232: Human race, stand up!

At this moment, these 129,600 Congenital Human Race, upon their birth, were like bewildered fledglings, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment towards this unfamiliar world.

They stood rooted to the spot, as if caught in a massive enigma, unsure of where to go.

After a long while, they finally came to their senses, realizing that the graceful and ethereal Female Immortals before them was the Mother God who had bestowed life upon them.

Furthermore, within their bodies flowed not only the bloodline of their Mother God Nuwa but also the Saint blood of their Father God, the powers of both intermingling within their bodies, granting them a unique spiritual charm.

Infinite gratitude surged within the hearts of the Human Race, and they all knelt down in unison, shouting in chorus, "We thank the Saint Mother and Saint Father for the grace of creation! For bestowing life upon us!"

The voices of the Human Race echoed through the clouds, reverberating for a long time on the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

Their eyes were filled with piety, pure without a trace of impurity; their simple minds at this moment held only deep gratitude towards Nuwa and Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi looked down at the 129,600 Human Race bowing before him like a tide, and nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Although none of these Human Race possessed the top-tier origins of Innate God and Demon, the scale of these 129,600 Congenital Saints was unmatched by any single race in the entire Primordial World.

The Demon Race was naturally an exception; while the Demon Race was vast, it was a conceptual race formed by the union of numerous smaller races, not a true single race in its own right.

As for the Witch Race, though there were many with the origins of Innate God and Demon and Congenital Saints, the majority of the Witch Race were essentially just Innate Living Beings.

Even if these Human Race before him only possessed the highest-tier Congenital Saint origins, in their original destiny, there were Human Race who, with such origins, cultivated to the Quasi-Saint realm.

Now, with a trace of Zhen Yuanzi's essence blood origin integrated, their future achievements were destined to be far greater, even not inferior to many Innate God and Demon, or even stronger.

In the original Primordial World destiny he knew, the Congenital Human Race, due to their excessive number of Congenital Saint origins, were too monstrous, their future potential terrifying.

Once allowed to develop freely, they would inevitably give birth to many individuals with vast divine abilities, and even had the potential to produce top-tier Great Power of the Primordial World.

This would not only allow the Human Race to completely dominate the Human Dao but also potentially conquer the Primordial World.

For beings like Hongjun, who stood high above, this was undoubtedly a huge threat.

It was precisely for this reason that Hongjun intervened with schemes, taking the Heavenly Emperor Sword in advance, and then using some secret method to let Emperor Jun know how to refine the Demon Slaying Sword, using the Demon Race's hands to carry out a cruel massacre of the Congenital Human Race.

Under that catastrophe, the Congenital Human Race was almost wiped out, with only a portion of the Post-Heaven Human Race remaining, their potential greatly reduced, making it difficult for many Great Power to emerge thereafter, gradually becoming puppets in the hands of the Heavenly Dao and Saints.

But now, Hongjun had been slain by Zhen Yuanzi, and the future of the Primordial World would be led by him. These Congenital Human Race would no longer repeat the same mistakes; they would surely rise rapidly and bring new glory to the Human Race and even the entire Primordial World.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the Human Race before him, waved his hand, and a majestic yet gentle force spread out like ripples, enveloping every single Human Race.

The Human Race felt a flash of light in their minds, and several cultivation techniques appeared out of thin air. These techniques were all meticulously crafted by Zhen Yuanzi earlier, tailored to the characteristics of the Congenital Human Race.

Among them, there were cultivation techniques directly pointing to a certain Great Dao of Law, with law runes shimmering within them, as if displaying the most fundamental rules of heaven and earth before everyone's eyes; if a cultivator could comprehend them, they could follow this Great Dao of Law all the way up to touch the true essence of the Dao; there were body refining techniques, where during their operation, one could almost hear bones clanging and muscles condensing like steel; when cultivated to the extreme, the physical body could shatter space and fear no attacks from magical treasures or divine abilities; and there were also cultivation techniques for the Nascent Soul, where during cultivation, the Nascent Soul seemed to be able to leave the body, roam heaven and earth, and perceive all the mysteries of the world, making the cultivator's soul power grow ever stronger.

The reason Zhen Yuanzi imparted these cultivation techniques so early was naturally because he had thoroughly considered the cultivation path of the Congenital Human Race.

These Congenital Human Race were all Congenital Dao Bodies, naturally affinity with the Dao; if they did not cultivate magical power but instead consumed mortal food and drink, prematurely tainted by Post-Heaven substances, it would cause great damage to their own origins, aptitudes, and other aspects.

Just like the Lingming Stone Monkey Sun Wukong during the Journey to the West period, upon his birth, his eyes emitted golden light that shot up to the Big Dipper, how magnificent he was.

However, simply because he consumed mortal water and food, tainted by Post-Heaven turbidity, his divine abilities, Dao techniques, and Congenital cultivation all lay dormant, almost reducing him to a mortal monkey.

It was not until he became a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi and cultivated diligently that his potential was slowly unleashed.

But his actions back then still caused damage to Sun Wukong's origins and potential, especially his naturally endowed Lingming Divine Eyes, which even required being smoked and refined in the Eight Trigrams Furnace to develop Fiery Golden Eyes. But who can say that his original divine eyes wouldn't have been even more powerful?

On his cultivation path, to break through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, Sun Wukong had no choice but to rely on stealing immortal peaches, pilfering imperial wine, and secretly taking Laozi's immortal pills, among many other spiritual and immortal treasures.

In reality, after absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon for countless years on Flower Fruit Mountain, he should have been a Golden Immortal body upon birth. However, due to prematurely being tainted by mortal qi, the difficulty of his cultivation increased exponentially.

The same principle applied to these Congenital Human Race now; if they were tainted by mortal turbidity too early, their future cultivation path would inevitably be fraught with thorns and difficulties.

Zhen Yuanzi's expression was serene, his gaze calm as he swept over everyone, nodding slightly, his voice not loud but clear as a great bell in their ears: "These are cultivation methods. You all should meditate and regulate your breath to cultivate the Congenital One Qi!"

"We respectfully obey Father God's teachings!" The Congenital Human Race bowed again, their voices neat and resonant, filled with unwavering determination.

With that, they each found a spot, sat cross-legged, and began to try to guide the qi within their bodies according to the cultivation methods that appeared in their minds, entering a state of cultivation.

For a time, the entire area became silent, with only wisps of spiritual energy slowly converging around the Human Race, forming visible spiritual energy vortexes.

Nuwa stood by, her beautiful eyes flowing, looking at these newborn Human Race, her eyes filled with love and expectation: "Brother, look at them. Although they have just arrived in the world, they have already shown tenacious perseverance. I believe that under our guidance, the Human Race will surely live up to expectations."

Zhen Yuanzi turned slightly, looked at Nuwa, and said with a smile, "Nuwa, rest assured, with your and my protection, the Human Race will surely carve out a vast world for themselves in this Primordial World."

At this moment, colorful clouds floated in the sky, as if also sending blessings to this newborn Human Race.

And where the Human Race cultivated, the spiritual energy became even denser, almost substantial, transforming into streams of spiritual energy that continuously poured into the bodies of the Human Race.

And at the same time, above the firmament, the situation changed dramatically.

The originally clear blue sky seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible giant hand, and thick clouds rapidly churned, like ten thousand horses galloping, with a formidable momentum.

Suddenly, a purple light emerged from the depths of the sky. The purple light was like a sharp blade that split heaven and earth, instantly tearing through the thick clouds.

Wherever the purple light passed, clouds dissipated and mist cleared, its momentum irresistible.

This purple light seemed to carry endless majesty and power, illuminating the entire Primordial World; even the distant Nine Netherworld was brightly lit by this sudden light.

Immediately after, the Human Dao's destiny surged like a rolling torrent, converging from all directions.

The destiny appeared in a myriad of colors, dazzling and brilliant, yet containing endless depth and profundity.

Every wisp of destiny seemed to possess life, joyfully leaping and surging towards the center where the purple light converged.

These destinies gathered together, forming a massive river of destiny that roared and surged in the sky. As the river water churned, the aura it emitted caused all living beings in the entire Primordial World to tremble.

At this moment, Nuwa was dressed in a five-colored feathered dress, her robes fluttering, like a celestial immortal descending to the mortal world.

Her expression was solemn and grave, holding the ancient-looking kongtong seal in both hands, slowly bowing devoutly towards heaven and earth.

The kongtong seal was engraved with mysterious and ancient runes, which flickered as she spoke.

Nuwa's voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an undeniable majesty, echoing throughout the entire Primordial World: "Heavenly Dao above, I, Nuwa, in accordance with the Heavenly Dao's numbers, create a race, naturally possessing a Dao Body in human form, hence named: Human Race! With the Human Dao's unique treasure—the kongtong seal—to bear the Human Race's destiny."

After speaking, she raised the kongtong seal high and loudly declared, "Human Race, establish!"