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

"Even ants dare to cry out at Heaven!" Grand Pure looked down upon Jiang Chen, his voice icy beyond measure. "This Dao established the Human Teachings, gave them a place of shelter, enlightened the Human Race, and passed down the Golden Elixir Path!"

"And now... this is the karmic retribution I receive in return!!!"

All across Shouyang Mountain!

Jiang Chen and the countless Human Race beings who heard this were filled with fury.

Now that the Human Race's Fortune had returned, was that not enough to explain everything?

The Human Race had been suppressed by the Grand Pure Sage all this time, all for the sake of that supreme Saintly Position!

At this moment, beings from every tribe rose to their feet.

They no longer knelt in worship!

Heads held high and chests thrust out, under Jiang Chen's protection with immense Mana, they were actually able to face Grand Pure directly!

The Human Race beings became utterly fearless. Members of the tribes of Haoying Shi, Zhuxiang Shi, Getian Shi, Yinkang Shi, Wuhuai Shi, and others stepped forward one after another!

They feared no death, seeking only justice from Grand Pure!

Justice for the Human Race's Fortune, which had belonged to them yet been suppressed by Grand Pure for tens of thousands of years!

At the sight, Jiang Chen's heart surged.

He met Grand Pure's gaze levelly!

Then said:

"Grand Pure Sage, establishing the foundation of the Human Teachings and passing down the Golden Elixir Path—these are all things for which our Human Race is grateful!"

"But! The innate fortune of our Human Race is vast and boundless; it is the foundation of our rise!"

"An unknown age ago, when the Human Race emerged from the Great Wilderness and walked between Heaven and Earth, there were only mountains of white bones every time! Blood like oceans! Flesh mashed into soil!"

"Living beings were plunged into misery, and blood stained the Primordial Wilderness."

"Wherever the Demon Race invaded, the Human Race suffered grief and anguish!"

"Plants withered beneath their overwhelming vicious might. There was no happy land, no peace, no harmony, no tranquility, no living beings."

"None could survive beneath the Demon Race's butcher's blade!"

"The worthy ones of our Human Race grieved for Heaven and pitied mankind. They possessed great spirit, great compassion, and great perseverance!"

"They were not immortals, much less Saints!"

"Yet they were willing to exhaust the strength of their entire lives to seek a path for the Human Race's rise, a path of self-strengthening, a Path of Transcendence!"

"Whether they succeeded or failed, they made every Human Race being proud! Made us hold our heads high! Made us revere them!"

"Even in death, they live forever in our hearts!"

"But you! Lofty above all, with a single thought a Saint can cast its shadow over the heavens, yet you calmly enjoyed the Great Destiny that belonged to the Human Race while ignoring whether we lived or died."

Jiang Chen felt as if he had awakened from a dream, his words impassioned and stirring.

With every sentence Jiang Chen spoke, Grand Pure felt more power being drawn from his body by the Heavenly Dao's Golden Light.

His Saintly Position was actually being weakened!

"Human Race junior! You dare slander a Saint! You must be punished!" Grand Pure stepped forward, roaring with a thunderous voice that shook the heavens.

Yet that syllable, enough to obliterate an entire world, was casually blocked by Jiang Chen with a single slash of his sword!

When Saints fought, unless they truly intended to fight to the death, neither could do anything to the other.

"Ah!"

Below Shouyang Mountain, the countless Human Race beings gazed up at the heavens.

Hexu Shi, Yinkang Shi, Dating Shi, Getian Shi, Haoying Shi, Zunlu Shi, Hundun Shi, Zhuxiang Shi, Baihuang Shi, Wuhuai Shi...

Hundreds upon thousands of Human Tribe leaders stood with their heads high and chests out.

They bowed once toward Jiang Chen, the Human Emperor of the Human Race!

Then bowed again!

Thanking Jiang Chen for crying out to the Heavenly Dao and denouncing Grand Pure for all the grief accumulated by the Human Race.

"Who else remembers that Xuanyuan Shi embraced Self-Transformation and Freedom, opening a path for the Human Race's continued survival!"

"We remember!"

More than ten thousand tribal leaders of the Human Race led their people in a roar that shook the Ancestral land and reverberated through the Primordial Wilderness!

"Who else remembers that Suiren Shi ignited an otherworldly flame! He gathered the fire of the Human Race and illuminated the Human Race!"

"We remember!"

"Who else remembers! Shennong Shi tasted the hundred herbs, comprehended the Dao of elixirs, and cured the Human Race's sickness and frailty!"

"We remember!"

The desolate yet heroic cries shook Heaven and Earth!

Shennong Shi, Xuanyuan Shi, Suiren Shi, and the others all had tears in their eyes.

From afar, they gazed upon the Human Emperor of the Human Race on Shouyang Mountain, daring to cross blades with a Sage!

With the Human Emperor here, the Human Race would flourish!

Supporting himself upright, Xuanyuan Shi shouted himself hoarse:

"Who still remembers?! Our Human Emperor created the path to transcendence and led the Human Race onto the road of rise!!!"

For a moment, the world was shaken!

All living beings of the Human Race knelt and bowed their heads in worship!

They!

Were not bowing to Shouyang Mountain!

They were not bowing to Grand Pure Sage or Nuwa!

They were bowing to that sword-wielding figure!

Bowing to the Emperor of the Human Race!

The Lord of the Human Race!

Jiang Chen!

"We shall remember for all eternity!!!"

Though that cry could not compare to the wondrous voice of a Sage, its force could shake the heavens and stir the supreme beings of the Primordial World!

It was the most desperate, most fervent cry of the Human Race within the Primordial World!

It was the Human Race's call to strive unceasingly for self-strengthening!!!!

Self-Abolishing the Golden Core, Severing Karma!

At this moment, upon Shouyang Mountain, the countless billions of humans of the Primordial World

let out mournful roars enough to make the souls of both the Wu and Demon races tremble.

Their voices rang like the Dao; their momentum was like the extinction of a calamity.

The entire race rose as one, striving for self-reliance and self-strengthening, daring to tell the heavens of the Human Race's origins and its struggle to grow strong...

Daring to demand accountability from a Sage, and what they received was not the extermination of their race!

Instead, from this day forward, the Human Race would embark upon the path of great prosperity!

"If not for this Sage standing with his back to the Human Race, shielding them from everything, the moment the Human Race demanded accountability from a Sage, they would have been fated to vanish completely from the Primordial World."

The several Ancestral Witches all came to realize it. Things had reached this point.

Even the karma of Grand Pure Sage's Human Teachings, and the Human Race's Fortune it had suppressed, were nearly gone without a trace.

Was the root of it all that the Human Race had cried out to the heavens as one?

Had the Human Race's lamentations shaken the voice of the Heavenly Dao?

No!

The Human Race was weak. Weakness itself was the original sin. Weak ants did not even possess the strength to straighten their backs.

But... the Emperor of the Human Race!

The Lord of the Human Race!

Using the supreme, peerlessly powerful Primordial Dao Law never before seen in the Primordial World, he had transformed it into cultivation sufficient to rival a Sage—and, at the same time, created an opportunity for the Human Race to cry out to the heavens!

Had it not been for Jiang Chen, the Human Race would surely have died beneath the Demon Race's butcher's blades today. They likely would not even have lived to see Grand Pure Sage's dharma body.

Much less could they have reclaimed the mighty Human Race's Fortune that had been lost for so long, suppressed by Grand Pure Sage!

Shouyang Mountain... was wreathed in Golden Light, holy beyond measure.

Then, that incomparably dense Golden Light split into countless billions of threads, like meteors streaking across the starry cosmos, before finally flowing into the glabella of every human.