Honghuang: I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors Section 37

Before the Human Dao reaches perfection, there must be boundless benefits.

"But... this matter cannot be rushed. To establish a Dao is an immensely difficult endeavor, is it not?"

Jiang Chen was lost in thought for a moment, then set aside that notion for now.

The birth of the Heavenly Dao was an inherent certainty.

The birth of the Human Dao, however, was entirely an accident.

For the Earthly Dao to be born, it must emerge at the right time, under specific opportunities.

Let it be as fate wills...

Jiang Chen gathered his thoughts and said to Houtu, "Let's go..."

"Mm..." Houtu nodded and followed Jiang Chen's steps.

Human Race Calendar, Year One...

Jiang Chen and Houtu traversed the ruins and remains of hundreds of Primordial Tribes across the lands of the human race.

They witnessed true mountains of white bones, oceans of blood, and soil made of flesh.

The bones they buried piled nearly as high as several mountains.

The tombstones they erected stood like a Heavenly Chasm, pressing down so heavily it was hard to breathe.

Each bore the will of the dead souls of the human race.

Every time they laid to rest the ruins of a Primordial Tribe, Jiang Chen would linger for a while.

Human Race Calendar, Year Three!!!

Jiang Chen and Houtu passed through over a thousand more Primordial Tribe ruins and remains.

They witnessed ever more white bones, blood, and flesh.

Human Race Calendar, Year Ten...

Jiang Chen buried the remains of the three-thousandth Primordial Tribe—a dead, silent tribe with not a single person left.

According to Houtu, the last person in this tribe had died no more than twenty years ago.

It was the work of a Quasi-Saint's means, tracing back through time. Every time they reached a tribe, Houtu would trace the history of that region.

Sometimes they saw laughter and joy, a lush, idyllic paradise.

Children and elders alike, content and happy, diligently cultivating.

Back then, the crushing pressure of the Demon Race weighed on all of humanity, and every human trained relentlessly.

Now, all had become ruins, nothing but ashes left.

No more laughter, no more paradise.

Human Race Calendar, Year One Hundred...

Two hundred years...

Three hundred years...

Year after year, the same actions, the same content.

This process was undoubtedly monotonous.

Yet Jiang Chen and Houtu walked side by side and never felt bored.

On the contrary, the white bones, blood, and flesh scattered everywhere across the human lands constantly stirred their hearts.

One by one, the ruins of Primordial Tribes were laid to rest!

One by one, nameless tombs rose from the ground!

Every inch of the sorrowful lands within the Forbidden Zones of humanity was traversed!

Every human who never lived to see the rise of their race left their will behind in this world.

In the end, both Jiang Chen and Houtu's hearts grew heavy.

They had buried too many bones, built too many tombs.

By the final stretch, when they saw the skeletons among the ruins, they almost dared not trace back the origins or reverse time anymore.

The scenes revealed by time reversal were as beautiful as the sights before them were tragic.

Human Race Calendar, Year Three Hundred and Sixty-Five...

"Hah!" Jiang Chen and Houtu, long suppressed, let out a breath at the same time.

Before them lay the last tomb of the ancient history of the human race, now laid to rest.

Boom~~~

Jiang Chen felt his mind ease, as if a shackle within him had been unlocked.

It was not a breakthrough in realm.

Jiang Chen understood that unless the great karmic entanglements within him were completely cleansed, he could not set foot into the Great Luo Realm.

But!

Over three hundred years of burying the ancient history of the Human Race had also brought him benefits.

He discovered that after burying those deceased humans, a portion of the great karmic entanglements within him had actually diminished.

Jiang Chen did not conceal this matter from Houtu.

One reason was that during the earlier confrontation with the Grand Pure Sage, the Sage's wondrous voice had already reached the ears of powerful beings from all sides.

Houtu, with her Quasi-Saint strength, naturally knew of it as well.

The second reason was that after more than three hundred years of traveling together, the two could be said to be of the same kind—both striving toward similar goals in their hearts.

Like companions walking side by side.

"As the Human Emperor, willing to go this far for the Human Race, the departed humans are also using their last strength for the rise of their people. They want their Human Emperor to carry their will, to lead the Human Race to rise in this bloody era of chaos, and to survive the great calamity."

Houtu speculated in this manner.

In comparison, the Grand Pure Sage suppressed the Human Race's Fortune but paid no heed to the Human Race itself.

Even going so far as to help the Demon Emperor, who had slaughtered humans, escape the brink of death for the sake of the Heavenly Dao's fixed order.

In her eyes, Jiang Chen's actions stood as a monument, a model.

Likewise, they were the very goal she had always sought to pursue.

She found that walking side by side with Jiang Chen, burying a past and a stretch of ancient history for the Human Race, had gradually brought the long-buried goal in her own heart into clearer focus.

"Brother Jiang Chen, though you are of the Human Race and I am of the Wu Clan,"

"in this past year, I have witnessed with you the sorrow and Blood Calamity of the Human Race. Together, we have also buried a stretch of Human Race's ancient history."

"You are the Lord of the Human Race, the honored one of the Human Dao. I wish to respectfully call you elder brother—may I?"

"Alright..." Jiang Chen did not refuse. His heart was open and honest, and he deeply liked this young girl with a pure and sincere soul.

She was someone who could advance side by side with him.

Chapter 39: A Hundred Years of Change, the Rise of the Human Race [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

Outside Shouyang Mountain, the Human Race's territory.

"Add another hill to the pillar—about fifty thousand kilograms!"

A burly man, rough and unrefined, carried a giant mountain over and tossed it directly to a child no more than three or four years old, without a trace of reluctance.

He was none other than...

Chang Ge, the former Earth Immortal of the Xuanyuan Tribe. Over three hundred years later, through constant reading of two books, he had grasped a sliver of profound truth.

And two years ago, he had stepped into the Mystic Immortal level!

Three hundred years—spanning Earth Immortal, Celestial Immortal, True Immortal, and reaching the Mystic Immortal realm.

Looking across the entire Wilderness, aside from those with innate roots and foundations, even some cultivators of the Witch and Demon Clans would not dare claim they could leap this far!

And all of this was owed to the return of the Human Race's Great Destiny and the initial establishment of the Human Dao!

The gifted prodigies of the Human Race were truly born for the Dao!

Now, Chang Ge had also become a new-generation trainer for the Human Race, assisting the few ancient sages of the Human Race, such as Suiren Shi and the Xuanyuan Tribe.

Chang Ge moved back and forth among tens of thousands of children.

These children were all the finest they had selected—each one exceptionally gifted.

Every single one of them was a breakthrough at the Hundred Thousand Extreme Realm!

In the vast, wilderness-like territory, tens of thousands of children.