Suddenly, Nüwa's heart stirred, as though she had sensed something, and her beautiful eyes turned toward the Primordial World.
It seemed a treasure was about to emerge!
And an extraordinarily important treasure at that!
Nüwa looked toward Daochen.
Daochen had opened his eyes as well. If Nüwa could sense it, then naturally, so could he.
"Is the supreme treasure of the Human Race about to emerge?"
Daochen narrowed his eyes, his gaze drifting toward a certain mountain range in the Primordial World as he murmured to himself.
Now that Fuxi had successfully reincarnated, reckoning by the time that had passed, the era of the Human Race's Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors was almost upon them.
From the Tribal-Demon Kalpa, when the Witch Clan had slaughtered them until only a few million remained, to Mount Buzhou's collapse and the establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Human Race had spent these years recuperating at the Eastern Seashore. As time passed, their terrifying talent for rapid reproduction had fully revealed itself.
Moreover, unlike the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans, they did not require long years of cultivation, possessing a rudimentary intelligence from birth.
At this moment, the Human Race's natural gifts were on full display, bringing about explosive, frenzied growth.
Fortunately, this time, the Human Race did not dare scatter outward and roam all over the Primordial World. They merely spread gradually in other directions from the region near the Eastern Seashore.
This approach seemed steady and prudent, but in reality, it severely restricted the Human Race's development.
As their population grew, so did their consumption of food. Prey was becoming almost impossible to find along the Eastern Seashore. There were plenty of powerful creatures, but with the Human Race's strength, hunting them was probably out of the question!
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