Innate Human Sacrifice, Humanity Dao, Establish

Above the Primordial World, Chu Yan's heart burned with anxiety.

"Self-detonating the Human Race Dao Tradition, this remaining wisp of aura can't support establishing the Dao Tradition at all. Even if I change course now, it's too late. What do I do? What can I do?"

Chu Yan was completely panicked, feeling the residual aura of the Human Race Dao Tradition growing fainter by the moment.

Chu Yan was about to tear his hair out in desperation.

He finally understood how Nuwa must have felt back when he pushed her into that corner.

Suddenly, Sect Master Tongtian's voice rang out across the Primordial World:

"Human Master, the Human Race Dao Tradition has self-detonated. Only a trace of aura remains, insufficient to establish it. To successfully establish the Human Race Dao Tradition, the only way is for the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans to willingly sacrifice themselves. There is no other method."

Sect Master Tongtian damaged Pangu's Primordial Spirit, forcibly deducing the future to open a path of survival for Chu Yan.

But the cost was immense. At this moment, Sect Master Tongtian's three thousand black hairs had turned white.

He had already split off twelve strands of his Primordial Spirit before, and now his Primordial Spirit was damaged once more.

Sect Master Tongtian had wounded his very foundation.

The Endless Great Powers of the Primordial World changed expression drastically.

"What? We need the sacrifice of One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans to successfully condense the Human Race Dao Tradition?"

"Those are Innate Humans! They are born to guard the Human Race Destiny. If they are sacrificed, then the Human Race Destiny..."

Everyone understood: once the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans died, the Human Race Destiny could no longer be fully suppressed.

At that point, wouldn't the Heavenly Dao Saints be free to carve it up as they pleased?

For a moment, the Endless Great Powers of the Primordial World held their breath, all wanting to know what Chu Yan would choose.

The All Saints of the Heavenly Dao were also startled upon hearing this.

Was there really such good fortune?

"None of you may disturb Chu Yan as he establishes the Human Race Dao Tradition. Wait for the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans to sacrifice themselves willingly, and then welcome the Seventh Disciple Under My Sect."

Hongjun's voice transmitted over, and the saints heard it clearly, each one overjoyed.

With such good fortune, who would block it?

"How could it come to this—!"

Chu Yan roared, tears of blood streaming down his face.

"I have guarded the human race with all my effort, created the Human Race Dao Tradition myself, all to keep humanity from being schemed against. But I never imagined it would end like this. I refuse to accept it—!"

He roared at the heavens, and a terrifying aura of resentment spread across the Primordial World.

This was an open scheme. Either sacrifice the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans to complete the Human Race Dao Tradition, handing the saints of the heavens a golden opportunity to scheme against humanity. Or refuse to sacrifice them, and the Human Race Dao Tradition would be lost forever.

Then humanity would be utterly at the mercy of the All Saints of the Heavenly Dao.

"Ah—!"

A mad, unwilling howl. Chu Yan truly had no idea what to do.

"Chu Yan, sacrifice them. The One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans have long been fatally wounded by the Ten Golden Crows. Even if you don't sacrifice them now, within a hundred years, they will all die anyway. Sacrifice them, establish the Human Race Dao Tradition, and rely on your own means afterward. If you don't, humanity loses its chance forever."

Sect Master Tongtian's voice rang out in Chu Yan's mind.

Tears of blood fell from Chu Yan's eyes, scattering across the Primordial World.

Instantly, a rain of blood poured from the sky.

"Is there really no other way?"

Feeling the aura of the Human Race Dao Tradition growing weaker and weaker, Chu Yan felt only helplessness.

A wave of grief enveloped the entire Primordial World. Countless Living Beings were infected by it, weeping without end.

The Primordial World, already thick with karmic sin, appeared even more scarlet under this blood rain.

Thud—.

Suddenly, the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans all knelt, forcing their bodies upright, and kowtowed in Chu Yan's direction.

"Human Master above, for the sake of the human race, we willingly give up our lives. We beg the Human Master to grant this."

Pfft—.

As the words fell, the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans severed their own life force and collapsed to the ground.

Instantly, the Human Race Destiny began to scatter and fall into chaos.

The saints watched, trembling with excitement.

"Hahaha, the Human Race Destiny is finally ours."

"This Saint's Human Religion finally has both name and substance."

"No—!"

Chu Yan's expression shifted drastically, but these one hundred thousand Innate Humans seemed resolute.

"Human Master above, we willingly abandon our lives. For the Human Race, we have no regrets. Pfft—."

Another Innate Human severed their own life force.

"Stop! I said stop! Stop—!"

A heart-wrenching roar, yet Chu Yan could not stop them.

"Human Master, we volunteer this offering. For the Human Race, the Human Master need not feel guilt. Pfft—."

"Human Master, the Human Race is entrusted to you. I depart with peace of mind. Pfft—."

"Human Master, the Human Race stands strong, revering neither Heaven nor Earth. I, as one of the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans, hereby declare to all the Human Race: the Human Race shall be self-reliant. Avenge us. Pfft—."

"Human Master, we take our leave. Pfft—."

One after another, they ceaselessly severed their own life force. The Human Race Destiny grew ever more chaotic—if before it had been a single twisted rope.

Then now, that rope had begun to unravel, scattering and drifting in all directions.

"No, no—."

Chu Yan was overwhelmed with grief. He too was Human, with flesh and blood—how could he watch his kin march to their deaths?

"Human Master, do not blame yourself, do not grieve. We willingly offer ourselves. We only ask that the Human Master not betray our sacrifice. Pfft—."

"Human Master, the Human Race Dao Tradition must be established. The Human Race is the strongest. Otherwise, we will die with eyes unclosed—."

Each one went to their death with unwavering resolve, maintaining an upright posture even in their final moments.

This was to tell all of the Human Race: heads may be severed, blood may flow, but the dignity of the Human Race must never fall.

It also told all of the Human Race: the Human Race stands tall between Heaven and Earth, unafraid of death.

And it told every Living Being in the Primordial World: this is the Human Race—the unbending, iron-boned Human Race.

"Human Master, your Dao Oath is engraved in our hearts. Today, we willingly offer our lives, transforming into the souls of the Human Race to guard the Primordial Human Race. Human Master, the Human Race Dao Tradition must be established. Pfft—."

"In life, we open ten thousand ages of peace for the Human Race. In death, we transform into the souls of the Human Race, guarding it for eternity."

"We willingly become the souls of the Human Race, to guard the Human Race—."

At this moment, Chu Yan's Dao Oath once again resounded across the Primordial World.

The One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans went to their deaths one after another, severing their own life force.

A vast amount of Human Race Destiny began to converge upon Chu Yan.

Along with it came the will and guardianship of the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans.

Rumble rumble rumble...

The Human Race Dao Tradition on Chu Yan's body instantly began to radiate golden light.

The One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans, with their unyielding will, forcibly sustained the aura of the Human Race Dao Tradition.

"Chu Yan! If not now, when will you Establish the Human Race Dao Tradition?"

Sect Master Tongtian's roar instantly ignited Chu Yan's fury.

"Hear me, all Living Beings of the Primordial World! Hear me, All Saints of the Heavens! Hongjun, you hear me too! The Human Race has suffered calamity today. The One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans are dead to the last. In the future, my Human Race will surely exact retribution—or else may the entire Human Race perish to the last—!"

A grief-stricken roar echoed throughout every corner of the Primordial World.

An icy killing intent flooded the Primordial World.

Every Living Being felt a chill run down their spine.

"Human Race Dao Tradition—Establish for me—!"

Rumble rumble...

In an instant, the aura erupting from Chu Yan's body exploded outward.

Faintly, it seemed as if the grand, profound tones of the Great Dao could be heard.

The entire Primordial World was filled with boundless Dao resonance.

When All Saints saw this, their expressions also shifted drastically.

"Such a powerful Human Race Dao Tradition—it has actually caused the Great Dao's resonance to manifest."

"Hmph, no matter how strong, what of it? Of the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans, only Chu Yan remains. Even if the Human Race Dao Tradition is the strongest, he still cannot stabilize the Human Race Destiny. In the end, it will only benefit us."

All Saints laughed smugly.

Sect Master Tongtian, however, wore a face full of worry. The One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans had sacrificed themselves, but one person was missing.

That person was Chu Yan.

Under such circumstances, even if the Human Race Dao Tradition were established, it would be incomplete.

"Sigh..."

Sect Master Tongtian let out a sigh. If Chu Yan did not offer himself as a sacrifice, the Human Race Dao Tradition would be incomplete. But if Chu Yan did sacrifice himself, the Human Race would lose its Innate Human Race forever—what could be done?

Yet at this moment, Chu Yan spoke again.

"I, Chu Yan, Human Race Teacher, the first Innate Human of the Primordial World, willingly offer myself as a sacrifice to complete the Human Race Dao Tradition."

Clang—

Countless Great Powers were startled.

"What? Chu Yan is offering himself willingly? Does he not want to live anymore?"

All Saints were also taken aback. Chu Yan sacrificing himself voluntarily... wouldn't that mean... heh heh.

"The Human Race Dao Tradition—Establish."