After the Hundred Schools contended and the Martial Dao was passed down to the world, the Human Race rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those newly born Innate Dao Bodies had already been terrifyingly powerful. Now, with the wisdom of the Hundred Schools of Thought and the Martial Dao personally taught by Pan Xuan, they were like tigers given wings.
In just a few hundred years, the Human Race multiplied from a corner of Phoenix Perch Mountain to every part of the Primordial World.
They lived in settlements, built cities, opened fields and paths, established ancestral temples, and fostered rites and music. Wherever humans passed, even the vegetation took on a new aspect.
The 129,600 members of the Primordial Human Race had long since spread their branches and leaves.
Although their descendants were no longer all born at Great Luo, their bloodline and Martial Dao inheritance gave them foundations far surpassing those of any other race in the Primordial World.
The races of the Primordial World watched, and none were without alarm.
Although the Demon Clan occupied the former territory of the Thirty-Three Heavens, they had largely come under the Divine Dao.
The Witch Clan was the mother race of the Human Race and was naturally delighted.
The Dragon Clan, Qilin, Phoenix, and the others were also on good terms with the Divine Dao.
Only that will within the Heavenly Dao Space grew ever more sullen.
Pan Xuan often sat alone in Great Luo Heaven, gazing down upon the mortal world.
He saw human cities dotting the earth like stars and young figures forever gathered before the Martial Dao steles, studying their mysteries.
Seeing the debates of the Hundred Schools ring out from dawn until dusk, he felt an inexplicable comfort in his heart. He knew that