After all the living beings had dispersed and the Primordial World had once again fallen silent,
Chu Yan's heart only grew more and more turbulent.
He looked at the countless Human corpses strewn across the ground.
In this battle, the Primordial Human Race had lost more than half its numbers, and its destiny had fallen straight to rock bottom.
It would take quite some time to recover.
"I knew the Human Race was going to suffer, and I did everything I could to prevent it, but in the end, I still couldn't avoid it. Being weak is a sin."
Chu Yan was in anguish. He had known it would happen and wanted to change things, but he couldn't.
That helplessness filled Chu Yan with fury.
"No. I won't let this go. I still have a backup plan. That's right, I still have a backup plan."
Then he looked toward Chaos.
"Hongjun, just you wait. My revenge will come soon. And Nuwa—you actually gave the Yao Race a cheat code. So what is there left for me to hold back?"
He drew his gaze away and looked toward Buzhou Mountain.
"Great God Pangu, I believe you'll lend me a hand, won't you?"
Then Chu Yan set foot on the path up Buzhou Mountain.
He didn't tend to the Human corpses or comfort the grieving members of the Human Race.
The Human Race needed to grow strong on its own. They couldn't live under his protection forever.
The strength of one person was ultimately limited. Only by relying on the entire Human Race could they truly establish themselves.
"If they never weather the storm, how can they see the rainbow? If they never grow accustomed to life and death, how can they mature? It's time to let the Human Race endure hardship."