Dao Ancestor Hongjun frowned slightly. Even he felt somewhat helpless when it came to the Human Race. Several times, he had conveyed a certain intent to the Heavenly Dao.
He wanted to wipe out the Human Race.
To change the overarching course of the Heavenly Dao and weaken Demon Emperor Daochen.
Yet, for some unknown reason, the Heavenly Dao Will had never responded.
It was as though it insisted on making the Human Race the protagonist.
But now Demon Emperor Daochen had thoroughly won over the hearts of the Human Race.
They wanted to intervene, yet were powerless to do so.
Was the Heavenly Dao really so indulgent toward an anomaly?
Or did the Human Race truly serve such an important purpose for the Heavenly Dao?
That doubt had always lingered in his heart.
Sometimes, he even felt that his own role was less important than that of these humans. After all, the Heavenly Dao kept them so well protected.
The fundamental reason the Human Race had grown so powerful so quickly over the years was the Heavenly Dao's protection.
And sometimes, he had to admit that the Human Race had risen rapidly, its growth in strength nothing short of terrifying.
From having no cultivation methods whatsoever at the beginning, it had now begun to show signs of swallowing up the Ten Thousand Races.
Not a single race in the entire Primordial World could match such a terrifying rate of advancement.
Which of the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans had not struggled to survive since ancient times?
Only after accumulating countless powerful cultivators over the years had they reached this glorious age of ten thousand races vying for supremacy.
One could say that it had taken the Primordial World countless Kalpas to accumulate so many powerful cultivators.
Yet the Human