"Several more of our people have died!"
"Thankfully, many children have been born. But compared to those of us the Holy Mother created, the newborns are much weaker. The Human Race has no cultivation methods. At this rate, after a few generations, we'll struggle even to survive in Hong Huang. What are we going to do?"
The humans lamented how hard it was to survive.
Their people had no cultivation methods. The first generation had been born strong enough to scrape by in Hong Huang, but each generation after them was much weaker.
The Human Race had no inherited knowledge like the Demon Race, nor did they have the cultivation methods of powerful peoples. Even if they knew such methods could be found beyond their territory, they were too weak to venture out. They remained in the area Nuwa had set aside for them.
Some had tried to leave their ancestral land, but all had died. Even their strongest were only Golden Immortals. In the Hong Huang of this era, a single Taiyi cultivator could wipe them out.
The humans had not been born of heaven and earth. Those who were inherited knowledge at birth and could keep evolving and growing stronger.
They, however, had been created by the Holy Mother Nuwa. She had left them no inheritance, so they had no way to cultivate.
A cold spell, a rainstorm, or a gust of wind could take their lives.
This weighed heavily on Suiren, one of their three leaders.
The Human Race was like the living beings of the Desolate Ancient Era: they had no cultivation methods and had to discover everything for themselves. They were the first generation to blaze this trail.
Nuwa had only created the Human Race. They knew little about Hong Huang.
Being an ancestor was