After establishing the pact, Fuxi spread word of it throughout the Human Race.
Everyone felt as though a heavy balance beam had been laid across their hearts.
The pressure weighed on them like a mountain.
"What was His Majesty the Human Sovereign thinking? He actually wants to fight the Ten Thousand Races to the death. How could the Human Race possibly be their match?"
"Exactly. How many years has the Human Race been developing? How many years have the Ten Thousand Races spent building their strength? Even if we stake everything, we probably can't defeat the Ten Thousand Races Alliance."
"We're finished, finished! The Human Race is doomed now. What are we supposed to do?"
"Why don't we just stay inside and hide within the great formation? Surely the Human Race could remain safe and sound that way."
"Stop dreaming. That's a Heavenly Dao Pact. If we refuse to fight, we'll suffer the punishment of the five declines of heaven and man. Then we really will be doomed."
Inside the great hall of the Human Race's Central Province Kingdom.
Shennong reported to Fuxi, "The entire Human Race is in a panic now. Everyone thinks we're certain to die."
Even Shennong himself felt they were in grave danger.
Fuxi looked at him. "The Human Race is certain to win. You must believe that."
"I haven't told them about our trump cards because I want to put some pressure on them and make them improve as quickly as possible. We still have plenty of trump cards, far beyond anything the Ten Thousand Races Alliance can comprehend."
"Keep cultivating, young man!"
Fuxi patted his shoulder. "Oh, and spread this message for me. His Majesty the Demon Emperor said that as long as the Human Race produces a million Great Luo Golden Immortals, he'll