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

Only the final step remained before he could set foot into Great Luo.

To stand among the top-tier powerhouses of the Primordial World!

Unfortunately, his body still bore boundless, vast karmic power.

That power came from the formidable combat strength drawn across a million years of past and future, accompanied by immense Heavenly Dao karma.

It could not be eliminated by the Human Dao.

Only Heavenly Dao merit could do so.

"What is this..."

Suddenly, Jiang Chen felt that a portion of the Heavenly Dao karma within him seemed to have been erased, which astonished him.

"It seems the vast merit from kindling the Human Race's first spark of Kindling Fire has vanished..."

Using merit to offset karma.

Jiang Chen felt no dissatisfaction whatsoever; on the contrary, he was greatly relieved.

Now that he had established the Human Dao, he no longer wished to be entangled with Heavenly Dao karma and merit.

If he could purge those Heavenly Dao karmic merits from his body, it would not be a bad thing for him.

Quite the opposite—it was a rare stroke of good fortune.

That way, he could completely leap out of the Heavenly Dao's long river and ultimately achieve a profound resonance with the Human Dao!

"A pity, the merit from the Human Race's first spark of Kindling Fire is still too little. I need more..."

"Human Emperor! Our Human Race has a Great Destiny—it can offset your immense karma for you!" Suiren Shi called out to Jiang Chen.

"No need... I have other methods..." Jiang Chen refused.

For one thing, he had already found a way to eliminate that powerful karma within his body.

To use the Human Race's Great Destiny to cleanse his own karma?

And thus cause the Human Race's cultivation talent to plummet back to where it had been?

That would go against his original intent, and would be like returning to square one.

The reason he had done what he did before was precisely because he saw that those with cultivation talent among the Human Race were far too few. Out of countless billions, only ten thousand Earth Immortals had emerged from two books.

If so, how could he quickly make the Human Race rise?

How could he obtain more rewards from the manifestation of powerful talents?

"Human Emperor..."

Xuanyuan Shi, Shennong Shi, Zi Yi Shi, and several other Human Race ancestors looked at Jiang Chen, their gazes carrying hidden meaning.

They desperately signaled him with their eyes.

Jiang Chen turned around in confusion.

Good heavens!

What a beautiful woman—her large eyes were like the purest spring water in the world.

Her entire face seemed to have stolen the very creation of heaven and earth, a special darling of the Dao, incomparably lovely.

But that wasn't the point...

He recognized the young woman standing before him, a head shorter than himself.

Wasn't this Houtu of the Wu Clan?

That was a Quasi-Saint!!!

When had she slipped into the Human Race's forbidden ground?

In his earlier sword strike, he had been almost lost in himself, his eyes blind to everything else, and he hadn't noticed a Quasi-Saint entering the perimeter of the Human Race's forbidden ground.

"Houtu..." Jiang Chen's scalp tingled. He had no idea what Houtu's intentions were in coming here.

One thing was certain.

Right now, within the Human Race's forbidden ground, no one was a match for Houtu.

Even he absolutely could not defeat Houtu!

That was a Quasi-Saint!

If not for the powerful karma within him preventing him from using the Hong Meng Dao Law of Self-Transformation and Freedom again, Jiang Chen might not have been afraid.

But there was no "if"—everything was already set in stone!

Houtu saw Jiang Chen's wariness.

She was very curious.

"From a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, leaping straight to a Sage—this Human of yours is quite interesting..."

Houtu looked at Jiang Chen with great curiosity.

She was drawn to Jiang Chen, but not specifically because of how he had jumped from Primordial Unity Golden Immortal to Sage.

For her, what did it matter whether one was a Sage or not?

What she wanted was simply peace within this Primordial World.

A world where all living beings could exist without bloodshed and chaos, without conflict, without their clansmen dying.

That was her deepest, most profound wish.

And everything Jiang Chen had done before made her see a reflection of her own future in him.

"In the future, if there is a chance, I will surely create a land of peace for the Wu Clan as well..." Houtu murmured to herself.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen could not help but feel a pang of sorrow.

As a Quasi-Saint, how could Houtu fail to sense the emotions of others?

She asked, puzzled, "Now that the Human Race is settled, it seems there is still something weighing on your mind?"

Jiang Chen knew he could not hide anything from a Quasi-Saint, and moreover, Houtu could be said to be the purest and most benevolent Quasi-Saint in the entire Primordial World.

Thus, he did not conceal the truth.

He said, "The Human Race has entered the Forbidden Zone; none but Sages may disturb them."

"On the surface, it seems peaceful."

"But upon this land of the Human Race, how many bleached bones lie beneath the green mountains, under the flowing rivers, at the bottom of the ruins..."

"They... are all my people, souls who died unjustly."

Houtu seemed to feel a pang of empathy. A trace of sorrow and melancholy appeared on her delicate face.

"The conflict between the Witch and Demon Clans has spread too far... I apologize to the Human Race on behalf of the Wu Clan..."

"It has nothing to do with you... In the past, the Human Race was weak, and the strong ruled... The weakness of the Human Race destined this outcome." Jiang Chen saw through it clearly.

"Then what do you plan to do next?" Houtu asked.

"The Human Race now has two Paths of Transcendence to choose from. For now, there is nothing I need to do."

"The living of the Human Race have their goals, but the scattered bones and remains across the land of the Human Race are nothing but frozen skeletons and broken corpses. I wish to bury them."

Such were Jiang Chen's thoughts.

He did not rush to obtain vast merits to offset the powerful karma within him.

Instead, he chose another path—one that seemed to offer him little benefit, yet brought him much peace of mind.

Chapter 37: White Bones Pile into Mountains, Flesh and Blood Turn to Mud [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"Can I walk with you across the land of the Human Race?"

Houtu shed all her concealment. Around her, there was no pressure of a Quasi-Saint, nor any mist of Chaos.

She was like a little girl next door, utterly innocent and utterly kind.

But the words she spoke were filled with deep sorrow and profound grief.

Jiang Chen did not know whether she was thinking of everything concerning her own Wu Clan, or if she truly wished to take a walk through the current Forbidden Zone of the Human Race.

However, knowing Houtu's pure and kind heart, there was no reason to refuse.

A Quasi-Saint was an absolute combat force within the current Forbidden Zone of the Human Race.

With a single thought, the entire Forbidden Zone of the Human Race could be leveled to the ground.

There was no way to change that.

So Jiang Chen nodded and agreed.

"I do not know how long this journey across the land of the Human Race will take. If you do not mind hardship and fatigue, then follow along."

Countless emotions welled up in Jiang Chen's heart.

Houtu gave a slight nod. In her beautiful, flawless, clear and pure eyes, there gradually replayed the scene not long ago of Jiang Chen standing with his sword on Shouyang Mountain, facing off against the two supreme powerhouses of the Demon Race and contending with the Grand Pure Sage.

And the opportunity he had won for the Human Race.