Dao Ancestor Hongjun briefly swept his gaze over the Human Race.
A hint of surprise crossed his face.
He could understand cultivators in the mortal realms rapidly breaking through to become celestial immortals.
He could also accept celestial immortals breaking through to become golden immortals.
But even among the golden immortals, many were already on the verge of breaking through.
That was rather difficult to understand.
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the Fortune Golden Dragon with its shining eyes.
The Fortune Golden Dragon was actually expending fortune to help the Human Race at a frantic pace. It could be said that the Human Race's fortune had reached its peak.
Their luck was unbelievably good. Even a passing thought might spark resonance, or perhaps an epiphany.
Every so often, someone among the Human Race became so absorbed in cultivation that nothing happening outside could disturb them.
This was an epiphany.
With their whole heart set on pursuing the Dao, they rapidly rehearsed Dao arts within their minds.
They were utterly immersed, unable to pull themselves free.
When Dao Ancestor Hongjun's gaze fell on Fuxi, he sighed softly.
He had finally found the root of the problem.
As it turned out, everything happening to the Human Race ultimately stemmed from Fuxi.
He was expending his own essence blood to drive the Fortune Golden Dragon.
Although he appeared to be cultivating on the surface,
in truth, he was like an empty shell, weakened beyond measure.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun was somewhat speechless.
If this fellow kept going like this, he would probably drop dead right here.
At that thought, an idea stirred within him.
His fingers tapped lightly as he swiftly performed a series of divinations.
When he stopped, a thin sheen of cold sweat covered his forehead.
"Was that fellow really so terrifying?"