Chapter 75: Rushing to Meet

"Perhaps we still need the Literary Saint's help," Di Hong's voice revealed a hint of helplessness.

The color of Shui Shen's face turned scarlet in an instant; he was about to retort, but when he turned his head to look at the scene beyond the space, he was so astonished he could not speak.

The once-familiar Vast Wilderness World had vanished, replaced by dazzling golden light, as if endless brilliance shimmered, containing a gentle literary aura.

Mysterious characters floated and flickered through the light.

In the instant the space cracked, countless characters surged into the fissure, repairing the broken space back to its original state at a slow yet perceptible pace.

"This place is rather special; ordinary spatial spells cannot escape it," Zhou Yi explained with a slight shake of his head.

After speaking, he lifted his hand lightly; everyone felt a flash before they were back in their original positions the next moment.

Di Hong sighed deeply, his expression complex as he looked at Zhou Yi and said, "Today we witnessed the Literary Saint's power and words; should we need it later, we will come to you again."

Then he turned and left, with Zhu Jiu Yin and Shui Shen and the others following closely.

"Brother, he hasn't even agreed to our request; why are you still so courteous to him?" Shui Shen complained in a low voice as he walked.

Although their attitude toward Zhou Yi had exceeded their initial expectations, they were confident in themselves; relying on the Twelve Capital Celestial God Hex Formation, they believed they could contend with Zhou Yi.

"All the troubles have been resolved; now everything can proceed on the right track," Zhou Yi said, inhaling deeply, feeling a wave of lightness as the long‑standing pressure on his heart finally released.

"The earlier Demon Race threat and the later Saint's pressure are no longer enough to pose a mortal danger to me," Zhou Yi murmured. As he turned, golden light flickered again, and his figure returned to that unique space.

If anyone can climb the Book Mountain and search carefully, they will discover that this space is hidden deep within the Book Mountain.

"The space forged by mixing the original merit with the scent of the Dao, even Di Hong cannot breach it; it truly gave me an unexpected sanctuary," he said.

Zhou Yi's mouth twitched upward slightly.

Then he sat down on the chair with ease, fully savoring this rare comfort.

It seemed all heavy responsibilities had been lifted. The future would be a golden age of rapid development for the Human Race.

Zhou Yi no longer needed to exhaust himself as before; simply guarding quietly and watching the Human Race grow strong was enough.

Time flew like a shuttle, as if a white horse galloped through a crack.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed. During that time, the Human Race's societal progress was like a thousand miles in a day, and prosperity erupted like a well spouting.

Through successive selections, over a million talents were appointed as officials; each performed their duties, orderly managing a population that had reached several hundred million.

In cultivation, the Human Race also achieved brilliant feats, producing several hundred Golden Immortal‑level masters, and even two who reached the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

Thus, the Human Race filled the final gap in basic combat power.

One day, while Zhou Yi was cultivating on the Book Mountain, a familiar system notification sound suddenly interrupted him.

He reflexively glanced at the system interface, then froze.

"One million points! This is the richest I've ever had since acquiring the system," a spark of delight flashed in his eyes, and he quickly made a decision.

"System, use two hundred thousand points for a random acceleration," he commanded.

Zhou Yi intended to use the system's power to summon assistance to promote the Human Race's development.

After all, with the population's rapid surge, affairs became increasingly complex, and one person alone could not handle everything.

The next moment, Zhou Yi's figure vanished from the Book Mountain and reappeared hovering over the Huang Guo.

The present Huang Guo spanned a vast area, its houses densely arranged, the spectacular sight leaving onlookers in awe.

Sui Huang sensed Zhou Yi's arrival and hurried to meet him.

Seeing his urgent expression, Zhou Yi felt a bit puzzled.

"What happened? Why the hurry?" Sui Huang frowned, thought for a moment, then replied, "Ancestor God, we have already occupied all the surrounding lands, but the population keeps growing; to continue development we must expand our territory."

At this point, Sui Huang showed a hesitant expression; he himself had not expected the Human Race to one day pursue expansion.

Zhou Yi was unsurprised, calmly saying, "Let Xiao Ling'er and San handle this. Both act decisively and are fully capable. The most important thing now is to properly settle our people; the rest need not worry, I am here."

Hearing this, Sui Huang's face broke into a satisfied smile, and he immediately replied, "Understood, I will arrange it right away."

Afterwards, a event that would shock the entire Vast Wilderness was about to unfold.

The Human Race began a massive expansion, delineating territories and occupying new regions.

In the past, such actions might not have drawn much attention, even being dismissed by other races as overreaching farce.

However, times have changed; now Zhou Yi sits at the helm of the Human Race.

Consequently, some races pre‑emptively withdrew from their lands, yielding passage to the Human Race.

Surprisingly, the Wu Clan and the Demon Race gave no reaction, effectively tacitly approving the Human Race's actions.

Thus, in the Vast Wilderness World, it became an open secret: all factions chose silence.

And the Human Race knew when to stop, halting after extending outward for a while.

Waves upon waves of the Human Race surged like tides, establishing sturdy cities everywhere and taking root. For a moment, the land area they occupied ranked just behind the Demon Race and the Wu Clan.

In the Sea of Blood, Ming He's figure silently emerged, "Never expected this inconspicuous Human Race to reach such a day."

He pondered, "This time they actually managed to seize such vast land, yet the Wu Clan and the Demon Race did not intervene."

Ming He's eyes flashed with doubt as he muttered softly, "Could Zhou Yi already be that powerful?"

Although he had sensed Zhou Yi's aura to be close to that of a Saint, he had not truly become saintly yet.

The Human Race's bold expansion this time successfully caught his attention.

"Hmph, what does the Human Race have to do with us? Sir, are you planning..." a small Asura Race soldier began, but Ming He kicked him back to his spot.

"Enough chatter!" Ming He barked, "Why can Nüwa's creation of humanity become saintly, while my creation of you can only remain at this stage?"

Speaking of Zhou Yi, curiosity flared within him, "He's just an un‑sainted one; how powerful could he really be?"

Recalling Zhenyuanzi's words, Ming He could no longer restrain the impulse inside him.

Having not acted for several epochs, he now yearned to spar with this Human Race's Zhou Yi, called the Literary Saint, to see what truly set him apart.

"Fine, go see what secret the Human Race hides," Ming He snorted coldly, his form soaring skyward, turning into a slash of blood light that tore through space, racing toward the direction of the Human Race.