As he watched the crowd seethe with indignation,
Human Emperor Fuxi felt no frustration. Instead, he was somewhat excited.
Through his deductions with Wang Shi, he had found a path that could elevate him to the Great Dao.
But that path was far too difficult, and it would be agonizing for the Human Race.
During his reign,
the Human Race had grown far too comfortable, losing much of its drive to advance.
To ignite their passion for cultivation, he had to give them a real enemy.
The myriad races of the Primordial World were the best enforcers, the whetstone on which to hone them.
Setting the two sides against each other was precisely his aim.
"Very well. You can go seek Dao Ancestor Hongjun, though I wonder whether he has the time to concern himself with such trifles."
"For a race, having no Saint is an original sin. If you understand that the strong reign supreme and the weak are prey to the strong, then rather than joining forces to attack the Human Race, you would be better off nurturing Saints of your own."
"If you want your race to have a Saint, you must have your own civilization, your own cultivation system, and your own path of cultivation, one that can win the recognition of the Primordial Great Dao."
Still, he silently added to himself, Ideally, you would give birth to a Great Dao of your own.
Indeed, he had an ultimate goal of his own: to establish the Human Race's Great Dao, a Human Dao that could contend with the Heavenly Dao, rival the Earthly Dao, and produce Great Sages.
But this path was far too difficult. He had to proceed with utmost caution.
His words struck a heavy blow to the hearts of the myriad races.
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