As for the chess game of the Saint Era, further planning would be needed.
Bei Ming swept his gaze over the Human Race cultivators around him. His Spiritual Sense spread slightly, detecting the changes in their auras.
They had all learned Bei Ming's Mysterious Pivot Five Qi Scripture.
Some sat quietly where they were, closing their eyes and regulating their breath to consolidate their cultivation;
Some traveled in groups, venturing out to explore the Primordial Wilderness;
Others began gathering companions, vaguely forming new small groups.
After all, a race ultimately needed leaders.
Nüwa had not taken on the role of Human Race chieftain, nor had she ever intended to.
Though she was the Saint who created humanity, she was not one of the Human Race.
After securing a hundred thousand years of peaceful development for them, Nüwa no longer casually interfered in the Human Race's internal affairs.
The Primordial Wilderness was vast. The Human Race was not a bunch of oversized infants.
Many things had to be experienced, explored, and accomplished by themselves.
Now, 129,600 Innate Humans stood between Heaven and Earth.
If true leaders were to emerge from among them, they would inevitably come from those three thousand peak Golden Immortals.
As for the Three Ancestors of the Human Race—Suirenshi, who drilled wood to make fire; Youchaos, who pioneered nest-dwelling; and Zhishengshi, who invented clothing—
Their contributions were outstanding, but they did not arise from this batch of Innate Humans. Rather, they came from the efforts of the Acquired Human Race.
The Innate Humans, with cultivation to protect them, had long been free of hunger and cold. They had no need to worry about food, clothing, or shelter.
Only when the Human Race multiplied and flourished, and their bloodlines gradually thinned;
When large numbers of Acquired Humans were born