While roaming the Great Desolate Continent, Heaven had made many companions. Although he was a human, he had been nourished by the energy of the green mirror for a long time. His constitution had far surpassed the limits of a human, and he was no weaker than the weaker alien races. Most importantly, his mirror would warn him of danger, remind him of which creatures were friendly and sincere to him. It was precisely because of this that he had not only made friends with a group of alien companions, but also survived in the Great Desolate Continent.
But … he had not found a single energy circulation system suitable for human cultivation. Yes, not a single one!
Ever since Heaven had left the elven village, he had wandered the Great Desolate Continent for a hundred years. Because of the green mirror, he had always maintained his youthful appearance and body. In truth, he had heard of some legends of Innate Spirit Treasures, and their owners could even live forever. As long as they were not destroyed by great power, they could even live forever. But this was not what he sought …
In these 100 years, he had seen too much blood. The misery of the human tribes, the misery of the human race, the suffocation of the blood was so oppressive that he could not even breathe. That was the blood that only a true warrior could face. And in these 100 years … he had already transformed too much …
He understood slaughter, he understood war, he understood sacrifice, he … he understood choice …
His hot-blooded desire to save the human race simply did not work. The human race had no foundation. If he wanted to lead a group of humans into the Great Desolate Continent, not only would he be harming the humans, he might even die. Heaven was no longer afraid of death, but he was afraid that if he died, he would lose the greatest opportunity for the human race to rise. He could not afford to gamble, he did not dare to gamble …
"We can't continue like this …"
Heaven sternly said to his companions. "We've roamed the Great Desolate Continent for nearly a hundred years, and all we've obtained are bits and pieces of cultivation techniques. The complete techniques are all collected in the large villages and cities of the various races. We can't go to the cities, but the villages are no problem. If it's a village of a race like the goblins, as long as we have enough cannon fodder … we can seize their techniques."
One of the alien companions curiously asked, "But we still need enough cannon fodder. Where do we get enough cannon fodder?"
"There is …" Heaven lowered his head so that no one could see his expression. He muttered, "There is enough cannon fodder, as long as … I can choose …"
Humans … were as numerous as the hairs on an ox in the Primitive Era. They were the weakest, the most helpless, the weakest, and the most numerous life forms … Humans …
Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, ten million …
The color of blood reflected his eyes and tears …
When Chu Hao's tears of blood were about to run dry, he obtained a technique that he could actually cultivate. This was a technique called Arcane Energy Cultivation. It was a technique that converted energy into psychic energy and then used it to strengthen one's constitution and combat. It was a very weak technique of the Beholder Race, but it was the only one that Heaven had found that could be cultivated.
With this technique, and with the help of the green mirror, he began to analyze the best way to use this technique, as well as the best shortcut to become stronger. Then, Heaven slowly began to become stronger …
In this period of time, in order for him to remember his original intentions, in order for him to remember the humans who had sacrificed themselves for his cultivation technique, and in order for him to put his own life on the line, he changed his name to Hao, a human of his own race, a new name that was a combination of his own name and the name of his village. Heaven was already dead, and the only one left alive was Hao. As for the Innate Spirit Treasure that accompanied him, it was also named the Clear Sky Mirror.
Stronger, more choices, more cannon fodder, more cultivation techniques, stronger, more choices, more cannon fodder, more cultivation techniques ….
Hao was already 1,000 years old, and he was invincible among those below the Sage level. There was even a legend about him in the Untainted Land. He was the only human who had a Connate Spiritual Treasure without becoming a Sage!
Translator: WQL Editor: Aleem In order to force him, find him, kill him and seize that primordial spiritual treasure, the entire Untainted Land carried out a large-scale purge and slaughter of human beings once again, just like those years before. When Hao rescued a human being who was trapped in a foreign city, he realized how fragile human beings were without cities …
"I want to build a city here, a human city, a human city …"
The human city started to be built. Since then, the war had never stopped, even though the human city was built in the wilderness, even though there was not even a good Spirit Vein nearby, even though the human city was only a symbol on paper, even though the human city was only a symbol on paper, even though the alien race would never allow the humans, whom they saw as food and slaves, to have a city of their own. The war never stopped, and the stories of sacrifice, unity, struggle, hard work, and many other moving stories were always played here …
"The Black Centipede Race … led an army and stopped in front of Lin Tong Pass. They want you to stop building the human city immediately and surrender yourself. Otherwise, they'll kill all the humans they've captured … 370 million …"
Hao lowered his head and said in a low voice as he read the documents, "Hmm, I know … Order the guards not to fight. Guard the pass tightly. Activate the runes. The Black Centipede Race doesn't have a Sage, so I won't fight … Deliver the order immediately."
"Hao, that's … 370 million humans, that's …"
Hao raised his head. His expression was emotionless as if those humans were just a number. He looked at the big man and said, "I've given the order … Execute it."
The burly man opened his mouth, but it wasn't until an old man beside him pulled him away that he angrily left the place ….
"… Hao, it's the Mud Race this time …"
"Guard the pass tightly, that's …"
"Hao, it's the Goblin Race this time …"
"That's …"
'I, I, I …'
'I have to make a choice!'
Was the survival and future of the human race more important, or was this instant gratification more important … They, those Sages, were all looking at me, waiting for me, waiting for me to unleash the full power of the Hao Tian Mirror, then they would make a move to snatch it, so I, so I …
'Forgive me. I'm not doing this for myself, and I won't use righteousness to express my guilt for your sacrifice. I just want to tell you … Wait for me in the world of death. After I finish all this, I'll come and apologize to you. Even if I'm possessed by all kinds of evils, even if I'll never be reincarnated, I'll still kneel to you. So … wait for me!'
Hao knew the limit of his power. The Hao Tian Mirror was very powerful. As a natural spiritual treasure, it should be one of the most powerful treasures. As a mirror, its biggest attribute was' brightness'. It could not only see many secrets, but also see the limited future. He had to hold back all his means until he became a Sage. Only then could he lead the human race into the Prehistoric World. Only then could he become the ancestor of the human race and change the genes of the human race. So, he had to make a choice …
And all of this continued until the two men arrived with their companions …
"Pa!"
A thick and honest young man heavily punched Hao's face. That anger, that sadness, and that agitation did not seem like a human who had experienced countless bloodshed and suffering. Instead, he seemed like a disciple of the Prehistoric World who was agitated by righteous indignation. This man called Gu …
Hao silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then, he lowered his head and continued to edit the document. The surrounding humans were already stunned. No one, no human had ever dared to treat Hao like this. Even if Hao told them to die, they would never dare to do this …
Gu cried out sorrowfully, "I beg you! Hao! Jun said that you can defeat the Prehistoric World Coalition Army. They are not the Prehistoric World Coalition Army. They are just ordinary Prehistoric World Coalition Army. I beg you … In order to save you, Li Er, I, stole that rune. Those Prehistoric World Coalition Army used me as an excuse to kill him. I beg you, save me, save him. He's already left Hangu Pass by himself. He'll die! "
"Didn't you say that we are the hope of the human race's future? Didn't you say that we are extremely rare individuals among the human race who can absorb energy? Then … why did you abandon us?! "
"Or … have you always been doing this for your glory and wealth? Have you always been doing this for your life and future? Have you never … "
"Have you always treated us as cannon fodder?!"
"Pa!"
The pen in Hao's hand snapped. He lowered his head so that no one could see his face … was already covered in blood and tears …
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