Zhunti and Jieyin were helpless as well. They could do nothing to stop the Human Race.
They could only supply spiritual energy without limit.
If the Buddhist Sect failed to grow stronger afterward, they would suffer a crushing loss.
A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
Everyone's cultivation gradually stabilized, even with an ample supply of spiritual energy.
Breaking through a major realm was no simple matter.
Only among the Human Race did someone still break through from time to time.
Then, on this day-
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's Dao lecture abruptly stopped. The sudden interruption left everyone hanging, unsure whether to advance or retreat, wanting to cry but finding no tears.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun turned his gaze into the distance.
That direction led toward the Beyond Lands, at the edge of the heavens.
The Sages Laozi, Yuanshi, Zhunti, and Jieyin all turned their gazes in the same direction.
Their expressions were grave, and the atmosphere grew eerily strange.
"The Primordial World is plagued by disasters. What madness has gotten into those fellows?" Dao Ancestor Hongjun said helplessly.
He rose into the air and flew toward the horizon.
The Sages followed close behind without a word.
Those who had been listening exchanged bewildered looks, with no idea what had happened.
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked so serious. Has something major happened?"
"Heavens, even the Sages have left! It looks like something has happened in the Primordial World."
"They even set aside something as sacred as a Dao lecture. Could another kalpa be rising?"
Shakyamuni's expression was grave. "Although we don't know what happened, pass down the order. Assemble the elites of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance to guard against any unforeseen developments."
His caution brought good fortune to the Buddhist Sect.
At that moment, only Fuxi sensed something. With