Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Clouds and mist churned across the heavens, while endless rosy light surged in vast waves.
At such a grand occasion, let alone the Boundless Myriad Races, even Immortals at the absolute pinnacle did not dare lay a hand on Chen Xun.
None of them had ever thought as Ji Yan had—of settling accounts after the harvest, of going after his descendants and disciples.
The Origin of the Three Thousand Great Worlds remembered and acknowledged him; the myriad races revered him; all beings from the Domains that had arrived in the Great World bowed before him, remembering the name of Dao Ancestor Chen Xun...
No one would do something so thankless and exhausting, only to become tainted by immense karma.
Several faint sighs drifted from within the Boundless Human Emperor Hall.
A hundred thousand years from now, this would count as no more than a passage of history. Yet the Human Race... still had to keep walking forward. It was far from as simple as the world imagined.
The Human Race had not forgotten its roots. They were merely still enduring in silence. Even when the Chaos Immortal Spirit Ranking had fallen from Sequence Six to Sequence Seven, the Boundless Human Race had never exerted its strength...
Yet sacrifices along the road were unavoidable. Not even the Human Emperor bloodline could escape them.
A hundred thousand years seemed long, but in the annals of the Human Race, it was merely an inconspicuous stretch of time. Losing the Five-Elements Dao Ancestor was indeed sorrowful.
But this was not the time for the Great Slaughter Era. One powerful figure after another was needed to step forth and lead the Human Race.
"Beings of the Domains, it was our Human Race that failed you."
At last, a grief-stricken voice rang out