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

"Saint... what a fine Saint of the Human Teachings!"

Jiang Chen let out a cold, hollow laugh, immense sorrow weighing on his heart. He felt indignant on behalf of the human race.

The Grand Pure Sage—a Saint who had established the Human Teachings with humanity as his foundation, becoming a Saint through them.

Yet before this, he had watched with utter indifference as the Demon Race slaughtered humanity, turning a blind eye and deaf ear!

Humanity prayed to Grand Pure, and he remained unmoved!

If the Grand Pure Sage cultivated the Great Dao of Emotionlessness, needing to sever all desires, free of greed, anger, and ignorance...

Then after Grand Pure became a Saint, he bestowed the Golden Elixir Path upon humanity for cultivation, to dissolve the karmic debt of founding the Human Teachings and becoming a Saint—Jiang Chen would have nothing to say.

But the Human Teachings had been continuously siphoning the fortune of the human race!

This caused the first batch of Innate Human Race, created by Nuwa, who should have possessed a Body of Cultivation, to fail in birthing even a single Immortal!

Yes, not a single person had become an Immortal!!!

Aside from taking Xuandu as the first disciple of the Human Teachings to seize humanity's fortune, not one had achieved Immortality!!

If that weren't bad enough...

When the Demon Race slaughtered humanity, they prayed to Grand Pure, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Now, when Jiang Chen was about to kill Di Jun, Grand Pure actually stepped in to stop him!!!!

How pitiable is the human race?

How sorrowful is humanity!

How grievous is humanity's pain!

"Grand Pure!" Jiang Chen raised his sword, pointing it directly at Grand Pure's Dharma Image!

The sword light carried the power to annihilate the world, blinding to behold.

Even the mighty Ancestral Witches and Demon Race experts could only glimpse a faint trace of it.

"He... cannot be killed..."

With a Dao-chant, Grand Pure's Dharma Body slowly rose, wrapped in purple qi, with Chaotic mist condensing into dewdrops swirling around him, appearing solemn and supremely sacred.

"Grand Pure has truly descended his Dharma Body!" Outside the Chaos, several Ancestral Witches were stunned.

At the same time, within the Primordial World, Zhen Yuanzi of the Earth Immortal Realm sensed the Saint's descent and stepped across realms to arrive.

Ming He of the Blood Sea also gazed toward Shouyang Mountain of the human race...

Jiang Chen stared coldly at Grand Pure, his expression unchanged.

"The Heavenly Dao has its fixed course... for now... he cannot be killed..." Grand Pure spoke again.

It was precisely this sentence that made Jiang Chen understand why Grand Pure had descended to the lower realm.

The Heavenly Dao has its fixed course—who can fathom the Heavenly Dao's decrees?

Aside from that Dao Ancestor, no one can divine the Heavenly Dao's fixed course.

And Grand Pure was a disciple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun. This descent was likely guided by Hongjun's instruction.

They believed that his earlier sword strike would directly destroy the Heavenly Dao's fixed course for the Witch-Demon Calamity, slaying Di Jun here—hence Grand Pure intervened to save Di Jun.

But...

"Heavenly Dao's fixed course..." Jiang Chen murmured the phrase over and over.

Finally, he burst into unrestrained laughter, as if mocking the fixed course beneath that Calamity.

"A fine 'fixed course' indeed!"

"Is it the Heavenly Dao's fixed course that the Demon Race devours tens of millions of my human lives, feeding on humanity as blood sacrifices?"

"Me cutting him down here is nothing but an eye for an eye! Where is the Heavenly Dao's fixed course in that?!"

"Humanity is weak, not yet the masters of Heaven and Earth..." Grand Pure sat cross-legged in Chaos, his voice like thunder, penetrating every ear with immense authority.

There was no joy, no anger, no sorrow... no emotion whatsoever.

It was as if he were stating a Heaven-ordained outcome that no one could change.

Cultivating the Great Dao of Emotionlessness—this was exactly it!

"Humanity is weak? A fine 'humanity is weak'!"

"Heaven and Earth are not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs! All races exist beneath the Heavenly Dao, regarded equally!"

"Humanity is weak and devoured by the Demon Race—the reverse should also be possible!!"

Chapter 28: Questioning Laozi, Where Is Your Sage Virtue? [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"He... dares to face a Saint and speak such words!"

In the Chaos, Ancestral Witch Zhurong found it hard to believe. Was Jiang Chen planning to break with the Grand Pure Sage?

That would be an extremely foolish act!

Even if Jiang Chen now possessed the cultivation of a Saint, he was not like Grand Pure, who eternally resided in the Saint Realm.

Having already forged an irreconcilable enmity with the Demon Race, was he now to incur karmic ties with the Three Pure Ones as well?

In this era, the Three Pure Ones were the most formidable force among the Saints!

"Elder Brother Di Jiang, are we just going to watch? Though this human speaks with some disrespect toward a Saint, what he says doesn't seem wrong—the Demon Race slaughters humans, so why can't he slay the Demon Emperor?"

Houtu spoke with a puzzled expression.

Di Jiang gazed toward Shouyang Mountain and explained, "Little Sister, your nature is pure and innocent—that's one reason your brothers never let you step into the Primordial World."

"You still haven't understood why the Grand Pure Sage has come forth..."

"Heaven and Earth have their balances and fixed destinies... Our Wu Clan and the Demon Race are the two most powerful clans in the Primordial World, each ruling over one side of the realm."

"If the Human Race rises at this moment, it would undoubtedly shatter that fixed destiny."

"If Di Jun dies here, our Wu Clan can seize control of the Primordial World."

"Since the Dao Ancestor transformed into the Heavenly Dao, all things follow the fixed numbers of the Heavenly Dao."

"If this human didn't truly possess the power to slay the Demon Emperor, Grand Pure Laozi probably wouldn't have intervened."

Houtu listened to Di Jiang's words but still didn't understand.

"I still don't get it..."

"If everything follows the fixed numbers of the Heavenly Dao, then why are the Wu and Demon Clans still contending for supremacy?"

Di Jiang explained, "Fixed numbers can be changed—what we're doing is trying to alter that destiny."

"Unfortunately, in all Heaven and Earth, only Saints possess the qualification to change such fixed numbers."

Houtu's eyes suddenly lit with understanding. She opened her gaze, which seemed to hold boundless Chaos mist, and stared at Jiang Chen.

Murmuring, "So you're saying... this human, now briefly dwelling in the Saint Realm, also has that qualification?"

Houtu was intensely curious. She wanted to see how Jiang Chen would handle the Grand Pure Sage before him.

After all, one misstep in this situation would plunge them into the enmity of great karmic ties.

"Young one of the Human Race! Withdraw... This Dao can guarantee your Human Race a thousand years of peace... the Demon Race will not dare to trespass in the slightest..."

At last, Grand Pure Laozi, seated cross-legged within the Chaos Purple Qi, spoke slowly.

His tone betrayed no emotion, but the literal meaning of his words felt less like protection and more like charity.

Guarantee the Human Race a thousand years?

The Primordial World does not count years—a thousand years pass in the blink of an eye; a mere seclusion lasts millennia!

Was this charity?

Using such charity to make him withdraw?

Jiang Chen's hair scattered and flew wildly.

The Holy Sword of Slaughter in his hand gleamed with a cold light that invaded the world, radiating bone-piercing divine brilliance.

He raised his head toward the boundless heavens, and at this moment, it was as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world. He burst into laughter:

"Hahaha!!!"

"Ten thousand years..."

"Ten thousand years!"

"Grand Pure Sage! What a fine Grand Pure Sage!"

Jiang Chen's eyes blazed with sharp light. He pierced through the Chaos Purple Qi and saw Grand Pure Laozi's unruffled face.

Even offering ten thousand years of charity, he still looked down upon Heaven and Earth with merciless detachment from on high.

At this moment, Jiang Chen felt as though he were the most ordinary member of the Human Race, and that everything he had once believed in was utter nonsense!

"Using my Human Race as the foundation to establish the Human Teachings, you graciously bestowed the Golden Elixir Path like alms."

"You took Xuandu as your disciple, continuing to enjoy the Human Race's Great Destiny, yet you caused our Human Race's destiny to plummet lower and lower!"