Chapter 1784: Human Race Development: The Era of Many Saints in Honghuang (Third Chapter, Requesting Subscription)

Chat group.

Su Xiao: "Unfair! Unfair! I'm also human race—I can also civilize the human race!"

Hu Yifei: "Are you really trying to civilize the human race? I don't even want to point it out to you."

Su Xiao: "Yes, I just want to break through to Peerless Saint realm. Hehe, then won't I be able to attain Hunyuan Dao soon?"

Xiao Yan: "Don't joke. Sister Linger became Peerless Saint realm directly because she's a descendant of Nüwa—right? It's bloodline power."

Xiao Yan: "What do you have? Are you a descendant of Nüwa too?"

Su Xiao: "I'm a true human race—how am I not a descendant of Nüwa? 【With righteous indignation】"

Nüwa: "... Unfortunately, the Honghuang heavens and earth won't recognize you as a descendant of Nüwa."

Houtu: "Indeed, Su Miss coming here is useless—the heavens and earth won't acknowledge it."

Su Xiao: "Sister Nüwa, give me some bloodline! I'll transform into a descendant of Nüwa and go to Honghuang to exploit the system!"

Yunxiao Immortal: "You really dare to think that."

Su Xiao: "As long as you're bold, hehe, what's not worth thinking about? Tell me—if Sister Nüwa created tens of thousands of descendants of Nüwa, what would happen?"

Nüwa: "Nothing would happen. The Heavenly Dao isn't stupid—it wouldn't grant rewards so many times."

Su Xiao: "... Then my plan is ruined?"

Xiao Yan: "Exactly. Focus on your cultivation. Stop dreaming up nonsense."

Su Xiao: "..."

Su Xiao: "By the way, Sister Linger is civilizing the human race—will there still be Youchao Clan and Shennong Clan in the future? Won't this affect human race development?"

Zhang Taixuan: "No. A little merit alone creates only a few individuals with limited power. In the future, the Honghuang human race will grow immeasurably strong—no need for a speck of merit to stabilize their destiny."

Zhang Taixuan: "But one thing needs attention: the human race must strengthen cultural identity. That's the key to unity."

Zhao Linger: "Cultural identity? I understand!"

Beneath Buzhou Mountain.

Under Zhao Linger's guidance, the human race slowly learned farming, weaving clothes, building nests...

Though she was civilizing them, she didn't give humans cheats—she made them think for themselves and complete tasks on their own.

What better way to forge cultural identity than everyone working together to create something themselves?

Zhao Linger originally planned to copy future civilization, but after the hint, she abandoned her original plan.

Ten years passed—the human tribes now had the appearance of primitive society: each primitive human, clad in grass skirts, ran across the wilds, hunting, farming, or gathering, busy with their own tasks.

Notably, the human race hunted ordinary beasts—created personally by Zhao Linger.

Otherwise, with the strength of Honghuang lifeforms, there would be no beasts the nascent human race could hunt.

Dusk fell; the evening glow painted the sky.

Suddenly, golden light filled the sky, radiating peaceful energy.

All tribes looked up, faces filled with joy.

"Has someone done something great again, earning heavenly reward?"

Though the human race didn't yet understand human merit, heavenly merit, or earth merit.

But they knew: every time merit appeared, their living standards soared, and the one rewarded by heaven became immensely powerful—even able to lift entire mountains with ease.

Remember—these were Honghuang heavens' mountains.

A single ordinary mountain might be larger than a small thousand-world!

A larger mountain could rival a great thousand-world.

Inventing something and ascending instantly—this temptation was too great for the human race.

"I invented writing!"

Suddenly, at the heart of the human tribe, a grass-skirted primitive shouted, "Our human race now has its own writing!"

The characters etched onto the earth rose into the sky, glowing golden, then merged into a single ancient book.

Its aura revealed it to be a top-grade primordial merit spiritual treasure.

Zhao Linger watched the human race's transformation, filled with joy.

Indeed, guiding only at critical moments and letting the human race develop on its own was the right path.

With writing, the human race advanced faster.

In the West.

Qian Ti and Jie Yin watched the changes in the East, their eyes green with envy.

In ten years, merit had descended repeatedly.

How favorably the heavens treat the human race!

No—not just the human race; even the Earth Dao had granted merit several times.

The establishment of the Underworld and the Earth Spirit System each profoundly reshaped Honghuang's landscape, making Honghuang ever more complete.

Naturally, the Ancestral Wu who governed the Earth lineage reaped great benefits.

"Brother, perhaps our path lies with the Eastern human race and the Cycle—what should we do?" Qian Ti asked.

Jie Yin sighed: "What can we do? Do we have the strength to snatch anything from Ancestral Wu, Sister Nüwa, or their allies?"

He wasn't foolish—he knew the path to sainthood lay in the Three Dao: Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.

But how could he make them grant him even a fraction of their authority?

Previously, when Human Dao and Earth Dao hadn't been separated, Master Hongjun might have granted some authority to let others become saints.

Now—Master Hongjun's authority is less than a third of what it was.

He simply cannot give any more.

Sister Nüwa and the Ancestral Wu are out of the question.

These people already looked down on Qitian and Jieyin for their western origins; divide the cake?

Not getting beaten to death is already lucky.

On the Sun Star.

Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun were also deeply conflicted.

"Brother, should we emerge into the world?"

If we don't emerge now, all the benefits of the Honghuang will be taken.

(Wang ma de) Once the human race grows strong, they'll have even less chance to claim any benefits.

After all, the human race is closer to Nüwa and the other Sages; any benefits will go to the humans—how could it possibly fall to the two of them?

"Fu Xi once had ties with us; why not pay him a visit?" Di Jun mused. "Lower our stance—there may still be a chance to claim some of the human race's qi-yun and attain the Hunyuan Dao."

Donghuang Taiyi nodded: "Brother, your words are excellent."

Donghuang Taiyi's heart suddenly cleared—his own path to cultivation might lie among the humans, hou.

As for his original plan to rule all races and establish the Yao Clan's Heavenly Court, he had long abandoned it.

Simply put, the Honghuang is now the Age of Multiple Sages; the Yao Clan's Heavenly Court cannot be formed.

To oppose seventeen Sages with only the Yao Clan—how foolish is that?

Since they could not win, Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun began to consider joining the human faction and claiming a share of the scraps.