With the help of these forces, the Kindling Fire kept changing shape, as though trying to become a dragon. But each time, it ran out of power halfway through.
When the Kindling Fire finally took dragon form, the Human Race would have a place in Hong Huang and the right to contend for supremacy.
He believed that day was not far off. Once the Three Sovereigns and two kings became Quasi-Saints, surely that would be enough?
As he walked through the Ancestral City, no one recognized him. Of the entire Human Race, only the original 120,000 innate beings knew him. Very few born afterward had ever seen him.
Even under his protection, more than thirty thousand of those innate beings had perished in the harsh struggle to survive. Exactly ninety thousand remained, as though that number were some ordained limit.
Those ninety thousand were the Human Race's true foundation. Nearly all cultivated in seclusion deep within Mount Shouyang. By now, even the weakest had reached the Martial King realm. Sixty thousand had reached the Martial Venerable realm, and many among them had reached its peak, comparable to peak Golden Immortals.
As for the two kings, they stood at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. The merit they had earned by protecting the Human Race from the beginning made them worthy of their titles. Both could advance to Da Luo at any moment.
After traveling through the Human Territory for a while, Xuantian prepared to leave and wander Hong Huang.
"Roar!"
As he crossed a forest at the edge of the Human Territory, a roar suddenly rang out.
The ground shook. A wild boar as large as a small hill burst from the trees beside him and charged, tusks aimed at him.
Perhaps Xuantian had wandered into its territory.