Human Race Teacher

Chu Yan spread his arms and cried out:

"Today's battle has perfectly showcased the Human Race's spirit. With this battle, we have shown the living beings of the Primordial World that the Human Race cannot be bullied. We have won a thread of life for the Human Race, but whether we can hold on to it will depend on all of you working together."

A golden phantom slowly rose.

The Human Race's fortune began to gather.

"All living beings of the Primordial World, listen! I, Chu Yan, the first of the Primordial World's Innate Humans, hereby proclaim to all under heaven: I, Chu Yan, shall be the Human Race Teacher. I will protect the Human Race and guide it. While I live, I will ensure the Human Race flourishes and clear away every obstacle to its development. When I die, I will become the soul of the Human Race and protect its peace for all eternity. Heaven, Earth, Human, Ghost, and God shall bear witness!"

As his words fell, the Human Race's fortune surged.

"Greetings to the Human Master!"

The One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans knelt in worship. The Human Race's fortune began to rise, replenishing what had been spent.

"Greetings to the Human Master!"

Across the Primordial World, countless living beings knelt before Chu Yan.

Rumble...

The Human Race's fortune boiled over completely.

In almost the blink of an eye, the Human Race's fortune that had been depleted was completely replenished.

"Congratulations on the birth of the Human Race Teacher!"

Endless Great Powers of the Primordial World offered their congratulations, though some were merely adding to the praise.

Rumble...

The Human Race's fortune surged past its former peak and climbed much higher.

This was the thread of life the Human Race had fought for. Now it was time to reap the reward.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a vast expanse of golden light burst from the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall.

In an instant, it illuminated hundreds of millions of kilometers.

"The Witch Race's fortune has increased."

"Just as expected. The Witch Race risked everything to help the Human Race. Now that the Human Race has gained the upper hand, how could the Witch Race not benefit?"

"From now on, the fortunes of the Human Race and the Witch Race are linked. Anyone who still wants to target the Human Race will have to think twice."

The Witch Race was a power even the Sages were unwilling to provoke. These little minnows certainly dared not.

The Endless Great Powers of the Primordial World watched, practically drooling. With such an immense fortune, wouldn't they become Sages on the spot if it were theirs?

In the Demon Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi saw this and flew into a rage.

"Damnable Human Race, you've gone too far in bullying the Demon Race!"

Pfft—

He was so furious that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it! First, the Human Race had forced a Demon Race Sage to swear an oath, then severed the Demon Race Sage's Opportunity to Become Saint.

Afterward, they had helped the Witch Race break through the Zhou Tian Star Dou, driving the Demon Race's fortune to rock bottom.

At long last, Nuwa had become a Sage and stabilized their fortune, only for the Human Race's fortune to surge once more.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi felt as though their faces were burning from the slap.

"Senior Brother, this fortune of the Human Race is destined for the Western Lands."

Jieyin and Zhunti were consumed by greed as well, but they didn't dare make a move. All they could do was drool.

Yuanshi's chest heaved with rage. How could such a weak, ant-like race possess so much fortune?

Nuwa was even so furious that she coughed up blood three times over. She had lost more than half of such an immense fortune.

If the Human Race had acknowledged her as their Holy Mother, all of this fortune would have belonged to her.

But Chu Yan had ruined it all. She could only gain a small portion of the merit for creating humans.

This only made Nuwa hate Chu Yan even more.

"No. I absolutely won't let this matter rest. I've already become a Sage. I'll make up for my losses no matter what."

If only Chu Yan could have heard her. He would surely have scoffed.

If Nuwa did nothing now and simply kept out of trouble, she would continue to enjoy the fortune from creating humans.

But if she kept provoking trouble, she might end up losing more than she gained.

Nearby, Tongtian felt his mind suddenly brighten.

"This is... the Human Race's fortune?"

Tongtian was stunned. He hadn't expected to benefit from it as well.

That was right. He had risked everything by setting up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation to help the Human Race. That meant he had incurred Karma with them.

How could the Human Race not repay it?

What's more, this battle had only strengthened Tongtian's belief in his Doctrine.

Yet Chu Yan's final words had made Tongtian waver.

Could he really have been wrong?

Crackling—

Suddenly, thunder rang out in the clear sky.

Countless rays of golden light descended, heading straight for Chu Yan.

The sight left the Endless Great Powers of the Primordial World aghast.

"How could this be? After everything Chu Yan has done, the Heavenly Dao is still bestowing merit upon him?"

"Good heavens, there's so much! It's even more merit than what descended when Saint Nuwa created humans."

Everyone watched, practically drooling.

Chu Yan merely snorted.

"Hmph! How dare a mere bit of Heavenly Dao Merit act so presumptuously? Did you think my words just now were a joke?"

The moment he said this, the Endless Great Powers of the Primordial World were utterly thunderstruck.

What audacity!

The Golden Giant above Chu Yan's head suddenly threw a punch.

"Disperse!"

Rumble...

Heaven and earth shook. Chu Yan's punch scattered the terrifying merit in an instant.

Holy crap...

All the Great Powers were terrified. How could Chu Yan dare to do that?

"Rumble..."

The sky suddenly darkened. Rolling thunderclouds pressed down, as though they were about to strike Chu Yan dead.

Chu Yan was undaunted. The Golden Giant stood tall beneath the heavens.

"The Human Race decides its own affairs. It needs no one else's pity."

The Human Race had finally opened a thread of life for itself. If it accepted the Heavenly Dao Merit now, then all its previous efforts would have been for nothing.

Heavenly Dao Merit was like a drug: the more you took, the more addicted you became, until eventually you couldn't live without it.

But more than anything, it brought Karma.

According to the Heavenly Dao's schemes, if the Human Race accepted this merit—even a single bit—then the Heavenly Dao would have it completely under its control.

Only after proclaiming his words to the Primordial World did Chu Yan lead his people away.

Before leaving, he glanced at the final clump of Nine Heavens Soil.

After a moment's thought, he took it in his hand.

"Nine Heavens Soil, a product of Chaos. Heh heh, Hongjun, I'll prepare a surprise for you."

The Shore of the East Sea had been devastated by this battle.

Looking at the ruined coastline, Chu Yan sighed.

It seemed they would have to head to Buzhou Mountain after all.

The Human Race's fortune was strong, but its people were weak. If they relied on their fortune in every battle, then even as the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth, the Human Race would eventually decline.

That was something Chu Yan didn't want to see.

Besides, although they had summoned the Human Way Golden Dragon in the previous battle, doing so had damaged the Human Race's foundations. It would take a long time to make up for that loss.

"Alas, Humanity Dao emerged late to begin with. Now it will be delayed even further. For the sake of securing a thread of life for the Human Race, the Human Way Golden Dragon forcibly projected itself. The Human Race has won a chance to survive, but Humanity Dao's foundations have been damaged. Who knows how long it will be before it awakens?"

Fortunately, this was still the Witch-Monster Tribulation, and the Sages had not yet fully become Sages. With some careful planning, the damage could be repaired.

It seemed the Human Race was destined to take part in the Witch-Monster Tribulation.

Putting those thoughts aside, Chu Yan waved his hand.

"Let's go. We're heading to Buzhou Mountain."

The Primordial Human Race began its great migration. Countless groups were immediately frightened into making way for them.

Seeing this, the Great Powers of every faction quickly ordered their underlings not to provoke the Human Race under any circumstances.

If necessary, they were even to offer the Human Race assistance.

On one hand, they were genuinely afraid. The Human Race Teacher was a madman, someone who had directly taken part in the battlefield of the Chaos Demon God.

On the other hand, they wanted to build a good relationship with the Human Race. Its fortune was simply too tempting.

As a result, Chu Yan's journey went smoothly. Some other groups even volunteered to help.

But Chu Yan declined them all.

This was the Human Race's first step into the Primordial World, and the beginning of its rise.

The Human Race had to achieve it on its own.

A sharp sword is forged through grinding; plum blossoms bloom after enduring bitter cold.

Without harsh trials, how could the Human Race grow stronger? How could it ever be worthy of controlling its own destiny?