The Human Race was a race created by Lady Nuwa. When she created them, she bestowed many virtues upon them: strength, diligence, endurance, adaptability...
But besides those virtues, Lady Nuwa also gave them certain flaws, placing them between good and evil. Where they would ultimately go was entirely theirs to decide. Those flaws were selfishness, greed, vanity, arrogance...
Those flaws gave the Human Race another distinction from the innate races besides strength: they were not united enough!
Throughout the history of the Primordial World, even when conflicts existed among the innate races, they were merely clashes between individuals and never escalated into large-scale wars.
Yet the Human Race... had already split three times in its brief history of a few hundred thousand years. This civil war had drawn every last one of them into its scope, leaving all living beings wondering: Could such a race truly serve as the Protagonists of Heaven and Earth? Or did being the so-called Protagonists of Heaven and Earth mean fighting endless civil wars, suffering devastating casualties, then developing again, fighting again, and suffering devastating casualties in a never-ending cycle?
Many powerful deities watching this Human Emperor Contest entertained such thoughts.
Above the Battle of Zhuolu, atop an auspicious cloud.
Soaring Serpent and Bai Xi stood there, looking down at the great battle below.
Watching countless people fall every second, Soaring Serpent knitted his brows tightly. He raised his hand several times, only to lower it again in the end.
This war was not merely a civil war within the Human Race. It also concerned who would claim the position of Human Emperor, as well as the struggle between the two Saints, Jade Pure and Shangqing. Even he could not stop it!
Seeing Soaring Serpent's solemn expression, Bai Xi said gently beside him, "There