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Xuan Heng turned toward the voice and saw three figures standing not far away.

The leader was tall and broad, with the steadfastness of fire tempered in his brows. It was Suiren.

The man on the left had a heavy aura. He wore animal skins, with several polished stone tools hanging from his waist. He was Youchao.

The woman on the right wore plain, clean clothing. Her aura was clear and bright, carrying the gentle vitality of the Human Race. She was Zhisheng.

Behind the three of them stood many tribal chiefs who had just followed them from Shouyang Mountain to the shores of the Eastern Sea.

Xuan Heng looked at the three and nodded.

"There is no need for such courtesy, fellow Daoists."

Suiren raised his head and looked at the Human Race gradually settling down along the Eastern Sea. His voice was somewhat hoarse.

"When the ten suns rose together, if not for you activating the Life-Crossing Formation and having Xuandu escort the people of Shouyang Mountain here for temporary refuge, the Human Race would likely have suffered grievous casualties again today."

Youchao also cupped his hands. "The Human Race will remember this kindness."

Zhisheng looked at the injured clansmen within the formation and said softly, "The Eastern Sea has abundant moisture and the protection of the great formation. The land and terrain here are also more suitable for the Human Race's survival than the foothills of Shouyang Mountain."

Xuan Heng shook his head.

"All I can do is protect this one place for the time being. The Primordial World is too vast, and with ten suns in the sky, far too many living beings have suffered."

Suiren fell silent for a moment. "The Human Race is too weak. Faced with such a great disaster, there is too