Chapter 1757: The Undying Human Race

The cluster of Tianlian worlds plunged once more into bloody war.

The great armies of the Great Yu Dynasty and the newborn Great Tu Dynasty finally drew near and began slaughtering each other; although the newborn Great Tu Dynasty was more advanced in the path of Fortune Dynasties, its strength was far inferior, crumbling almost at the first touch. The Tu King, upon merely making contact, knew he was no match.

So, he fled.

The Tu King abandoned his Ducheng, using his defection to the gods as a covert spy, and took only the several thousand veteran brothers from his military tally. Without looking back, he charged into the heartland of the Great Yu Dynasty, destroying the various foundations of its rule along the way with the madness of a madman, inciting uprisings among the people in all directions.

The Great Yu Dynasty's ruling foundation was already weak; after such a disturbance, it was immediately snowed upon with further disaster. The dynasty's fortune continuously declined, directly affecting the strength of Yu King Yu Yong.

Yu King flew into a rage, yet he could not catch Tu San Yi.

Each time Tu San Yi caused chaos in a region, he immediately hid. Although there were several thousand veteran brothers, they were all incorporated into the military tally, effectively equivalent to a single person lurking and hiding in various places; even if he massacred a city, he could not find where the Tu King was.

It was very clear that his Great Yu Dynasty was inferior to the Tu King in the path of Fortune, to the extent that the Tu King could hide everywhere, and he could not drag him out.

The Great Yu Dynasty's ruling foundation was too weak; even the area near the royal palace might not be fully controlled. Bandits and vicious men were everywhere; it was purely a dynasty established by simple, crude violence to suppress everyone.

Under Tu San Yi's methods, the fortune of the Great Yu Dynasty continuously weakened.

Once it weakened to a certain degree, the change of rulers under heaven would be right before their eyes.

The events occurring within this must have been magnificent and tumultuous, with countless grievances and affections, heroes rising together, producing many historical stories that would be passed down to later generations.

However, from a higher perspective, it was dull and boring.

After Jiang Ding glanced over the development of the situation, he closed his eyes to comprehend the rules, extended a wisp of divine sense, and poured it into the Myriad Dharma Heavenly Pivot.

The Myriad Dharma Heavenly Pivot is the supreme existence of the Human Race, the masters of the endless starry sky. It can be communicated with from anywhere in the endless starry sky and is extremely secretive; even Immortal Capitals might not easily pry into it, let alone Supreme Ones, so its safety and confidentiality are fully guaranteed.

Before his eyes, light and dark shifted.

Passing through a patch of dark chaos, Jiang Ding arrived at a place surrounded by star tracks, where countless star orbits guarded the central imperial throne, guarding the Human Emperor of the Human Race.

Each of these stars was, without exception, a Fourth Step Limit Dao Disciple or a Supreme One who unified the Great Thousand World, an undisputed peerless genius of the endless starry sky, an adult of the Human Race, the master race of the endless starry sky.

Such existences were merely one of the many inconspicuous stars beneath the Human Emperor's throne.

When the Human Race was at its peak, in the era when the Human Emperor appeared, what a magnificent scene would the endless universe and starry sky have been?

"Human Emperor..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

He stepped out of the chaos and approached the Human Emperor's throne. A star track appeared beneath his feet, carrying him to spiral upward into the sky, intersecting with numerous stars, and jointly orbiting the Human Emperor.

Amidst the starlight, Jiang Ding silently surveyed the sky.

The Human Emperor's throne was composed of seven inverted crystal cones. Each layer was inscribed with ancient star patterns corresponding to the Big Dipper. The base was a broken nebula vortex, inside which floated and sank a chaotic star map formed by three hundred and sixty magical stars, emitting a pressure that would suffocate a Supreme One. The birth of a single star could curse and kill a Supreme One across thousands of mountains and rivers.

To the east of the Human Emperor's throne lurked the Sui Dragon; to the west, the Cangjie Bird perched on the Liang; on the southern steps, the Hetu Turtle swam; and in the northern shadow of the palace gate, the Xuanyuan Sword's shadow slept. The Four Spirits guarded the Human Emperor.

Jiang Ding's gaze focused on the Cangjie Bird on the Western Liang.

This bird was composed of countless characters, from the knot-tying of the primitive era to ink-and-wash characters, to immortal path characters; all kinds of inherited characters were contained within it. Even the '0' and '1' Dao talisman characters unique to the Immortal Gates flashed by for an instant. It encompassed everything and possessed all things.

This was the manifestation of the Human Race's Heavenly Dao, the hub of the Human Race's inheritance: the Cangjie Bird.

From ancient times to the present, any lost inheritance of the Human Way is recorded here.

Many years ago, the Six Realms Reincarnation inheritance obtained by the Great Sun Sword Disciple was delivered by the Cangjie Bird; the Ancient God Ancestor of that time was the same, and the Lei Yang Ancestor was likewise.

It could reach absolutely anywhere.

"Master Tushan,"

"The Cangjie Bird is the core of the Human Race's inheritance. Legend says it was built by True Immortals and exists alongside the endless universe and starry sky..."

The Fusang Saintess, who had arrived beside him at some unknown time, said softly.

Over these tens of thousands of years, the two had become somewhat familiar. Although they could not be called close friends, they could certainly be counted as friends who chat occasionally.

Having been entangled by a clingy Dao Disciple for tens of thousands of years, the Fusang Saintess had gone from initial goosebumps and vigilance to numbness and habit. Thus, seeing him staring blankly at the Cangjie Bird, she subconsciously began to explain.

"There is a legend,"

"It is not entirely certain. In the era when the Human Emperor of the Human Race appeared, the Human Emperor's great army descended upon various places in the endless universe and starry sky through the Cangjie Bird, slaughtering all living beings who were not submissive. This is recorded in the inheritances of many races. It was extremely brutal, often exterminating entire clans, leaving not even a chicken or dog..."

The Fusang Saintess said softly.

Every generation of Human Emperors was a terrifying existence, difficult to get along with.

The Fusang Sacred Land had once produced an Empress in history. Even so, they were filled with fear and awe in their hearts toward the Human Emperor and dared not think too much.

"So that means,"

"The alien races, the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the gods experienced multiple extinctions and breaks in their generations? How are there still so many now?"

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

Regarding the powerful ones of the Human Race, based on his past experience,

except for the citizens of the Immortal Gates, there did not seem to be many good people, nor too many benevolent and kind-hearted ones.

"Brother Master Tushan,"

"I know this!"

The Zhenjun He Huan Saintess, who had appeared here at some unknown time, spoke before the Fusang Saintess: "Mainly there are two reasons. First, the Dragon and Phoenix clans, the gods, and many quasi-immortal races are useful. The Dragon and Phoenix clans seem very delicious; other races are also useful, whether for forging artifacts, cultivation, or spiritual plants... In short, they are very useful, making it hard to part with them."

"The Human Emperor is also very confident, confident in suppressing the world, and therefore does not fear them."

"If later descendants lack strength and suffer humiliation, it is what they deserve; the weak are meant to be so."

"Of course, some Human Emperors chose to slaughter all these unstable factors to the last man in the later stages of their lives, leaving not even a chicken or dog. It is not entirely the same."

"This is where the second reason lies."

The Zhenjun He Huan Saintess said with a smile.

"These powerful clans, in the era when the Human Emperor appeared, would lie low, either through self-sealing or by hiding using the Great Dao Secret Realms left behind by the emperors of their clans in the past. Plus, the endless universe and starry sky are so vast that even the Human Emperor could not find all the seeds that hid away to exterminate them all."

"So... after the Human Emperor passed away, they would revive."

It seemed she did not care whether these alien races existed or not; her racism was not very strong.

Even without these many alien races, the Human Race would still kill each other to the death, ruthlessly and without any bottom line.

If one day the Zhenjun He Huan Holy Land were to perish, the probability of it perishing at the hands of foreign races would be at most one part in ten. The remaining nine parts would absolutely be the work of other powerful members of the human race — they would not hold back simply because they share your race.

In such a case, even if the entire boundless universe were populated by humans, what difference would it make to the Zhenjun He Huan Holy Land?