After his long conversation with Yuhua on Mount Kongtong.
Jiang Yang returned to the Mount Tai Divine Court to cultivate.
What he needed to do was essentially finished.
He had taken all the Mortal Realm Powerhouses and peoples on Earth who needed to relocate to Mayi World.
Left behind were empty cities, the lingering traces of the Bronze Age, and several hundred thousand remaining Bronze People.
These Bronze People either did not want to leave Earth or had no powerhouse to protect them.
But very few peoples lacked a powerhouse's protection. Among those who had survived to the end of the Bronze Age, most had powerhouses sheltering them.
Otherwise, any single powerhouse could have wiped out an entire tribe.
Time drifted by just like that.
A hundred years later.
On this day.
Jiang Yang suddenly felt a stirring in his heart.
He stood on Mount Tai, his gaze rising into the sky with his consciousness to look down over the entire Earth World.
Many years had passed since the birth of the New Humans.
Yet their numbers had not grown much.
The few thousand New Humans of those days still numbered fewer than a hundred thousand.
Jiang Yang saw the New Humans struggling to survive across the land.
Wild beasts killed them, wind, rain, and thunder killed them, hunger killed them, and disease killed them.
Newly born, they lived in bewilderment, with no cultivation methods and only sturdy bodies, with no knowledge, feeling their way through everything as they struggled to survive in the wilderness.
This generation of New Humans had no Divine Clan to shelter them and teach them knowledge, nor any inheritance from the previous age. They were a brand-new generation, relying entirely on themselves.
As time passed, they would become a truly newborn civilization.
But the affairs