Global Planets: Build A Primordial Civilization From Day One-Chapter 279 - 197: The Heavens-Shrouding Doctrine Transmitted to the Human Race!
Chapter 279: Chapter 197: The Heavens-Shrouding Doctrine Transmitted to the Human Race!
"Have you prayed to the Holy Mother?"
The ancestors of the Human Race asked with a gloomy expression after listening to their report.
Over the years, they have often heard reports of the Demon Race encroaching on the Human Race, enduring in silence without praying to Nuwa for this matter.
Because they felt that the Demon Beasts were part of the Demon Race, and the Demon Race was the progeny created by the Holy Mother, they shouldn’t trouble her with this.
But as more and more of the Human Race fell to the devouring of Demon Beasts, the ancestors could not help but start praying to the Holy Mother, hoping she would intervene to restrain the actions of the Demon Race, to prevent irreparable rifts between the two races.
In the beginning, Nuwa would enforce the restraint on the Demon Race through holy interventions, warning them not to devour the Human Race at will, or they would be exterminated.
But as Time passed, the Demon Race gradually dismissed Nuwa’s warnings as empty threats, attacking and devouring the weaker tribes of the Human Race every now and then. They kept praying and informing Nuwa of the situation, but the results were far from ideal.
In recent years, their prayers fell on deaf ears, void of any response from Nuwa, emboldening the Demon Race even more.
Previously, the Demon Race attacked every now and then; now they come even more frequently, sometimes several times a day.
Moreover, each time they devoured a large number of newly born Human Race, leaving the entire race panicking.
It was also for this reason that the Human Race dared not venture far from the Eastern Sea.
With such things happening even in their ancestral lands, venturing into the Primordial World would mean no space to survive, so the Human Race, even if they starved, were unwilling to venture into the Primordial World.
"We’ve already prayed! It’s useless! The Holy Mother seems deaf to our prayers, no matter how much we pray, she does not respond at all!"
A tall, burly Elder said.
As he spoke, his straightforward face was mixed with disbelief and anger or maybe indignation, his emotions complicated as if he were a child wronged.
"Roar!"
Suddenly!
A deafening roar echoed.
The ancestors of the Human Race and the Elders all stood up, their expressions tense as they looked towards the direction of the roar.
"Damn it, it’s happening again!"
"Let’s go and take a look!"
"This time, no matter what, we must teach those damned Demon Beasts a lesson!"
"Let’s go!"
"..."
Many Elders stood up, intending to leave and strike a heavy blow towards the direction of the Demon Beast invasion, but they were stopped by a few sensible ancestors.
"Stop!"
"Do not act rashly!"
"It’s easy to deal with these Demon Beasts, but the Demon Race behind them is not something we can handle!"
"Everyone, come back!"
Faced with the restraint of the few Human Race ancestors, the Elders who had stood up angrily were forced to sit back down, seemingly familiar with being held back by the ancestors each time.
Although reluctant in their hearts, they obediently sat down.
It wasn’t that the ancestors’ words carried much authority, but their words cooled the Elders’ anger. It was easy to kill the attacking Demon Beasts, but attracting the attention of the powerful forces behind the Demon Beasts was not what they wanted.
The Human Race was very weak at the time and incapable of competing with the tyrants of the Primordial World — the Demon Race. They had to bear any humiliation to avoid the calamity of annihilation for the Human Race.
However, this time the ancestors did not calm the indignant Human Race Elders as usual.
"You stay here; I will go and see what’s happening!" An ancestor radiating intense energy came out and nodded towards the Elders and the other ancestors, saying:
"I’m also going!"
Having said that, he soared towards the place where the Demon Beasts were attacking.
"Roar!"
Another roar came through!
The flying ancestor’s heart trembled,
But thinking of those weak clan members, he resolutely flew toward the direction of the Demon Beast’s roar.
Quickly, he reached the edge of the Human Race tribe, seeing a huge creature with wings on its back, serpent-like but not a serpent, swiftly crawling over,
Plowing through the landscape like a thundering horde, toppling trees and collapsing mountains.
Utterly terrifying.
It looked extremely ferocious, with bulging eyes, fangs bared at the corners of its mouth, a blood-red bifurcated tongue constantly flicking out and saliva dripping, clearly a fierce Demon Beast.
"Hiss!"
The ancestor inhaled a breath of cold air.
The attacking Demon Beast, turned out to be one of the powerful Flying Snake clan of the Demon Race.
"This is going to be difficult!"
"Huff!"
The ancestor gritted his teeth and proactively confronted it.
To attract the Flying Snake’s attention, he deliberately concentrated his Mana, bursting forth a formidable aura, causing tumultuous changes in the surrounding clouds.
"Huh?"
The Flying Snake did not expect a small bug to rush out of the Human Race’s tribe, suddenly flapping its wings, whipping up a ferocious tornado.
The ancestor was blown about chaotically in an instant.
To protect the Human Race tribe from destruction by this Flying Snake, the ancestor went all out, roaring at the Flying Snake:
"Halt, invader! This is the land of the Human Race created by Nuwa. Do you have Nuwa’s permission to come here?!
If not, leave quickly.
Lest you invite deadly trouble upon yourself!"
The Flying Snake, hearing the name of Nuwa, its bloodthirsty look in its eyes slightly diminished, and its charging body also came to a halt, but did not answer the ancestor’s question, instead pondering the ancestor’s words.
"There’s a chance!"
Seeing this, the ancestor was slightly moved.
No attack.
This meant communication was possible.
"Why do you not answer?
Could it be that you came here behind Nuwa’s back?"
The ancestor feigned rage much more powerfully than the Flying Snake’s body size, becoming exceptionally lofty in this moment, like a towering giant, exerting great pressure on the Flying Snake in front of him.
"Don’t talk nonsense; I was just passing by the Primordial, unaware that this place was a dwelling of the Human Race!"
The Flying Snake snorted coldly.
Then, without waiting for the ancestor to respond, it turned around and quickly dashed back the way it came.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished from the ancestor’s sight.
"Finally bluffed that plague away..."
The ancestor felt a wave of relief but also a touch of sadness.
The race created by the mighty Nuwa Saint was reduced to such a pitiful state.
No one would believe it if it were said out loud.
"Sigh!"
"Holy Mother!"
"Where are you?"
"It’s been a thousand years!"
"When will you come back to see us, your children teetering on the brink of peril?!"
"Holy Mother! After you left us, you decreed that no Primordial Beings should harm the Human Race for a thousand years! But not long after you left, your kin from the Demon Race came!"
"They disregarded your edict, ruthlessly devouring us, the Human Race, without treating us like your children at all!"
"Over the years! We’ve always hoped that you could stand up for us, your children, but you’ve never appeared, not even to show your holiness!"
"Do you know, the first batch of the Human Race you personally created are now reduced to just over a hundred, cowering within the ancestral land."
"..."
Human Ancestor talked to himself for a long time, which eventually turned into a sigh:
"Sigh!" He then turned around and returned to the tribe where the Human Race resided.
"Sigh!"
Not long after the departure of Human Ancestor, ripples appeared in the air one after another.
The next second.
A woman appeared, wearing the Emperor Phoenix Crown, dressed in a red ceremonial robe, red silk stockings on her feet, and boots with the lower body of a snake.
She looked in the direction where the Human Race had disappeared, her delicate and elegant face showing an inexplicable sadness and emotion.
The Human Race was a race she had created, but for various reasons, she hadn’t intervened for a thousand years.
Resulting in such deep resentment between the Human Race and the Demon Race.
Such resentment could be heard from Human Ancestor’s narrative, and it had reached an irreconcilable state, even if she, as the Holy Mother, couldn’t change it.
"It’s my fault too!"
She felt she was unworthy to be the Holy Mother of the Human Race, nor had the face to confront these oppressed children.
Should she hate the Demon Race?
She should hate!
But she couldn’t lay a hand on the Demon Race!
For her, the Demon Race was her kin, and the Human Race was her children — she couldn’t favor either side.
Eventually, she gently drew a line through the Void, throwing seven sealed gourds into the Human Race territory, then turned and departed!
...
Awakening Space!
Wang Yi watched Nuwa leaving the Human Race’s territory, his eyebrows constricted as he said:
"Whether it’s the original trajectory or today’s Primordial.
Nuwa has always been that same Nuwa, never changing!"
After speaking, a Tao Incarnation condensed from the Three Thousand Great Dao split off from Wang Yi’s body.
"Master, I shall go!"
After paying a great respect to Wang Yi, it flew towards the Primordial World.
"If the Human Race has no one to cherish them, then let this Tao cherish them instead!"
After uttering these words, Wang Yi strolled ahead, continuing towards the direction of Awakening Space.
...
Primordial World!
In a certain Human Race tribe.
A man dressed in a blue robe entered, and the enthusiastic and hospitable Human Race did not turn him away but warmly welcomed him.
In the southeast corner of the tribe, a thatched cottage was built for him as a place for daily rest.
The young man lived like an ordinary person, working from sunrise to sunset alongside the tribe members without any special treatment.
Gradually, the people of the tribe had come to regard him as one of their own,
Inviting him to any matter that required discussion.
The young man enjoyed such a life.
But the calm days were always short-lived, soon disrupted by a sudden attack from a Tiger Demon. Just when the tribe’s people thought they were going to suffer grievously at the Tiger Demon’s claws, the young man stood up and with a single finger burst the Tiger Demon’s head, obliterating its Primordial Spirit.
"This..."
Seeing the young man’s vigorous power, everyone in the Human Race gaped in astonishment, their faces showing disbelief.
Is this the same "tribe member" whom they often regarded as physically weak?
Just a single finger, and he killed a Golden Immortal Level Tiger Demon, isn’t that a bit too terrifying?!!
Knowing that his actions would shock the tribe members, the young man didn’t care. He lifted the headless Tiger Demon carcass and turned towards the stunned "tribe members" to speak:
"Clan Leader, how about roasted meat for dinner tonight?"
"Good!"
The Clan Leader nodded his head.
...
In the blink of an eye.
Fifty years swept by.
In front of the thatched cottage.
The young man looked at the five men and four women he had chosen, raised his head and aimed a beam of light from his fingertip into the minds of these nine people.
"Within this lies the Extreme Dao Cultivation Method of the Human Race, you all must cultivate diligently, and in the future, you may contend with the Witch Demons.
Remember!
The Human Race must be self-reliant!
Only during the most critical moments of the Human Race should you step in to help.
The rest of the time, just focus on cultivating.
Of course, you can also use this method to teach the Human Race."
Upon hearing this, the nine individuals bowed in appreciation to Wang Yi:
"Thank you, Teacher, for bestowing the method!"
The young man waved his hand and said, "You may go."
...
To be continued!
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