"Can the other races produce emperors too?"
Jiang Ding asked softly.
"Of course."
The Blissful Union Holy Maiden sighed. "They've produced emperors throughout history as well. How many, and what their names were, even the Blissful Union Holy Land doesn't know. Nor does it alone—most sects that have produced Supremes probably don't know either."
"Humanity has suffered many great extinctions throughout history."
"Those other races fear us deeply. Whenever they get the chance, they make sure to finish the job."
She blinked her beautiful eyes at the Great Sun Sword Heir, looking terribly frightened.
"However,"
"those races can never wipe humanity out completely."
The Fusang Holy Maiden spoke softly. "Humans aren't like immortal races such as dragons and phoenixes. All we need is a small handful of people to multiply almost without end. No imperial blood or sacred blood is required. Anyone will do. Once our numbers reach a certain point, prodigies keep emerging from the crowd."
"Across the endless cosmic starfield, whether in the secret realms left by past human emperors, some remote corner, or on some meteorite, leave just one man and one woman in a stable environment. After hundreds or thousands of years, there'll be a great multitude."
"Humanity cannot be wiped out completely."
"Once an emperor of another race dies and the endless cosmic starfield falls into turmoil, human powerhouses revive through means such as the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the blood path, and soul reincarnation. Those races can't stop us."
"Many predecessors left inheritances exceptionally suited to survival. They must have been born and risen during such dark ages."
"Humanity will never perish!"
The Fusang Holy Maiden spoke with immense pride.
"That must be it..."
Longing appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes.
At that moment, he thought of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The Ancient God