374: Chapter 374 A Powerful Human Being!

This is a bond carved into the genes and fused into the blood and bone—it is the recognition of one's own kind across the ages!

Following closely, an overwhelming realization and ecstasy crashed through the despair and numbness in everyone's hearts!

The white-clad figure was emitting a pure, flawless, and boundless Origin aura of the Human Race!

Even though the level of this aura was so high that it was beyond their reach and comprehension, the roots and the mark of the Bloodline were undoubtedly from the Human Race!

"It... it is a Great Being of our Human Race!"

A middle-aged soldier with a severed left arm leaned against a cracked mysterious iron shield, his chest heaving violently.

He suddenly widened his bloodshot eyes, a broken sound forcing its way out of his hoarse throat.

The despair and dead silence in his eyes melted away like snow under the scorching sun, completely replaced by a brightness so intense it was almost blinding.

"This aura... so lofty... so full of Perfection!"

At the top of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, the red-robed elder from Lihuo Divine Palace trembled all over, his gray beard shaking rustlingly.

He pinched a seal with his fingertips, sensing an aura level that far surpassed the Undergoing Tribulation stage and even faintly towered over all the supreme powerhouses in his past understanding.

A term that existed almost only in ancient myths spilled hotly from his cracked lips, filled with blood-weeping excitement:

"Void Immortal... it is the realm of the Void Immortal! My Human Race... the Human Race of our Nanming Continent, has finally given birth to a Void Immortal again!"

The two words "Void Immortal" were like a spark thrown into boiling oil—instantly igniting the long-suppressed grief, indignation, despair, and hope in the hearts of all the Human Race!

On the city wall, a middle-aged female Cultivator with a blood-stained face and disheveled hair was using trembling hands to hold a healing pill, futilely trying to stuff it into the chest of her dying Junior Brother beside her.

When the vast Human Race aura descended, her movements suddenly froze; the pill rolled to the ground with a crisp sound, but no one noticed.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze piercing through the dust and fog to look at the indifferent white-clad figure in the sky.

Tears welled up without warning, mixing with the blood on her face, winding down her tear-stained cheeks and dripping onto the cold city bricks, creating a small wet patch.

She did not let out a single sob, only her shoulders trembled violently.

This was the extreme excitement of surviving a disaster, the ecstasy of hope reignited, and a silent comfort to the countless companions who fell under the claws of the Yao Race—their sacrifice was not in vain!

"Heaven has mercy... Heaven has mercy!"

An elderly Formation Master with white hair and a fading aura struggled to stand up from beside a damaged formation eye.

His leg bones had been shattered by Demonic Qi, and every movement was bone-piercingly painful, but he leaned on a broken Formation Flag, tears streaming down his face.

His cloudy eyes reflected the white-clad figure, and he shakily bent his hunched back deeply in the direction of Chu Changsheng—his forehead almost touching the cold city bricks.

"Void Immortal... it is our Human Race's Void Immortal..."

Countless choked, hoarse, broken, and hope-filled voices sounded low across the city wall, converging into a tide of mixed sorrow and joy that echoed between heaven and earth.

Hope!

This is the light of hope sufficient to pierce the deepest darkness and tear through boundless despair!

Above this majestic Demon-Suppressing Pass, which was built on a Foundation of flesh and blood, paved with corpses, colored by despair, and already on the verge of collapse—the appearance of Chu Changsheng, his unfathomable means of obliterating ten thousand Yao with a wave of his hand, and the pure Human Race Void Immortal aura he emitted were like a sky-supporting jade pillar, crashing down to steadily prop up the sky that was about to collapse!

I do not know who it was, but the first person slowly bent their knees toward the figure in the sky, bowing deeply with solemnity and reverence.

The movement was slow but carried the weight of a thousand jun, filled with ultimate respect.

This bow—was like toppling the first domino.

The next moment—

From the very front of the city wall, those soldiers gasping for breath in blood; to the rear watchtowers, those generals who had been commanding calmly but were already exhausted.

From the dying wounded lying in pools of blood, to the Cultivators who still had the strength to grit their teeth and support the city-protecting formation.

From the top of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, those Great Being Venerables and Sect Masters whose footsteps could shake the entire Northern Region, to within the pass, countless ordinary Cultivators and commoners who had been looking up in anticipation, concerned for the battle, and had already cried dry their tears...

All the living Human Race, regardless of status, severity of injury, or location—

They struggled, propping themselves up with broken weapons, helping each other wipe the blood from their faces, or straightening their own spines bent by the fires of war, facing the white-clad figure high in the sky, facing the hope that descended in the desperate situation, facing the supreme existence that had finally reappeared after the long night of the Human Race—and bowed deeply!

This bow, with foreheads touching the ground—was to the salvific power that turned the tide and saved the common people from fire and water!

This bow, with backs bent—was to the supreme elder of the same Bloodline who protects our Human Race!

This bow, with a heart full of piety—was to the unyielding will of the Human Race that has endured ten thousand calamities, whose Legacy never dies, and whose torch burns forever!

Thousands of Human Race, billions of thoughts, at this moment condensed into an invisible torrent.

Respect, piety, hope, and even fanatical belief surged like a tide toward the white-clad figure in the sky—turning into golden light invisible to the naked eye, lingering around Chu Changsheng.

Chu Changsheng stood before the bronze carriage, his plain white sleeves fluttering gently in the cool breeze, unstained by a speck of dust.

He lowered his eyes, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the black mass of thousands of Human Race bowing below; his face remained without joy or sorrow, his brows frozen with the coldness of ages.

It was as if accepting the worship of these billions of living beings was nothing more than a mundane matter—like the spring breeze brushing over trees, or the stars and moon illuminating the rivers and seas.

His gaze passed over the bowing Human Race masses before him and fell upon the distant horizon.

There, the boundless Yao Race tide, which had become restless again due to the appearance of the three Demon Venerables, was like a black raging wave, surging with monstrous ferocity.

Three figures exuding earth-destroying ferocity hung above the Yao Race tide, their scarlet eyes locking onto him with scorching intensity, carrying bone-deep wariness and killing intent—the Demonic Qi around them solidified, almost dyeing the world black.

Chu Changsheng parted his thin lips slightly, and his calm voice clearly rang out again in the ears of every living being.

Without a ripple, yet carrying an indifference that made one's Divine Soul freeze, like Nine Heavens ice falling onto the scorching earth:

"Fellow Daoists, this matter all began because of me—I have let you suffer."

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry the resonance of heaven and earth, clearly echoing in every inch of the Demon Burial Plain.

The tone was congealed with the indifference of ancient ages, yet it also hid a faint trace of apology.

This apology was not for any one blood-soaked soldier, nor for any one injured Cultivator—but was a detached yet genuine recognition born from standing at the peak of Karma, overlooking the thousands of innocent living beings who were inexplicably drawn into this conflict.

As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of the thousands of Human Race Cultivators at Yuyao Pass surged into monstrous waves!

This Human Race Void Immortal who had appeared out of thin air not only had the heaven-reaching strength to obliterate ten thousand Yao with a wave of his hand, but was actually willing to actively take on the Karma and sympathize with the suffering of them, the mortal beings!

A warm current surged from the bottom of everyone's hearts, dispelling the exhaustion and coldness of days of bloody battles—the reverence for Chu Changsheng climbed to its peak.

The gaze directed at that white-clad figure was so scorching it was almost about to ignite—as pious as believers looking up at a deity.

But these indifferent words, falling into the ears of the Yao Race, especially those three terrifying figures who had just stepped onto the battlefield and whose energy was stirring the heavens and earth to change color—were more piercing than the sharpest blade, and more infuriating than the most arrogant sarcasm!

This was naked contempt, a disregard that treated the thousands of Yao Race combat forces as nothing!

As soon as Chu Changsheng's voice fell, a cold snort suddenly exploded—as if bursting from the very bottom of the Nine Nether Abyss, shaking the remaining clouds in the hundred-mile sky until they shattered instantly; even the stable Void Realm rippled with large, twisted black waves, and the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth stagnated.

That was the cold snort of Demon Venerable Shi Ri.

His figure was always shrouded in a deep black that devoured all light; only a pair of scarlet blood-eyes burst out with blinding, torch-like ferocity in the darkness, nailing themselves firmly onto Chu Changsheng.

The resentment and killing intent in that gaze almost solidified, piercing through the Void Realm.

"A mere newly ascended Void Immortal, yet you dare to speak so boastfully before us!"

Following closely was the voice of Demon Venerable Tun Yue, as cold and clear as the collision of ten-thousand-year black ice.

The faint moonlight surrounding her suddenly became incomparably sharp—this soft radiance now turned into billions of cold ice blades, suspended in the Void Realm, ready to strike.

The chilling aura forced the Yao Race tide below to shrink back involuntarily.

Her gaze swept over Chu Changsheng, as if inspecting a rare treasure unique in the world, the cold depths of her eyes surging with undisguised greed:

"As a Human Race Void Immortal, your very existence is a sin against our Yao Race. Your Immortal blood, your Dao Foundation—all shall belong to our Yao Race, to repay the Karma of this ten-thousand-year blood feud between Human and Yao!"

The blood feud she spoke of was never about the gain or loss of a city or a territory—but that the appearance of a Human Race Void Immortal meant that the Yao Race's ruling position over the Northern Region would face its most fatal challenge.

"Why waste words with him!"

Demon Venerable Sui Xing's roar was like a great bell striking a cauldron, causing the Void Realm to hum and vibrate.

His massive, dark-gold figure took a step forward, his heavy feet landing on the Void Realm, actually causing the surrounding space to shatter inch by inch.

The sense of power, extreme to the point of violence, solidified, like a volcano about to erupt, pressing down until the Qi between heaven and earth stagnated:

"Swallow him directly—everything of his will then be ours!"

The energy of the three Demon Venerables was released with a roar, without reservation; the rolling Demonic power, like a black tsunami, swept toward Chu Changsheng—colliding fiercely in the Void Realm with his vast, indifferent Void Immortal aura!

"Boom—!!!"

The invisible clash actually triggered phenomena in heaven and earth. The sky above the Demon Burial Plain was instantly divided into two halves:

One half was the area covered by Chu Changsheng's aura, which still maintained relative calm, yet hid an unfathomable depth—like an ancient cold pool, unable to tolerate a single ripple.

The other half was completely devoured by the Demon domains of the three Demon Venerables—

Demon Venerable Shi Ri's dark Demon domain, wherever it passed, light, Spiritual Qi, and even space were being crazily devoured—like a constantly expanding black hole.

Demon Venerable Tun Yue's icy Demon domain, congealing with dead silence and cold Qi, caused the Void Realm to be covered in layers of ice crystals, as if even time were about to be frozen—all things stood still.