I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors

"Human Clan Xuanyuan Shi! For the bloodline of our human race, he burned to his utmost glory and fought the Great Luo Demon Marshal all the way into the Chaos Outer Heavens! This Blood Rain on Shouyang Mountain is the blood of Human Clan Xuanyuan Shi!!"

"Human Clan Suiren Shi! His strange fire scorched the heavens beyond the worlds, the sky itself burned red! But now heaven and earth are pitch black, no firelight remains! No flame! Is the fire about to go out?"

"Human Clan Shennong Shi! His cauldron shattered protecting the human race! The Supreme Emperor Pill was meant to sustain the human path forward, yet now its medicinal fragrance fades, and the cauldron lies broken... How utterly lamentable!!!"

"The Human Supreme Body, the bearer of the Incomparable Double Pupils, was stripped of bones and drained of blood, reduced to a test subject for the demon race! I curse heaven for its injustice against humanity!!!"

Youchao Shi sensed the formation of that Blood Rain, his heart wracked with unbearable grief, bloodshot veins spreading across his eyes.

The Three Human Ancestors had sent him to Shouyang Mountain carrying the Human Kindling Fire.

But as for those three, their fate—life or death—was unknown.

The taste of mere survival was suffocating, leaving no will to live!

How could this be!

How could this be allowed!

Even the Human Ancestors, burning to their utmost glory, could not match a single Demon Marshal?

Countless human beings felt a deep sorrow in their hearts, as if someone important had fallen this very day!

"Demon race! Blood debts must be repaid in blood!"

On Shouyang Mountain, Jiang Chen roared in grief and fury.

He perceived the source of the Blood Rain—it fell from the great battle in the Chaos Outer Heavens.

Though Xuanyuan, Shennong, Suiren, and the others still showed signs of life, the battle must have been brutal beyond measure!

What the human race heard, what they saw...

Bones piled into mountains, wails of despair and fury!

Jiang Chen's roar of righteous anger reached the ears of every human being.

They began to gaze toward the summit of Shouyang Mountain!

That mountain was the ancestral land of the human race!

From here, humanity had marched into the Primordial World!

Likewise, on this ancestral land, they worshipped two sages connected to humanity.

The statues of Lord Taiqing the Sage and Empress Nuwa stood atop Shouyang Mountain.

Tens of thousands of years ago, after creating the Innate Human Race, Empress Nuwa had laid down the Protective Divine Words.

For ten thousand years, no race in the Primordial World could lay a hand on humanity!

Now, those ten thousand years had long passed. Humanity had lost its protection and gradually been reduced to mere blood food.

But the lingering might of the two sages remained. With their statues here, slaughter dared not easily descend upon this land.

Now, Shouyang Mountain had become humanity's only refuge in the Primordial World.

"It's the Human Emperor! Is the Human Emperor going to fight the demons?"

"No!!!"

"Do not go out! Our human experts have all but vanished—we cannot suffer another Blood Calamity!"

They could not bear to see another human expert die at the hands of the demon race.

Xuanyuan Shi, Suiren Shi, and the others were missing, their fates unknown. If the Human Emperor fought to the death today, humanity would never rise again!

Once the Human Emperor fell, it would be nearly the same as burying all the Methods to Attain Dao along the Path of Transcendence he had forged!

Without a guide, everything was nothing. Humanity would never see the light of day!

"I beg the Human Emperor to consider the billions of human lives, to endure for the sake of our race's rise! One day, we will claim this vengeance!"

Weeping and pleading filled Shouyang Mountain!

They did not want Jiang Chen to act, for he had not attained sainthood and could never stand against the demon race.

If he stepped off Shouyang Mountain, he would likely be slain here!

But humanity... the Blood Calamity was still unfolding!

Tens of thousands of human beings were exploding into gore along the way!

Finally, a thunderous roar came from the Chaos Outer Heavens.

Its momentum was colossal, shaking the Primordial World, extinguishing the Eternal Stars. A battle at the Great Luo Level could casually destroy rules and order, folding void itself like a pinch of the fingers.

"Hmph! Ants of the human race—do they truly require this Emperor's hand?"

Demon Emperor Di Jun's voice rang out like a great bronze bell, striking the most ancient and distant notes of the Primordial World, shaking heaven and earth!

It stirred all the races of the Primordial!

The Demon Emperor Di Jun had made his move!!!

Bang!

Three blood-soaked bodies descended from beyond the Chaos Heavens.

The cauldron was shattered, the strange flames extinguished, and even the Grand Unity Sword Embryo had snapped!

"It's Xuanyuan Shi, Suiren Shi, Shennong Shi! Are they... fallen? With the Demon Emperor striking personally, who could possibly survive?"

The Human Race let out a despairing wail.

That was a Quasi-Saint!

The most invincible combat power below the Sages!

"Cough... cough..." Xuanyuan Shi coughed blood. They were not dead yet.

The Grand Unity Sword Embryo was a Houtian Supreme Treasure! Though it could not compare to the two great Houtian Merit Supreme Treasures of the Primordial Era, it could still protect the three men's divine souls at the cost of breaking apart.

Moreover, the several strange flames were comparable to the Ten Great Origin Fires of the Primordial Era, and the great cauldron was no less than a Houtian Spiritual Treasure.

Those things had taken the fatal calamity for them!

The three men were not dead, yet there was no excess joy among the Human Race.

They had heard the Demon Emperor's voice—a Quasi-Saint was about to strike personally?

In the Primordial Era, aside from the Wu Clan and a few other reclusive great figures, who could possibly stand against him?

"Hiss!!! Is Heaven determined to destroy my Human Race?"

"We beg Lord Taiqing the Sage to show great mercy and shelter my Human Race in this time of Blood Calamity."

"We implore Lord Taiqing the Sage to show great mercy and deliver my Human Race from annihilation."

At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, some Human Race beings began to worship the statues of Taiqing and Empress Nuwa.

Now, only two Sages could block the Demon Emperor's killing blow!

"We beg Lord Taiqing the Sage..."

"We implore Empress Nuwa..."

Prayer after prayer, kowtow after kowtow. Beneath the Blood Rain, the Human Race had taken the two Sages as their last lifeline.

But the two statues were utterly still—silent in a terrifying way!

"Heh... ants are still ants. How dare they dream of reaching the Sage's thoughts?" Flying Sickle snorted coldly. As the vanguard, he and Demon Emperor Di Jun arrived one after the other above Shouyang Mountain!

Chapter 23: Meeting an Emperor Without Bowing, True Fate Is Lost [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"The Demon Emperor!"

At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, countless Human Race beings saw that immensely majestic and towering figure in that very moment. Simply by hovering in midair, he was enough to crush the breath out of them!

A leisurely voice rang out as Flying Sickle transformed into a Heaven-Swallowing Giant Beast, descending upon the mortal world alongside the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race!

Chaos Qi swirled around Di Jun, obscuring his face from view.

But behind him, a brilliant and magnificent ancient painting scroll was unfurling.

Di Jun was unmatched!

The cultivation of a Quasi-Saint shook the past and present—it was the strongest combat power below the Sages!

The pinnacle of the Demon Race!

Among the Human Race, even Xuanyuan Shi, who had pushed himself to the limit and paid a tremendous price for a brief moment of Grand Unity cultivation, could not last a single round against him!

And with so many divine objects comparable to Houtian Supreme Treasures and Houtian Spiritual Treasures, he had nearly perished, his Dao extinguished!

"The Demon Emperor of the Demon Race!"

Hearing the commotion, the Wu Clan also rushed over.

A Quasi-Saint of the Demon Race descending upon the Primordial Earth—this was not something they could afford to take lightly.

In an instant, a full six of the Ancestral Witches had arrived.

Di Jiang, Gong Gong, Zhurong, Houtu...