How Could the Human Race's Ancestor Kneel and Call Me Father? Collecting Interest from the Demon Race-Kill! Peacock

East Sea Coast.

Atop a mountain peak.

Two people sat cross-legged on the ground, watching the Water Curtain Mirror Sky before them.

Within the watery screen.

More and more members of the Human Race gathered beneath the Martial Dao True Realm Stele, their wills resonating with the Martial Stele as they obtained Martial Dao Methods suited to themselves.

Blood Qi surged through the bodies of the Human Race like roaring rivers, their muscles and bones ringing in unison with the sound of Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound. Quite a few rapidly broke through layer after layer of Martial Path realms, charging toward higher realms. Their bodies carried the auras of all kinds of mountain beasts and ferocious creatures!

Like mountain apes, like fierce tigers, like Vicious Leopards, like Giant Elephants, like qilins, like True Dragons...

Their Blood Qi vaguely took on the forms of Fierce Beasts and colossal beasts!!

Beneath the Martial Stele.

There were even Human Race cultivators with considerable insight into the Martial Path sparring in the open space, creating a tremendous spectacle!

Seeing this scene.

Suiren Ancestor could not help but sigh in amazement.

"Master, I understand now why you did not directly place the Martial Stele in every Human Tribe, but instead allowed the Human Race to seek their own Martial Path opportunities!"

Previously, Master had spread the Divine Path through nearly every Human Tribe along the East Sea Coast, appointing deities to protect the tribes.

He had passed down divine methods for the tribe members to cultivate.

This had already greatly ensured the safety of the Human Tribes.

Under such circumstances, if benefits were still fed directly into the mouths of the Human Race, would they not become useless over time?

Moreover, he could see that the Martial Path relied on one's own perseverance.

Only those