The Human Race had been around for nearly a hundred thousand years. Since Saint Taiqing had passed down the Golden Core Great Dao, giving them a cultivation method, the race had developed rapidly. More and more of them had sought the Dao and become immortals, allowing them to survive better in the Primordial World. Though most still had low cultivation, and even the Three Ancestors, including Suirenshi, had yet to achieve Great Luo, they could not compare with great clans like the Wu and the Yao, but they had begun to resemble a proper clan, much like an ordinary Innate Minor Clan.
Kong Xuan had watched over the Human Race for tens of thousands of years, assisting the Three Ancestors and doing many things for the race's benefit. As a result, the name of the Saint Teacher's disciple, Immortal Lord Kong Xuan, was renowned among the Human Race and held in great esteem.
Having gained the Human Race's destiny, Kong Xuan had received much Heavenly Favor, and his cultivation had advanced rapidly. He was glad of it. In the past hundred years, the Human Race had grown self-reliant and no longer needed him to worry over them as much. He spent most of his time cultivating and comprehending the Dao at the Human Race Ancestral Land.
One day, Kong Xuan abruptly opened his eyes while cultivating, a look of surprise and confusion on his face. After pondering for a moment, he left his secluded cultivation chamber.
He emerged from his quarters and went to the center of the Human Race Ancestral Land. There, atop a mountain peak, sat a solemn, dignified elder in gray upon a cloud. He held a divine pestle, and his aura was profound and unfathomable, embodying the supreme Dao Intent.
The elder sat quietly. Seeing him,