Human Emperor Xuanyuan raised his head in excitement.
At some point, a Fortune Golden Dragon had slowly manifested above the Human Race.
The Emperors of Past Ages appeared as well.
Human Emperor Fuxi and Human Emperor Shennong both gazed at the sky, their hearts brimming with emotion.
"This day has finally come. We endured so many years to see it."
"This is a momentous day for the Human Race, a joyous day for our people."
At that moment, Human Emperor Xuanyuan solemnly addressed the heavens.
"Ancestors of the Human Race throughout the ages, your unworthy descendant Xuanyuan has finally fulfilled our people's wish. We did not abandon a single human. We have united the Human Race, joined our wills as one, and created a great civilization with one heart."
"We did not retreat before the Demon Tribe. We did not retreat before the Witch Clan. We did not retreat before the Primordial World's Myriad Races, either. Before the darkness, our colors never faded. We exhausted every means to preserve the flame of the Human Race, to carry on our legacy. We made countless efforts, but never once gave up."
"Today, the Human Race is as our ancestors wished: everyone has food, everyone has clothing, and everyone is like a dragon."
Countless humans listened to their Human Emperor's words, tears of excitement streaming down their faces.
They had sacrificed more than they could count for the happiness of this day.
Millions upon millions of humans had died. Some had left their bones buried far from home; others had suffered the complete scattering of their souls.
What had the sages of the Human Race throughout the ages given everything for?
For the survival of the Human Race, for its glory.
Now, their sacrifices had finally borne fruit. The Human Race was no