Humanity Dao Suffers Self-Harm, Tongtian Burns His Primordial Spirit to Aid the Establishment of the Human Race Dao Tradition

Yet every living being understood that the Demon Heavenly Court of the Heavenly Court was truly finished.

Chu Yan was a madman—if he said he would kill you, you had no escape.

Hadn't they seen even a Sage slain? What more the Demon Race?

"Offend my Human Race, and though the distance be vast, vengeance shall be exacted."

This single sentence suddenly surfaced in the minds of all living beings.

"The Demon Race... is finished."

Given Chu Yan's nature, once he recovered, he would surely retaliate.

"A pity. Right now Chu Yan is at his weakest. If the Demon Race could seize this chance to kill him, all would be well. But alas, the Witch Race has them completely tied down."

Many powerful beings had already glimpsed the Demon Race's end.

Why did they have to provoke the Human Race of all enemies?

At this moment, the Primordial World was riddled with scars.

Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire raged everywhere. Buzhou Mountain was scorched bare. Countless living beings across the Primordial World had been directly slaughtered—over half of them.

The Wu-Yao races suffered casualties exceeding half their numbers; it seemed they would be unable to fight again for some time.

Di Jun was killed. The River Diagram and Luo Book vanished without a trace.

Yuanshi Tianzun was slain twice in succession, causing the Chan Sect's destiny to plummet to rock bottom.

The Innate Supreme Treasure, the Pangu Banner, was also cracked and fissured from the beating.

Yuanshi Tianzun no longer dared to show his face.

In this battle, Chu Yan used his actions to tell all beings of the Primordial World:

Whoever dares provoke the Human Race faces an unending war to the death.

In this battle, Chu Yan told every living being in the Primordial World:

The Human Race cannot be bullied...

Yet the cost was also astronomically immense.

The Human Race Destiny bottomed out, leaving only a single thread.

The Human Race Dao Tradition collapsed, retaining only a wisp of its aura.

The One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans lay gasping for breath, on the verge of death at every moment.

Chu Yan's body barely clung to life, sustained solely by that last shred of Human Race Destiny.

Countless humans died. The Primordial Earth cracked open. Karmic sin coiled around Chu Yan.

He had also triggered the Primordial Killing Calamity. Endless living beings answered the calamity's call, and even Sages could not escape.

It was fortunate that Hongjun did not enter the fray, or even he would have been swept into the calamity.

Countless living beings looked upon this devastation, each feeling bitter in their hearts.

Sect Master Tongtian was also filled with grief.

Chu Yan had self-detonated the Human Race Dao Tradition—this was severing the Human Race's future.

Above, the Primordial sky was filled with drifting Vengeful Souls.

A terrifying Sha Qi permeated the entire Primordial World.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches were beaten until they had no spirit, energy, or vitality left.

The Demon Heavenly Court suffered devastating losses, and the Demon Emperor himself was killed by Chu Yan.

In a massive, deep crater, Chu Yan gasped for breath.

Blood continuously seeped from the torn wounds all over his body.

The pain wracking his entire frame nearly made him black out, but he still had things to do. He bit his tongue to stay as lucid as possible.

"Quick, quick—I have to stand up. Get up, damn it!"

He roared inwardly, over and over.

The Human Race Dao Tradition had self-detonated, leaving only a faint trace of its aura still lingering, but that aura was still dissipating.

If Chu Yan could not establish a new Human Race Dao Tradition before the aura vanished completely, then the Human Race's future would be severed forever.

Chu Yan had no second chance. If he failed to seize this opportunity, the Human Race would be utterly lost.

Yet even if he managed to establish the Dao Tradition at this moment, it had already been riddled with holes by Chu Yan's own actions.

The Human Race's fate would only become more turbulent, forever adrift in stormy uncertainty, and like other races, it might well be erased from the river of history.

Yet he had no choice but to leave.

"Get up—get up, damn it—!"

A furious roar echoed in his heart, but he couldn't muster a shred of strength.

Suddenly, in that instant, a Dragon's Roar exploded forth.

In that moment, the entire Primordial world changed again.

"Hm? The aura of Humanity Dao?"

"Damn it, could Humanity be about to awaken?"

All Living Beings looked over and saw terrifying auras releasing from the deep pit where Chu Yan lay.

Yet they felt weak and feeble, all bark and no bite.

"No, this is Humanity forcibly awakening itself—a move that wounds the enemy eight hundred while harming oneself ten thousand. What is Humanity trying to do?"

In the Purple Cloud Palace, even Hongjun was completely baffled.

They saw golden light burst from Chu Yan's entire body in an instant.

A surge of power came from deep within his heart.

"Rise for me—!"

With a roar, a thunderous crash sounded.

Chu Yan condensed his Dharma Body once more, towering ten thousand zhang high.

Chu Yan immediately seized the moment to establish the Human Race Dao Tradition, understanding in his heart that Humanity was helping him through self-mutilation.

If he didn't seize this chance, it would all be over.

"Hear me, Primordial Human Race. I, Chu Yan, Human Race Teacher, hereby establish the Human Race Dao Tradition today."

Chu Yan's voice spread across the entire Primordial land.

Endless Living Beings and all Great Powers turned their gazes to Chu Yan's Dharma Body.

The hearts of All Saints sank to rock bottom.

"Are we just supposed to watch Chu Yan establish the Human Race Dao Tradition? How will we scheme for Human Race Destiny in the future?"

Each of them grew frantic, yet none dared to intervene.

Humanity Dao's power guarded him—though outwardly weak, it was more than enough to instantly kill a Saint.

Yuanshi Tianzun was the example, beaten until his destiny was spent and his Innate Supreme Treasure nearly destroyed.

"Without breaking, there is no building; break first, then build. I, Chu Yan, Human Race Teacher, hereby establish the Human Race Dao Tradition today. The Three Realms of the Primordial have Heaven, Earth, and Man; Man has three paths of Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Relying not on Heaven-Earth power, drawing not on Primordial spirits, I open the Human Race Dao Tradition with Essence, Qi, and Spirit..."

Chu Yan's voice resounded across the Primordial land.

The more they listened, the more shocked they became.

"What exactly is Chu Yan's Human Race Dao Tradition trying to do? Not drawing on Heaven-Earth power, not following the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth—could he be trying to create his own Great Dao?"

"Impossible. Even the Chaos Demon Gods could only cultivate the Three Thousand Great Daos. Chu Yan is merely a living being born after the opening of the Primordial—how could he create his own Great Dao?"

Endless Living Beings were stunned, but the profound meaning was beyond them.

Yet the Saints' faces changed drastically.

"Damn it, this Chu Yan is trying to turn the world upside down. He wants to leap beyond the Three Realms, to lead the Human Race on a path of transcendence."

"Such arrogance. A bunch of ants dares to walk the path of transcendence? Aren't they afraid of perishing halfway?"

One after another, the Saints kept trading verbal barbs.

"Externally, train Steel Muscles and Iron Bones, forging an invincible physical body. Internally, cultivate Heaven-Earth's Profound Yellow, achieving the Universe and Primordial..."

He rattled off his exposition, which was even longer than the Dao Traditions the Three Pure Ones had established upon becoming Saints.

Countless humans listened with surging passion and boiling blood.

Their own blood had already begun to churn.

Yet in the next instant, it all came to a forced halt.

"How can this be?"

"Why has it stopped?"

Endless Great Powers were shocked.

The Heavenly Dao Saints in the Nine Heavens were stunned for a moment, then burst into joy.

"Haha, Chu Yan's self-detonation of the Human Race Dao Tradition has destroyed its foundation. Now he can no longer sustain the establishment of the Human Race Dao Tradition."

"For every gain, a loss. Chu Yan deserves this—a snake trying to swallow an elephant. He dared to delusionally seek transcendence, and now he reaps the bitter fruit."

"It seems this Saint's sect has hope, truly hope, haha..."

Taiqing, Yuanshi, Nuwa, and Jieyin and Zhunti—each of their faces bloomed with smiles.

Chu Yan could no longer establish the Human Race Dao Tradition, and the one hundred thousand Innate Humans were on the verge of death, their lives hanging by a thread.

When that happened, wouldn't the Human Race Destiny be theirs for the taking?

"It seems Yuanshi Tianzun's two deaths were worth it, and the Demon Prince's rampage through the Primordial World was practically divine assistance."

Hongjun narrowed his eyes as he watched Chu Yan:

"Hmph, you've finally tasted the bitter fruit, haven't you? You blew up the Human Race Dao Tradition yourself, and now you can't establish a new one. Chu Yan, Seventh Disciple Under My Sect, you can't escape."

When Sect Master Tongtian saw this scene from Jin'ao Island, tears of anxiety streamed down his face:

"How could this be? How could this be? We already carved out a bloody path, a thread of survival, so why can't we establish the Dao Tradition? Damn it! No, I have to help him. Pangu's Primordial Spirit, burn for me!"