Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Clouds and mist churned across the heavens, while endless rosy radiance surged forth.
With such a grand undertaking, let alone the Boundless Myriad Races not daring to touch Chen Xun, even Peak Immortals would not dare make a move.
They had never thought as Ji Yan had—of settling scores after the autumn harvest, of dealing with his descendants and disciples.
The Three Thousand Great Worlds' origin remembered and acknowledged him; myriad race lifeforms revered him; the Realm Myriad Spirits who had come to the Great World bowed to him, remembering the name of Dao Ancestor Chen Xun...
No one would do something so thankless and arduous, staining themselves with immense karma.
Several faint sighs sounded within the Boundless Human Emperor Hall.
After a hundred thousand years, this would be nothing more than a passage of history. Yet the Human Race... still had to keep walking onward. It was far from as simple as the world imagined.
The Human Race had not forgotten its roots. They were merely still enduring in silence. Even though the Chaos Immortal Spirit Board had fallen from Sequence Six to Sequence Seven, the Boundless Human Race had never exerted its strength...
Yet sacrifices along the road were unavoidable. Not even the Human Emperor Bloodline could escape them.
A hundred thousand years seemed long, but in the Human Race's long years, it was merely an utterly insignificant span. Losing the Human Race's Five Elements Dao Ancestor was naturally tragic.
But this was not yet the time of the Great Slaughter Era. One powerhouse after another was needed to step forth and lead the Human Race onward.
"Realm Lifeforms, it was our Human Race that failed you."
At last, a grief-stricken voice rang out within the Human Emperor Hall. "When the True Immortal Realm is