Elsewhere, Lu Yuan passed through one Human Race tribe after another. Though the myriad races of the Great Desolation did not dare bully the Human Race out of fear of Empress Nuwa, the newly born Human Race still endured immense hardship.
Crossing the desolate lands of the Great Desolation and passing through one Human Race settlement after another, Lu Yuan witnessed the difficult struggle of the newborn Human Race. His heart churned with emotions too complex to put into words.
Though he had taken form with the foundation of an Innate God-Demon, the imprint and attachment of having been human in his previous life had already seeped into the depths of his true spirit, impossible to erase so easily.
Even if Lu Yuan felt deep sympathy, with the Heavenly Dao Trend hanging high above and the pressure of Saints before him, he ultimately did not dare cross the line and interfere on a grand scale.
Standing still upon a ridge, everything within his sight was a tableau of the Human Race's bitter struggle for survival.
Crude nests lay scattered about, with only scattered wisps of cooking smoke rising. The Human Race had almost no stable food source, relying solely on fishing, hunting, and gathering fruits to fill their bellies. Famine hung over them like dark clouds, and children with ribs standing starkly beneath their skin were everywhere.
The migration of beast herds and sudden changes in the weather could both become disasters that destroyed everything. Illness and pain clung to them like shadows, while cries of grief occasionally drifted out from their low dwellings.
The Human Race had no systematic medical texts or medicinal knowledge. Faced with strange poisons, unusual diseases, or wounds from the claws and fangs of savage beasts, their people were often helpless, able only to leave