"Our Human Race is inferior to every other race in the Primordial Wilderness."
"We do not have the sharp claws and fangs of tigers, the hard shells of turtles and beasts, the speed of cheetahs, the wings of hawks and vultures, or the deadly venom of snakes and scorpions. Countless humans die every day beneath mountain floods and the claws and fangs of ferocious beasts. If not for us Innate Human Race members reproducing generation after generation, with humans maturing quickly and risking their lives to continue their bloodline, the Human Race would likely have been exterminated long ago."
"Over the years, many Innate Human Race members have died in Demon Race attacks or various accidents."
"On top of that, each generation of humanity is weaker than the last. By now, some humans live no more than a few dozen days. They are born as ordinary mortals and must spend a great deal of time cultivating before they can become immortals."
"If not for some assistance from the Witch Clan, our current circumstances would be unimaginable..."
Hong of the Innate Human Race spoke of the Human Race's experiences over the tens of thousands of years since its birth.
His face was full of bitterness.
He seemed helpless and confused.
He could not understand why Empress Nuwa had created them, only to abandon them afterward, leaving them to wander and survive in the Primordial Wilderness, fighting wolves, tigers, and leopards for food while suffering the bullying and oppression of all the races.
To this day, the Human Race was trapped in dire straits, as though cast into hell with no hope of escape!!
Qingyuan listened.
His feelings were equally complicated.
All along, he had regarded himself as human. That was why he had begun cultivating.
That was also why he had