Trying to Shift Blame to the Human Race? No Way

Only then did Nuwa realize why Chu Yan had made her agree to three questions earlier.

This bastard was trying to trap her for life.

Once she agreed, even if she became a saint, she would end up as a thug for the human race.

But the Heavenly Mechanism was chaotic, and Nuwa hadn't seen the subsequent tribulations.

However, she had seen the beginning and end of the Witch-Monster Tribulation. If she swore a Dao Oath, she was completely finished.

Even if she became a saint, she would be firmly under Chu Yan's thumb.

Chu Yan slowly stood up and chuckled:

"What? Just now figured it out? You're pretty slow."

"You—"

"You what you?"

Chu Yan cut Nuwa off instantly:

"You want the benefits but don't want to put in the work. Where in the world is there such a good deal? Nuwa, do you know what this is? You want to have your cake and eat it too."

"Bastard, you go too far in bullying a saint—"

With that, Nuwa raised a hand to strike.

"Nuwa, stop."

Hongjun scolded angrily. At this point, how could she attack Chu Yan? Did she want Pangu to reappear?

Hongjun also hated Chu Yan to the bone. Who could have guessed this guy would flip the table at the slightest disagreement?

He had nearly changed the General Trend.

He had almost caused Primordial Chaos to collapse, pushing this world into the Immeasurable Tribulation prematurely.

If he could, Hongjun would also love to slap Chu Yan to death.

But he held back and said to Nuwa:

"You have become a saint. Unless there is a major matter, you must not enter Primordial Chaos. You may open a dojo beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens."

"Yes, Teacher."

Hongjun then looked at Chu Yan and said:

"Chu Yan, you shut up too. Everything that has happened now is because of you."

Hongjun started shifting the blame, but Chu Yan wasn't about to take it. This was a massive Karma.

"This has nothing to do with me. Are you saying that since you schemed against my human race, my human race should be grateful?"

"Chu Yan, you're out of line."

Before Hongjun could speak, his Disciples couldn't sit still.

"So what if I'm out of line? What, you gonna bite me?"

"Everyone shut up."

Seeing another fight about to break out, Hongjun quickly shouted them down, then said to Chu Yan:

"The Dao has fifty, Heavenly Evolution Forty-Nine, leaving One Escape Path to give all living beings a thread of life. Chu Yan, you have fought for this thread of life for the human race. From now on, you may be the Teacher of the Human Race, to educate and guide them. If you are willing, you may also enter my sect and become the seventh Disciple, but you must not alter the General Trend, or This Seat will surely bring down the Heavenly Tribulation."

Chu Yan just chuckled. What a damn good calculation.

He immediately shot back:

"The Teacher of the Human Race does not need you to bestow it. I am of the human race, and the first innate human. I have the duty to educate the human race. I don't need your concern."

Chu Yan's momentum didn't waver. How could he not know what Hongjun was thinking?

Although the title was the same—Teacher of the Human Race—the meaning was vastly different between earning it himself and having Hongjun name it.

If he didn't refute it, that would mean accepting Hongjun's words, and he would definitely be schemed against again.

Chu Yan knew these Primordial Chaos bastards all had eight million tricks up their sleeves.

His own little schemes were nothing in front of them.

So he would rather take nothing than leave a handle for them to grab.

At the same time, these words directly blocked Taiqing's chance to become a saint. If Taiqing tried to force his way into the human race, don't blame Chu Yan for being rude.

He then continued:

"As for becoming your Disciple? You're thinking too much. My Primordial Human Race, every person a dragon, with limitless future potential. How could a mere Dao Ancestor's disciple satisfy us? What qualification does that give you to make my human race your Dao Ancestor's disciples? Hongjun, you're not much to look at, but you sure know how to dream."

"You—"

Hongjun was so angry his beard and eyes bristled. How could he not know that Chu Yan was trying to jump out of Fixed Number and become a Variable?

"What? You got a problem? If you're not convinced, let's fight another round."

I fucking—

Hongjun was so furious his Three Corpse Gods jumped, veins bulging on his forehead.

Chu Yan was certain that Hongjun wouldn't dare start another fight.

That was why he acted so brazenly.

"Hongjun, listen well. Human matters are for humans to resolve themselves. Keep your disciples in line. If anyone dares to set their sights on the human race—no matter who it is—I will grind their bones to dust, even if they're a saint."

His words were ironclad. After speaking, Chu Yan's gaze snapped toward Jieyin and Zhunti.

Chu Yan understood clearly: after the Wu-Yao era came the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation. Those two, Jieyin and Zhunti, had tricked Di Xin into humiliating Nuwa.

That was how the Humanity Dao was schemed against during the Investiture Tribulation, and why there would never again be a Human Emperor.

Then, word by word, he said:

"Even if it means jade and stone burning together, shattering the Primordial Wilderness."

As he spoke, Chu Yan's boundless killing intent erupted, a death-defying aura shooting straight at Hongjun.

It enraged Hongjun to the point of losing his composure.

Now he finally understood why Nuwa had been tearing her hair out earlier.

Knowing his little schemes had been seen through by Chu Yan, he forcibly swallowed his anger and nodded:

"Is that so? Then let's each rely on our own methods. If you insist on this path, then all future karma and consequences for the human race will fall on your shoulders. Think it over carefully. This Seat's position as the seventh disciple of Purple Cloud Palace is always open for you."

Hongjun's face showed neither joy nor sorrow, only a slight pallor.

He had originally planned to turn all variables into Fixed Numbers.

But now it seemed that road was still long.

"Enough. Let's go."

Hongjun dropped the words and led his disciples toward Purple Cloud Palace.

Suddenly, as if possessed, Chu Yan said to Tongtian:

"Daoist Tongtian, the Xuanmen Immortal Path has no future. Better cultivate Pangu's Great Dao. You just saw it—a single trace of Pangu's Will turned Hongjun into a dog."

Thud—

Hongjun stumbled and fell flat on his face.

He turned his head and roared:

"Chu Yan, shut your mouth—!"

With that, he waved his hand, and everyone vanished.

"Tch, I thought you were going to do something, but all you did was talk tough. You really think I was born yesterday?"

Watching Hongjun leave with Saint Nuwa and the other disciples, Chu Yan let out a breath of relief.

The countless Great Powers also slowly dispersed, each nursing their own schemes.

The Primordial Human Race had just emerged and already caused such terrifying shockwaves.

Even Pangu had appeared, and for the sake of humanity, he had given up the chance to revise the River of Destiny.

Old Ancestor Minghe, Zhen Yuanzi—these big shots all began their own machinations.

"Chu Yan."

An aged voice rang out.

He looked—it was Dijiang, leader of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

But now Dijiang had none of his former vigor; he had become a withered, decrepit old man on the verge of death.

"The vitality of the human race has been ignited. You may develop freely. If you need any help, come to the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall. My Witch Race will spare nothing to protect you all."

These words moved Chu Yan deeply.

Even though it was because of Pangu that the Witch Race was willing to pay such a price, this was still an enormous karmic debt.

"Thank you. Once I've settled the human race, I will surely come to visit."

"Good. We have expended too much and cannot stay long. We must return to the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall to recover."

With that, the Twelve Ancestor Witches dragged their weary bodies step by step toward the Buzhou Mountain Range.

With every step, the earth trembled.

Chu Yan watched in shock—indeed, even aged Ancestor Witches were still this formidable.

All the Great Powers had left, leaving only the hundred thousand Innate Humans standing bewildered in the Eastern Sea.

"Clansmen!"

A great roar, and Chu Yan's voice rang out.