The greatest danger was when you had no idea where the threat came from, yet had already teetered on the brink of death. The most terrifying enemy was one who had already struck at you, while you did not even know who he was!
For someone like Bao Xuanjing... as long as he understood where the problem lay, he could find a solution. As long as he knew who the enemy was, he would know how to deal with them.
He merely found it absurd.
He had painstakingly striven to be human, yet because he was too much of a "human," he had incurred the Heavenly Dao's hatred.
Heaven's will was like a blade, and the storms were vicious, hacking a reincarnator with a transcendent vision into a desperate scramble, nearly driving him step by step toward self-destruction.
Then how magnificent must those sages have been, who could deceive Heaven to such an extent and forge such a flourishing age of humanity?
Bao Xuanjing's heart brimmed with reverence!
They were his forebears! His ancestors!
Thinking of those names, brilliant as stars, thinking of those earth-shattering feats of creation, his soul trembled and rang, his blood surged—an ancient echo from the depths of his bloodline!
He was incomparably proud to be a "human"!
Yes. Even if his life was presently hidden in a demon horse, he still had to return.
His body was that of a demon horse, but his heart was that of the Human Race!
Even knowing that Heaven's mandate lay with demons, how to choose between "demon" and "human" was not a question at all.
Your Demon Race has been locked in pens and slaughtered like pigs—what meaning does it have whether Heaven's mandate is with you or not?
Our Human Race sweeps across all realms, suppresses the