Myriad Myriad Humans, One Martial Dao

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, golden-red light surged like a tide.

Xuandu stood atop the Heavenly Stele with his hands behind his back. His green robes stirred as his gaze swept over the figures looking up at him below.

Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan, Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, Ziyi Shi, the Five Emperors, and dozens of martial cultivators.

They stood there, waiting.

They knew their master had not returned merely to stand atop the Heavenly Stele, say a few words, and leave.

Xuandu watched them in silence for a moment.

Then he raised one hand slightly, palm down, and pressed gently.

The motion was slight, but the instant his hand descended, the sky above the East Sea Coast abruptly darkened.

Golden-red light spread madly in every direction from the Heavenly Stele, like an invisible ripple piercing space, clouds, mountains, and rivers as it swept toward every inch of the Great Wilderness.

Then countless figures appeared within the golden-red light.

One, ten, a hundred.

A thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand.

Myriad upon myriad.

Drawn from across the Great Wilderness Heaven and Earth, those figures landed on the shores around the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele and amid the surging waves.

They packed the entire East Sea Coast, dense as a rising tide.

The Human Race Cultivators varied greatly in cultivation.

Some had reached Golden Immortal, spiritual light flowing around them and their foundations firm.

Some were Heavenly Immortals. Their auras were not strong, but they were still advancing steadily.

Others were merely qi cultivators who had only just stepped onto the path of cultivation. Their aptitude was ordinary, yet their eyes shone with startling brightness.

Golden-red light flowed slowly around them like an invisible barrier, separating them completely from ordinary humans.

Fuxi watched the figures who had been transported here, a faint glimmer stirring