Hunyuan's words were themselves a Divine Ability. As he spoke, Chen Xiang felt as though he could truly see the ancient past, even the age of Desolate Antiquity.
Dragons battled across the wilderness. Phoenixes cried through the Nine Heavens, Qilin trod on auspicious clouds, countless demons roared, and hordes of witches stood upon the earth, howling at the sky as they ranged across Hong Huang.
The Human Race was weak. That was an undeniable fact. Among Hong Huang's myriad races, every other living being was born able to survive and find its mother's milk.
Only humans were born so helpless that, without family to care for them, they would die in moments.
And at the same level, apart from the Human Race's most exceptional prodigies, most humans were no match for cultivators of other races. Chen Xiang had seen that for himself.
The matter concerned the Human Race, and it drew him out of his grief for a while. Curious, he asked, "Why is that? Please enlighten me, Master!"
Sun Wukong let out a long sigh. "I once traveled against the current of the River of Time and saw many things.
"Far too much time has passed. Many legacies have long since vanished into history.
"Apart from the ancient beings in the Ancestral Land, the Human Race's newer generations have forgotten their people's history of blood and tears!"
"In the ancient past, the Three Ancestors of the Human Race emerged and lit the flame of human inheritance. From then on, the Human Race had a flame of its own and light within its heart. So long as that flame endured, its faith would never die!"
"Later, the Martial Ancestor opened the path of martial arts and established the Human Ancestral Land, giving the Human Race the strength to protect itself.