber.
The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors rose first, standing tall, their eyes earnest and determined:
"Rest assured, Your Majesty! The affairs of the Human Race belong to the Human Race! Why should the Heavenly Court govern us or the sage sects interfere?"
The Literary Ancestors and the Human Race's foremost powers bowed with clasped hands. Their solemn voices shook the Ancestral Court:
"We will spare no effort to travel the Myriad Worlds, gather our people, and strengthen the Human Dao. We will safeguard the Human Race's supreme fortune and never let our kin across the worlds become the means of another's gain!"
Everyone understood. The Human Race branches scattered across the Myriad Worlds were mostly weak as individuals. Without supreme fighters among them, they seemed insignificant.
But the Human Race's greatest strength was its endless growth. If its countless people across the worlds came together, the Human Dao power they gathered would be boundless—enough to make them one of the Prehistoric Era's foremost forces.
If those branches remained scattered and attached themselves to other powers, the Human Race's fortune would eventually fragment. The Heavenly Court and the great sage sects might even secretly exploit them, stripping the Human Dao of its Right to Speak for itself.
The war beyond the realms in Chaos had ended, removing the threat to the Prehistoric Era from without. But within Heaven and Earth, the struggle over the Great Dao and its authority had quietly begun.
After the Infinite Measure Tribulation and the fusion of the Myriad Worlds, the old order dominated by the