A set of footsteps drew nearer from afar. Hong Batian turned to look, and in the void before the gates of Void Palace, a humanoid outline approached from the distance, gradually becoming clear.
In even more ancient times, the entire Star River had been filled with countless races. Back then, the Star River had only just formed, and chaotic energy flowed through it.
Countless immensely powerful races were born, and it was also precisely the time when the Human Race came into being.
The Human Race had always survived in the cracks, suffering unspeakably.
Time slowly passed. One batch after another of powerful races rose and fell, crop after crop, yet the Human Race remained steadfast.
Countless races that had once dominated the universe vanished into the long river of history, while the Human Race still endured.
From then on, countless races speculated that the Human Race might have some connection to the Great Dao. Otherwise, why was the Human Race always at the bottom in strength? Humans were born with such frail constitutions that, without adults to care for them, human infants would likely have only death awaiting them in the wilderness.
Yet the offspring of most other races could survive and fight on their own from the moment they were born.
But why could such a weak race neither be slaughtered to extinction nor destroyed?
From that point onward, the Human Race's fortune flourished. Rumors that it was connected to the Great Dao spread throughout the Star River, and countless powerful races transformed into human form, hoping to seize the Human Race's unseen fortune.
It would be even better if they could use this chance to seize the fortune that kept the Human Race from perishing.
As time passed, countless races came to enjoy walking about in human