Before the Human Dao was complete, there were bound to be immense benefits.
"But... this isn't something that can be rushed. How difficult must it be to establish a new Dao?"
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then temporarily set the thought aside.
The birth of the Heavenly Dao was an established inevitability.
The birth of the Human Dao, on the other hand, had been entirely due to an accident.
For the Earthly Dao to be born, it would need to arise at the right time, under specific circumstances.
He would leave it to fate...
Jiang Chen gathered his thoughts and said to Houtu, "Let's go..."
"Mm..." Houtu nodded and followed in Jiang Chen's footsteps.
Year One of the Human Race Calendar...
Jiang Chen and Houtu traveled across the Human Race's lands, visiting the ruins and remains of hundreds of Primordial Tribes.
They witnessed mountains of bones, seas of blood, and soil made of flesh.
The bones they buried piled up as high as several mountains.
The tombstones they erected were like a Heavenly Chasm, weighing on their hearts until they could hardly breathe.
Each one bore the will of a deceased member of the Human Race.
After burying the remains of each Primordial Tribe, Jiang Chen would linger there for some time.
Year Three of the Human Race Calendar!!!
Jiang Chen and Houtu had now passed through the remains and ruins of more than a thousand Primordial Tribes.
They witnessed ever more bones, blood, and flesh.
Year Ten of the Human Race Calendar...
Jiang Chen buried the remains of the three-thousandth Primordial Tribe. It was a silent, desolate tribe, with not a single person left alive.
According to Houtu, its last member had died no more than twenty years ago.
That was the power of a Quasi-Saint: tracing the passage of time. Whenever the two of them arrived at a tribe,
Houtu would trace the passage of time in the surrounding area.
Sometimes, they would see a place of laughter and joy, a lush, tranquil paradise.
The old and young lived happily, while elders and children worked hard at cultivation.
Back then, the immense pressure of the Demon Clan had weighed upon the entire Human Race, and everyone had trained diligently.
Now, all that remained were ruins and ashes.
There was no laughter left, no tranquil paradise.
Year One Hundred of the Human Race Calendar...
Two hundred years...
Three hundred years...
Every year, they repeated the same actions and the same work.
There was no denying that this process was monotonous.
Yet with Houtu at his side, Jiang Chen never felt bored.
On the contrary, the bones, blood, and flesh scattered across the Human Race's lands constantly tugged at both their hearts.
The ruins and remains of one Primordial Tribe after another were laid to rest!
Tombs without names rose from the earth, one after another!
They traveled through every desolate place in the Human Race Forbidden Zone!
Those who had never lived to see the Human Race rise left their will behind in this world.
At last, Jiang Chen and Houtu both felt their hearts grow heavy.
They had buried far too many bones and built far too many tombs.
In the end, whenever they saw remains among the ruins, they almost no longer dared to trace their origins and turn back time.
The more beautiful the scenes revealed by reversing time, the more devastating the present became.
Year Three Hundred and Sixty-Five of the Human Race Calendar...
"Whew!" Jiang Chen and Houtu, after enduring their grief for so long, both let out a breath.
Before them lay the final tomb for the Human Race's ancient history.
Rumble~~~
Jiang Chen felt his heart grow lighter, as though a shackle inside him had come undone.
It wasn't a breakthrough.
Jiang Chen knew that unless the immense karmic burden within him was completely cleared, he could not step into the Great Luo Realm.
But!
More than three hundred years spent laying the Human Race's history to rest had brought him benefits all the same.
He discovered that after burying the dead members of the Human Race, the immense karmic burden within him had lessened.
Jiang Chen did not hide this from Houtu.
First, during his earlier confrontation with the Grand Pure Sage, the Sage's divine voice had reached the ears of powerful figures throughout the land.
Houtu, as a Quasi-Saint, naturally knew of it as well.
Second, after traveling together for more than three hundred years, the two of them could be called kindred spirits. They were both striving toward similar goals.
They were like companions walking side by side.
"As the Human Emperor, you were willing to do this much for the Human Race. The deceased members of the Human Race, too, are doing everything they can to help their people rise. They want their Human Emperor to bear their will and lead the Human Race to rise in this age of bloodshed, so that it can survive the great tribulation."
That was Houtu's conjecture.
By comparison, the Grand Pure Sage had suppressed the Human Race's Fortune yet paid it no heed.
He had even helped a Demon Clan emperor who had slaughtered the Human Race escape certain death, all to uphold the Heavenly Dao's ordained destiny.
In Houtu's eyes, Jiang Chen's actions were a monument, a shining example.
They were also the very goal she had always wanted to pursue.
She realized that as she walked alongside Jiang Chen, helping him lay to rest the Human Race's past and bury a chapter of its history,
the goal she had long buried in her heart seemed to be growing clearer.
"Daoist Brother Jiang Chen, though you are of the Human Race and I am of the Wu Clan,"
"this past year, I have witnessed the Human Race's sorrow and Blood Calamity with you. Together, we have laid a chapter of its history to rest."
"You are the Lord of the Human Race and the venerated one of the Human Dao. I would like to call you my elder brother. May I?"
"Of course..." Jiang Chen did not refuse. His heart was open and honest, and he liked this pure-hearted young woman very much.
She was someone he could stand shoulder to shoulder with.
A Century of Change: The Human Race Rises
Beyond Shouyang Mountain, in the Human Race's territory.
"Add another hill to the pillar, about fifty thousand kilograms!"
A burly man carried over a massive mountain and tossed it to a toddler who was barely three or four years old, without the slightest hesitation.
He was none other than...
Chang Ge, once an Earth Immortal of the Xuanyuan Tribe. Over the past three hundred years, he had repeatedly read two books and gleaned a trace of their profound meaning.
And two years ago, he had stepped into the Mystic Immortal realm!
In three hundred years, he had crossed from Earth Immortal to Celestial Immortal, then True Immortal, and finally reached the Mystic Immortal realm.
Across the entire Primordial Wilderness, setting aside those with innate foundations, even some cultivators of the Witch and Demon Clans would not dare claim they could advance so far!
And all of this was thanks to the return of the Human Race's Great Destiny and the Human Dao's nascent beginnings!
Those among the Human Race with exceptional talent were truly born to cultivate the Dao!
Now, Chang Ge had become a new-generation trainer for the Human Race, serving as an assistant to several of its ancient sages, including those of the Xuanyuan Tribe and Suiren Shi.
Chang Ge moved back and forth among more than ten thousand children.
These children had all been selected as the very best, each gifted with extraordinary talent.
Every one of them had broken through the Hundred Thousand Extreme Realm!
Across that vast territory as broad as the Wilderness, there were more than ten thousand children.
Before you continue