Back when the Wu and Yao Clans stood at the height of their power, no one would have believed that Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the Ancestor Wizards would fall.
But in the Primordial Wilderness, anyone who had not become a saint could fall. The only difference was how difficult it would be.
A sharp glint flashed through Bei Ming's eyes. "If all the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors encounter disaster and perish, the Human Race will return to its true position."
The Heavenly Dao could not keep suppressing the luck of all living beings and forcibly allocating it to the Human Race.
Once the innate clans of the new generation matured, luck would inevitably disperse.
It would depend on whether the Human Race could seize the opportunity before them.
As long as one of the Three Sovereigns could attain the Dao through luck,
then in the future Primordial Wilderness, even if the Human Race was not the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth, it would still stand as the foremost among the Ten Thousand Clans.
Just then, Bei Ming sensed something. His brow twitched slightly, and a strand of Mysterious Light rippled out from his sea of consciousness.
A trace of Dao Rhyme descended from the unseen. Hongjun's message had arrived, summoning the First Generation disciples of the Mystic Gate to immediately head for Zixiao Palace to discuss an important matter.
This timing was most likely related to the Canonization of the Gods.
Bei Ming's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the two of them. "Ling Yan, Wukong, the Dao Ancestor has summoned me to Zixiao Palace to discuss matters.
"You will remain in Great Void Palace and cultivate for now. Once I return, there will naturally be a conclusion."
Upon hearing this, Ling Yan and Wukong immediately grew