Chapter 1816: Humanity: Die a Few More Times and I

"Have I been reborn again?"

In a human tribe, a teenager woke from his dream, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Undying and invincible, ha! No wonder it's the supreme heavenly art passed down by Grandmaster Taixuan. With this technique, what is there left for us humans to fear?"

Having likely endured the death calamity and broken through the veil of the womb once more, he felt his strength had grown more than tenfold since his last demise.

"Just die a few more times and I'll be invincible—when will the enemies finally come?"

As he pondered this, a clamor erupted outside, followed by cries of battle.

The teenager's eyes lit up; he rushed out immediately, charging toward the enemies, wielding his techniques with fearless abandon.

"What's going on?"

The angelic race was numb!

What's been happening lately?

Why are the humans growing more insane?

Fearless abandon is merely the baseline—once cornered, they even self-destruct, inflicting massive casualties upon the angelic race.

And this isn't unique to any single human tribe; nearly every tribe encountered exhibits this same madness.

Even more despairing is that the human tribes are rapidly growing stronger.

At first, Royal-level warriors appeared only rarely, then Imperial-level, and finally Divine-level.

After a thousand years of war, human experts kept multiplying with every battle.

Even Supreme-level experts now number in the millions—too many to fathom.

Worse still, these humans are utterly insane.

Even Supreme-level ones routinely self-destruct.

Before their next rebirth, the self-destructed supreme being showed clear advancement, reaching an entirely new realm.

When the weak die and return through rebirth, they may not even draw the attention of the angels or other races.

After all, they're too weak—who cares where these humans come from?

But Supreme-level beings are different.

They each have distinct personal signatures—their Primordial Spirits and magic power bear unmistakable imprints; upon rebirth, their appearance may change, but their Primordial Spirit and magic power imprints remain nearly identical to what they were before self-destruction.

Thus, the angelic race and others finally realized something was profoundly unusual.

"Do humans really never die? Each death makes them far stronger!"

"What is going on?"

"This is impossible!"

The angels went mad, the demon race went mad, the blood race went mad.

Damn it!

Why have humans suddenly become more demonic than the demons, more insane than the blood race?

What on earth is wrong with this race?

Seeing human supremacies multiply with every kill, the angels, demons, and blood race dared not fight further—they retreated, pulling back their battle lines.

They truly feared that, in the midst of battle, humans might give birth to a Primordial Deity.

A Primordial Deity is terrifying.

Worse still, it would be a Primordial Deity they themselves had created.

This situation drove the great races to frenzy.

"Investigate!"

"We must find out why humans have become so terrifying—I need to know why they are undying and invincible!"

Under the full force of the great races' supreme cultivators, the Wanjie Daojing soon lay before the tables of all clans.

"Through ten thousand calamities to become a Primordial Deity?"

"Is this truly a technique capable of forging a Primordial Deity?"

"Unbelievable!"

"Grandmaster Taixuan—who exactly is this powerful being?"

"When did humans acquire such a formidable cultivator?"

The angelic race trembled in fear.

The blood race trembled in fear.

The demon race trembled in fear.

What terrified them even more—though they understood the scripture, they could not cultivate it at all, as if an unbreakable barrier always stood between them and the text.

"Is this scripture exclusive to humans?"

"Are humans destined to produce countless Primordial Deities, while our angelic race is fated to decline?"

All great races felt deeply depressed.

Faced with this situation, they were powerless.

Kill—and humans grow stronger with every death; the stronger the force they send, the stronger the enemies they create!

Don't kill—and humans can still cultivate, and will grow stronger anyway!

No matter the choice, it is a dead end!

"Kill!"

Just as the angels, demons, and blood race hesitated, the humans launched a counterattack.

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Wuji: "I already have hundreds of millions of Supreme-level supremacies!"

Su Xiao: "?? So fast?"

Wuji: "Time flows differently in each realm—I've already lived a thousand years here."

Su Xiao: "If the Main Deity is a Jin Xian, then the Supreme-tier warriors must be either Da Luo or quasi-Sages, right? And they reached that in just a thousand years? And there are so many of them?"

Wuji: "Hehe, you don't know how they cultivated to this realm."

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Chenbei: "Could it be the Ten Thousand Calamities Dao Scripture?"

Wuji: "Exactly. In a thousand years, our human race's strong ones have died countless times. It's not so much that they died in battle—it's more like they died from sheer recklessness. Some even charged alone into armies of a million strong, then self-destructed. Even I thought they were insane!"

Xiao Mai: "Terrifying!"