Primordial Wilderness: I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors

"So this so-called Golden Elixir Path has left the Human Race unable to produce even a single immortal!"

"For tens of thousands of years, it has allowed the Human Race to be wantonly slaughtered by the Demon Race!"

Jiang Chen gripped his sword and stood atop Shouyang Mountain, its point aimed at Grand Pure!

Questions filled his heart, demanding an answer!

"May I ask, Grand Pure Sage! As the leader of Human Teachings, have you ever, at any moment, felt even the slightest shred of pity when you saw the Human Race being slaughtered?"

"May I ask, Grand Pure Sage! Having enjoyed the Human Race's Fortune, have you ever offered the Human Race any protection?"

"May I ask, Grand Pure Sage! If the Human Race strives to strengthen itself—thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—and avenges its blood-deep hatred, what is wrong with that!"

"May I ask, Grand Pure Sage! You trade ten thousand years of charity for the life of a great enemy of the Human Race. Are you worthy of the position of leader of Human Teachings?"

"Are you worthy of the position of Sage!!!"

Jiang Chen's voice grew louder and louder. By the end, it had actually resonated throughout Heaven and Earth, the Primordial Wilderness, and the universe above and below.

The voice of a Sage spread through the four quarters, striking up into the Thirty-three Heavens and plunging down into the Blood Sea and Nine Netherworlds.

"Daring to question a Sage—even if he possesses the power of a Sage now, he will surely die in the future! That is a tremendous karmic consequence!" Di Jun said coldly, standing shoulder to shoulder with Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back, merely watching Jiang Chen without the slightest pity.

Even if Jiang Chen had briefly stepped into the realm of a Sage, if he truly provoked a Sage's wrath, he would still certainly die.

"Hiss!" The several Ancestral Witches in the Chaos Outer Heavens felt their scalps go numb.

To them, Jiang Chen no longer looked like a member of the Human Race, but more like Father God Pangu, who had given birth to them.

Holding up Heaven and standing upon Earth, like when he had opened the Great Dao itself, his Aura soared into the heavens!

What Jiang Chen was speaking of was the very foundation upon which a Sage had become a Sage!

For a member of the Human Race, this was utterly rebellious and outrageous.

"Hmph!" To be rebuked like this before the many supreme experts of the Primordial Wilderness—

Even Grand Pure Laozi, who cultivated the Dao of detachment, could not help but grow angry.

Had Jiang Chen merely been an ordinary human, he would not even have spared him a second glance, treating every word as wind passing by his ears.

But Jiang Chen now possessed the cultivation of a Sage and stood in the same realm as him!

"This Dao bestowed upon the Human Race a path of cultivation, gracing the Human Race to this day!"

"It is an act of immense merit that shall endure through countless future epochs!"

"How can it be criticized and denied at will by the likes of you?"

"Today, I bestow blessings that can ensure the Human Race ten thousand years free of worry... Yet you dare lecture a Sage with your words. This is grave disrespect! You must be punished!"

Grand Pure stared coldly at Jiang Chen, still loftily above all others.

He actually intended to attack Jiang Chen!

When Sages fought, Heaven and Earth could be destroyed at the slightest move, and the world remade!

"Sage Master, you must not! The Human Emperor has rendered great merit to our Human Race!" Among the Human Race, there were always some who still could not shake free of Grand Pure Sage's shadow. They wailed and pleaded desperately.

Clearly, no one believed that Jiang Chen, who had stepped into the Sage realm by relying on the Dao, possessed the strength to rival Grand Pure.

Thus, they were worried.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen became even more certain of one thing: if the Human Race's deeply rooted faith in Grand Pure could not be changed, the Human Race would never have a day to rise!

Thus, he pointed his sword toward the heavens!

And shouted:

"May I ask Heavenly Dao!"

A Sage Cannot Be Insulted? Three Questions of Heavenly Dao! [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"May I ask Heavenly Dao!"

"Heaven and Earth are not Benevolent; they treat the ten thousand things as straw dogs!"

"The leader of Human Teachings steals the Human Race's Fortune—why then do Sages alone remain high above all, looking down upon the Human Race as ants, unconcerned whether we live or die!"

"May I ask Heavenly Dao!"

"The Human Race emerged from the Great Wilderness, only for the Demon Race to slaughter us. As far as the eye can see, human bones are piled into mountains, blood spreads into oceans, and flesh is mashed into the soil!"

"When the Human Race kills demons, Grand Pure Sage blocks us with what is fated. Is that considered non-action? Is that considered heartlessness? Is that considered fairness?"

"May I ask Heavenly Dao!"

"Is Heavenly Dao truly impartial! Are Sages truly in their rightful positions!"

"Is Grand Pure worthy to be the revered leader of my Human Race? Is he worthy of the name of Sage?"

"Please grant your guidance to the disciples of the Human Race!"

"Is he!"

"Worthy?!"

Jiang Chen threw back his head and shouted wildly, his gaze incomparably resolute. He wanted to question the heavens, to demand an explanation from that Dao which controlled the ordained course of the Tribulations in the Primordial World!

He wanted justice!

If not for today's opportunity, with the cultivation of a Saint, he might have obtained a chance to transcend.

How many tens of thousands more years would the Human Race have to remain sunk in this state?

Across the vast lands of the Primordial World, how many more mountains of Human Race bones would be piled up, how many oceans of blood would flow, how much flesh would be ground into the earth?

In the great calamity of the Wu and Demon, the Human Race had nearly been exterminated!

There were scarcely any members of the Human Race left to be found in the whole world.

What kind of desolate, mournful tragedy had that been?

Jiang Chen gave free rein to all the thoughts, fury, and hatred in his heart!

Born between Heaven and Earth, the Human Race should have had a path of its own!

Empress Nuwa had created the Human Race and thereby become a Saint. Jiang Chen did not wish to say anything about that.

After all, she had created the Human Race.

But what about the Grand Pure Sage?

What gave him the right!

To dare steal supreme fortune from within the Human Race!

Was this what it meant to be pure and inactive?

Was this the heartless Great Dao he cultivated?

If he coveted the seat of Saint, then he should not have walked the path of cleansing the heart of desire and embracing pure inaction!

Jiang Chen raised his voice to question the Heavenly Dao. His lingering words echoed on, just as when the Dao Ancestor had become a Saint and delivered his teachings at Purple Cloud Palace.

They spread to every corner of the Primordial World, reaching the ears of every living being.

They were so earth-shattering that they shook the entire cosmos.

He questioned the Heavenly Dao, raging against the Grand Pure!

What kind of unrestrained life was this, to dare show such disrespect toward the Grand Pure, who had been a Saint for so long?

One had to know that the Three Pure Ones were now as one family. People would rather provoke the Two Sages of the West than dare offend any one of the Three Pure Ones.

Yet Jiang Chen had done exactly that!

And he had done it for the weakest race in the Primordial World—the Human Race!

In an instant, Shouyang Mountain, from summit to foot, fell into utter silence.

The Human Race lifted their heads and gazed up at that sword-bearing figure. Even a Saint walking the world might not possess such divine majesty, such towering grandeur propping up Heaven and Earth.

The auras of Shennong Shi, Xuanyuan Shi, and Suiren Shi gradually weakened...

Zi Yi Shi, Youchao Shi, Chang Ge, and the other Human Race immortals all felt it as well!

After hearing Jiang Chen's words, their hearts grew even more desolate.

Over countless tens of thousands of years, every tribe of the Human Race had cultivated the Grand Pure Sage's Golden Elixir Path, yet not a single immortal had been born!

For the Human Race, the path of cultivation was actually that difficult!

Could the Golden Elixir Path not lead to the realm of immortals? Was there no road ahead?

No!

At its highest, the Golden Elixir Path could allow one to become an Immortal on the Spot.

But why had no one reached that realm over tens of thousands of years?

Fortune!

The Human Race lacked that share of fortune cherished by Heaven and Earth!