The East Sea Coast was littered with corpses.
There were million-zhang-tall members of the Demon Race, as well as the mutilated remains of the Human Race.
"We won, we won..."
The Three Ancestors of the Human Race roared toward the heavens.
Blood and tears streamed down their faces. The countless Human Race beings felt no joy in victory, only boundless grief and longing for those who had fallen.
"Today, we offer the blood of the Demon Race to our fallen kin!"
Emperor Fuxi stood above the clouds. The River Map and Luo Book shone with profound laws as the Demon Race's corpses and blood piled up into a mountain of the dead, while Heaven and Earth Sha Qi continuously gathered.
The mutilated remains of the Human Race, meanwhile, were buried by Emperor Fuxi in the deepest part of the Human Sacred Land. Profound laws gathered in the air and descended upon the countless members of the Human Race.
Among the crowd, an Innate Human Race member sat cross-legged beneath a great tree with eyes tightly shut, immersed in the Martial Dao, seemingly comprehending the order of the Human Path.
"Three Ancestors of the Human Race, countless members of the Human Race, what have you learned from this calamity?"
Dong Wanggong clasped his hands behind his back, his expression betraying neither joy nor sorrow.
Nuwa had created humanity, and he too was the Holy Father of the Human Race.
But in the cruel Primordial World, Dong Wanggong could not protect the Human Race forever. Instead, he had to let these protagonists of the world rise amid bloodshed and slaughter.
One must break before one could rebuild; only after destruction could there be renewal.
Only by enduring a calamity that threatened to wipe them out could the Human Race understand the importance