Hong Huang: I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors Section 36

Jiang Chen's actions were everything she had dreamed of and longed for.

But she lacked the strength... and she lacked that ruthlessness, and she also lacked that kind of opportunity.

Even her step into the Human Race's Forbidden Zone, where she was sealed, came from a moment when she sensed a fate ordained by heaven.

Seeing the resolve in Houtu's eyes, Jiang Chen said nothing more.

He turned and looked down at the billions of Human Race beings below Shouyang Mountain.

A vast, endless sea, with no end in sight.

Finally, his gaze settled on the few Human Race sages before him.

Xuanyuan Shi, Shennong Shi, Suiren Shi, Zi Yi Shi, Youchao Shi...

"The Human Dao has been opened. I have already created two paths for the rise of the Human Race."

"Attaining Dao by Devouring Ten Thousand Flames, and attaining Dao by the Seed of the Self—whichever path suits you is the strongest."

"Whether it's one path, or two, or even five, ten Paths of Transcendence—for the Human Race as it is now, too many paths will only confuse your choices and drain your energy."

"That Heavenly Chasm Great Abyss cannot hold the Human Race's Forbidden Zone for much longer."

"Therefore, the Human Race needs to rapidly raise up the strongest. One Great Luo Realm expert far surpasses a million who Become Immortals on the Spot..."

"For a time, I will leave temporarily."

"When I return, that will be the moment the Human Race once again thrives!"

Jiang Chen's voice was utterly calm, yet it reached the ears of every Human Race being.

No one questioned Jiang Chen's intent.

Every Human Race being had faith in their Human Emperor.

Jiang Chen had opened a new world for them, guiding them toward a true path of rise.

"Human Emperor! The one inside you..." Xuanyuan Shi rose weakly, his gaze filled with worry as he stared at Jiang Cheng, his face full of concern.

He too was a Human Race being who had used the Great Law of Self-Transformation and Freedom, and he knew just how terrifying that kind of karma could be in destroying a person.

Take himself, for example—he had been forcibly elevated from a Mystic Immortal to the Great Luo Realm.

But now, the great karma within his body had never been dispelled, and he feared he would never advance another step.

Thus, Xuanyuan Shi, knowing that Jiang Chen had used the Great Law of Self-Transformation and Freedom to rise to Sage, could only imagine that the karma within Jiang Chen was beyond his comprehension.

"Don't worry about me. You take care of the Human Race. A thousand years from now, when the Heavenly Chasm Great Abyss is gone, the Human Race must not be as passive as it is today."

With that, Jiang Chen turned his head and nodded to Houtu.

Houtu understood.

The two transformed into streaks of light and vanished from Shouyang Mountain.

Xuanyuan Shi, Shennong Shi, Suiren Shi, and the other great experts watched Jiang Chen leave.

The Primordial Era had no recorded years, but the Human Dao had just been established.

Year One of the Human Race Calendar!

Jiang Chen and Houtu left Shouyang Mountain, walking across the Human Race's lands, traveling through the Human Race Great Wilderness.

The lands of the Human Race could almost be said to have been built from blood and flesh.

Standing in the sky and looking down upon the Human Race's earth, gazing far and wide—

Everywhere was shrouded in gloom, deathly aura lingering.

The living beings of the Human Race numbered in the billions, but the dead also numbered in the billions.

In the ruins of the most Primordial Human Tribe settlements, stone cave dwellings had become rubble.

Bleached white bones covered every region—valleys, rivers, deserts, plains.

Dried blood had stained the earth a deep red, long unwashed.

Before the lingering shadow of one batch of fallen Human Race beings had faded, another batch had already fallen in the same place.

Jiang Chen spotted an utterly ordinary Primordial Tribe ruin and descended from the sky.

The bones were nearly weathered, unburied, even the hair almost turned to ash—the time of death was far too distant.

He walked forward, like an ordinary man, until he reached a skeleton that would crumble to dust at the slightest touch.

He crouched down, his heart heavy.

As the Human Emperor, the Lord of the Human Race, he had created the faith of the Human Dao for his people.

Every Human being was a creature under this Dao.

"Is this... the Blood Calamity on the Human Race's lands?" Houtu murmured softly, her voice tinged with sorrow, unable to let it go for a long time.

She gazed at Jiang Chen's somewhat solitary silhouette.

Comparing the Human Race to the Wu Clan.

"I had thought that the Wu Clan and the Demon Race, locked in battle for countless millennia with untold casualties, were the most blood-soaked and chaotic race in this world."

"But today, looking down from the heavens and walking through the mountains and rivers, I see so many bones."

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment. He knew that Houtu had never left the Wu Clan's territory, nor had she ever ventured deep into this Primordial World.

Then, he said in a low voice:

"The Wu Clan is strong; the Human Race is weak."

"Those who fight in the Wu Clan die only against equals."

"The Human Race, facing enemies far beyond their strength, has no power to resist—they are crushed like ants, devoured."

"Since their birth, the Human Race has suffered great misfortune. Their Great Destiny was stolen. Goddess Nüwa, who created them, was close to them at first, but over time she too has grown distant."

"To suffer such calamity—in the end, it is because the Human Race is too weak."

"..."

Jiang Chen's tone was calm, as if he were stating a very objective fact.

"The Wu Clan and the Demon Race fought, and in the end, it brought disaster upon the Human Race... I'm sorry..." Houtu's heart was heavy.

She looked at the piles of bones on the ground. In the ruins of the mass grave, fresh blood still flowed—from humans who had died not long ago.

It was as if her own hands were stained with their blood.

"It wasn't your doing. There's no need to say sorry..." Jiang Chen said flatly.

Then, with great Mana, he carved a large pit into the mass grave.

"Let me help you bury them..." Houtu said, seeing that Jiang Chen intended to inter the human corpses and bones.

Jiang Chen said nothing. Houtu stepped forward and carefully lent a hand.

A Quasi-Saint's methods were far, far superior to Jiang Chen's Primordial Unity Golden Immortal perfection, even with his heavy karmic burden.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, rows of tombs were completed. The headstones bore no names—just blank stone.

Chapter 38: Burying Ancient History, Walking Side by Side [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

If not for the Human Race as a whole, Jiang Chen would never have possessed his current combat power.

How could he have stood against a Sage, let alone created a Human Dao that coexists with the Heavenly Dao?

To become the only one beneath the Sages who could endure a Tribulation without perishing?

Thus, the Human Race had fulfilled itself.

And Jiang Chen did not hold himself aloof.

He was not like Grand Pure.

Jiang Chen wanted to do something for the Human Race—to bury the bleached bones scattered across their lands, to give their flesh a resting place. This was a cleansing and cultivation of his own heart.

"If their spirits still linger in this world, they should feel comfort and pride. The Human Race has a Human Emperor like you. Even in the void of return, they would smile."

Houtu stood behind Jiang Chen, speaking words of comfort to him as he sat silently before the tombs, long lost in thought.

Jiang Chen's mind stirred.

He felt he had overlooked a crucial point.

Beneath the Great Dao, there were Three Daos: Heaven, Earth, and Humanity. The Heavenly Dao gave birth to the Primordial World.

The Human Dao had only just been born. Jiang Chen had established it with his own body, and could no longer rely on the Heavenly or Earthly Daos in any way.

Moreover, Jiang Chen believed that the Human Dao was in no way inferior to the other two.

The Six Paths of Samsara had appeared, opening the Earthly Dao.

Was that not exactly what Houtu had done?

Though the creation of the Six Paths of Samsara and the Netherworld required one of pure heart, fairness, and benevolence to accomplish.

But if, while Houtu opened the Earthly Dao, he could seize a share of opportunity for the Human Race...