The Grand Human Ceremony, Winds and Clouds Surge
The land of Human Race, Mount Shouyang.
Under Ziwei's command, the 108 strongest members of the Human Race sprang into action, rushing about to build an altar on Mount Shouyang.
This is no ordinary altar; it is crafted from various precious celestial metals and divine stones, and is extremely elaborate.
The huge commotion drew the attention of countless people.
On the vast and boundless land of Human Race, many powerful Human Race are paying close attention.
Over the years, Human Race civilization has undergone further changes, having long since moved beyond the tribal era and entered the dynastic period.
Over the years, many powerful nations have emerged. Although Ziwei Human Emperor, he has not interfered with these nations, but has only fulfilled his Human Path duties.
They will only intervene to prevent major unrest or even genocidal battles unless a major upheaval occurs.
Mount Shouyang is the Daoist temple of Ziwei, located in the center of the Human Race land, overlooking everything around it.
Only in this way can the Human Race develop rapidly in the competition.
After Ziwei returned, he did not pursue those powerful beings who had been reincarnated as humans and wanted to vie for the throne of the Human Emperor.
The overall picture has been completely opened up.
As a result, those powerful beings who were terrified and thought of fleeing from the Human Race, after learning about this, were half-believing and half-doubting. Some of them ran away, while others mustered up their courage and stayed.
Because they saw hope for the future and enormous potential for development among the Human Race.
Throughout the entire Primordial World, there was no race more powerful than the Human Race.
There's nothing to apologize for being born as a human being.
Among them were the hope of the Witch Clan, the genius Ancestral Witch Qiangliang and Zhurong, plus two genius Great Witch, Xingtian and Houyi.
They were originally reincarnated to compete for the position of Human Emperor, but since their mission failed, they should return.
However, they were reluctant to leave. They had finally gained a primordial spirit and experienced the joy of using magical artifacts, so it would be difficult to ask them to go back.
Moreover, since they had acquired their primordial spirits, Qiangliang and Zhurong felt that they might be able to take this step further, so after some hesitation, they decided to stay.
Since Ziwei had no intention of causing them any trouble, they decided to continue living their lives as before.
So they rallied a large number of their people, the former Thunder-Fire Tribe Human Race, to come to Mount Buzhou and establish the Buzhou Kingdom!
Ultimately, they are still nostalgic.
"What do you think the Human Emperor is trying to do? That thing looks like an altar. Is he planning to sacrifice us, the aliens, with his blood?"
Mount Buzhou, Xingtian stretched out his head and asked a question. Now, he not only had a head, but it was also very large.
Two broad, sturdy figures stood before him, Qiangliang and Zhurong.
"In my opinion, the Human Emperor doesn't seem like such a cruel person. He could have easily killed us, so why bother with the altar blood sacrifice?" Houyi said dismissively.
"No need to panic. If anything goes wrong, we'll run back to the Nether Hell," Qiangliang said, his face radiating wisdom.
He has survived to this day thanks to his keen sense of smell and extraordinary wisdom; he can detect any slight disturbance at a glance.
"Heh, look at your pathetic self. With Houtu around, what are you afraid of, the Houtu Human Emperor? The Human Emperor can never compare to the Earthly Dao," Zhurong sneered, amused by his companions' words.
After being human for so long, the spirit of the Witch Clan is lost, and their fearless wildness is worn away.
Upon hearing this, Qiangliang immediately glanced at him and said calmly, "That's Houtu, not you."
"Isn't it a bit much for an older brother to be thinking about relying on his younger sister for protection all the time?"
"Hmm... Qiangliang, what do you mean? Are you looking down on me?" Zhurong was furious, his eyes blazing with fire.
"You don't need to overthink it, that's exactly what I mean!" Qiangliang shrugged, his attitude firm.
He's meek and submissive outside, but when it comes to his own people, he's ruthless and domineering!
"You're asking for it!" Zhurong roared angrily, finally losing his composure. His terrifying aura erupted as he prepared to teach Qiang Liang Qiangliang.
Xingtian and Houyi, quick-witted and agile, each grabbed one of Zhurong's arms and advised, "Grand Ancestral Witch, please calm down! Now is not the time to fight. What if we attract the attention of the Human Emperor and are captured and sacrificed?"
Qiangliang glanced at Zhurong, then swaggered away.
On another part of the Human Race land, beside a rushing river, a Yellow-Tusked White Elephant and a mane-covered Green Lion were grazing on the grass.
They thoroughly enjoyed it.
"I have a feeling something big is about to happen. The Human Emperor ordered the construction of an altar, and I have a bad feeling about it. Our master told us to infiltrate the Human Race and be prepared to react to any situation. We shouldn't go back for now..."
"Aren't you just fooling yourselves? Who in the Primordial World doesn't know that we are the most outstanding disciples of the Master Tongtian?"
The Green Lion clucked and hugged the grass, using its mouth for two purposes, muttering complaints under its breath.
After their last mission failed, they wanted to return to the Interception Sect, but their master stopped them, telling them to stay among the Human Race and not go back for the time being.
They said it was to gather information, which would be very useful later.
But the Green Lion and the White Elephant were panicked. Why? Because their identities had already been exposed, and their continued refusal to leave was clearly suspicious.
This is like licking blood off a knife's edge, recklessly flirting with death.
So they panicked and spent their days deceiving themselves into becoming like beasts, eating grass everywhere, trying to deceive others.
The White Elephant was fine and ate heartily, but the Green Lion was in great pain.
"Let's trust Master's judgment for now. Haven't you heard? After we return this time, we'll be promoted to one of the Four Great True Disciples."
"It's impossible that Ziwei hasn't noticed anything for so long; there's only one reason: the Human Emperor has truly forgiven us."
The White Elephant said slowly, regardless of whether he had forgiven himself or not, he had forgiven himself at least.
Although they came to vie for the Human Emperor, they did not indiscriminately kill innocent people or do anything wrong. They only ate some food from the Human Race. Their crime does not warrant death, does it?
"Since the sect leader wants us to be insiders among the Human Race, and we have nothing else to do anyway, let's just do it! Maybe we can even get a few magical treasures when we get back."
The White Elephant has a very open-minded attitude; it's already gone all in.
"If that's your logic, then we can't just stay here and eat grass. We need to infiltrate the Human Race and completely integrate with them!" The Green Lion's tone suddenly hardened.
"Then... let's go?" White Elephant raised its head and said without hesitation.
Then, they took off running, running with great joy.
At the Mount Shouyang, the Ziwei Human Emperor Hall stands majestically, guarding the four directions.
"Your Human Emperor, the altar you requested has been completed."
The powerful Cangwu arrived at the Human Emperor Hall and loudly reported.
Ziwei, who was sitting cross-legged, opened her eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.
"By Human Emperor Decree, Human Race shall send representatives to Mount Shouyang to witness the ceremony!"
Ziwei stood up and spoke in a booming voice.