Chapter 61: Kicking a Man When He Is Down

"A mere half-saint dares to call himself the master of a holy land; the human race has declined after all!"

"A few Saint Kings actually dare to grandly invite us of the myriad ancient races to come—still not enough! Unless you summon that senior of yours out! Though it remains to be seen whether that person is even human!"

Several ancestral kings spoke up. They did not believe that the powerhouse who had repelled the Red Demon Heavenly Lord on that day came from the human race! While the human race was indeed glorious, that glory was limited to later ages!

When it came to foundational heritage and splendor, the human race fell far short compared to their primordial myriad races! In the ancient primordial era, existence had been utterly brilliant and resplendent!

On that day when the Imperial Mausoleum opened wide, the myriad ancient races did not participate and naturally were not contaminated by the crimson mark, thus failing to grasp the terrifying nature of the Red Demon Heavenly Lord.

"You go too far! Do the myriad ancient races intend to ignite a war? If worst comes to worst, we shall perish together!" a hot-tempered holy master said coldly, entirely without fear.

"Perish together? Relying on the current strength of your human race? How many Great Saints do you even have left?" remarked an ancient being belonging to an immemorial imperial clan. Even with the thin ancient imperial bloodline flowing in his veins, he still possessed ample confidence.

In the void, the aura of several Supreme Imperial Weapons faintly materialized, directly locking onto the numerous ancestral kings of the myriad ancient races. Evidently, the various human factions had brought Supreme Imperial Weapons this time, giving off the distinct impression that a battle would erupt at the slightest disagreement.

"Relying on the lingering shade of your ancestors, they are merely a few imperial weapons. Looking across the ages, my myriad ancient races are no less inferior to later generations!" The speaker was a member of an immemorial imperial clan, and only such ancient clans possessed this kind of confidence.

"Then let us try!" A powerhouse from the Ji family spoke with an unkind tone.

Seeing that the dispute between the two sides was about to spiral out of control, Great Saint Wuhun calmly spoke up, "Today is a council for us to join forces against the Red Demon Heavenly Lord, not a day for infighting! Let us sit down and talk first!"

At the mention of the Red Demon Heavenly Lord, the atmosphere grew somewhat silent among both the human race and the myriad ancient races.

Great Saint Wuhun then looked toward the rest of the ancestral kings of the myriad ancient races and said, "Do not think that because the Red Demon Heavenly Lord is currently targeting the human race, we can remain entirely unscathed. Everyone understands the principle of the lips withering and the teeth growing cold, and since we are all well aware of this, I will say no more!

"Not long ago, I once ventured deep into Undead Mountain and learned that the origin of the Red Demon Heavenly Lord is extraordinary—he obtained a heritage from a place of inheritance that fell from the Immortal Realm! That heritage is the enemy of all heavens and myriad races! Theoretically speaking, this time the myriad ancient races and the human race must stand on the very same frontline to jointly deal with this enemy!"

Great Saint Wuhun had actually ventured deep into a Life Forbidden Zone?

And he had even met the supreme existence within the forbidden zone?

Human cultivators drew in a sharp breath. The rumors were true indeed; the myriad ancient races were indeed connected to certain Life Forbidden Zones!

Even some ancestral kings were moved. That Great Saint Wuhun was able to have an audience with certain existences inside a Life Forbidden Zone—he truly lived up to his reputation as one of the powerhouses closest to the Quasi-Emperor realm!

Rumor had it that Great Saint Wuhun himself was born and nurtured from an Innate Holy Spirit Stone. In his youth, he received guidance from a mysterious figure, and later he shone brightly throughout the world, suppressing beings from all directions! He was an peerless overlord who had once contended with an ancient emperor for the Emperor Fruit and survived!

The current Holy Mother of Yaochi asked, "Can the Great Saint elaborate further on the Red Demon Heavenly Lord?"

Great Saint Wuhun replied, "That existence must not be spoken of lightly, as they seem somewhat apprehensive regarding the heritage of the Red Demon Heavenly Lord and are unwilling to say much!"

"Hiss—"

A heritage that even a mysterious existence in a forbidden zone viewed with apprehension—just how terrifying was the heritage obtained by the Red Demon Heavenly Lord?

One could not rule out the origin of the Red Demon Heavenly Lord himself, which was astonishing indeed!

A Heavenly Lord of the Mythological Era who had reincarnated into the Desolate Era to attain the Dao and become a Great Emperor!

Just this sort of breathtaking origin—a Great Emperor across two lifetimes—was truly something ordinary figures dared not discuss. This was also sufficient to prove the immense status of the mysterious figure Great Saint Wuhun spoke of, someone who could know a thing or two even about the Red Demon Heavenly Lord's heritage.

With a gaze burning like torches, Great Saint Wuhun looked toward the human race once more and asked, "Fellow Daoists, is the fellow daoist who repelled the Red Demon Heavenly Lord on that day present at the scene? Now that a great calamity is about to befall the mortal world, I ask that you please reveal yourself!"

All the cultivators looked around, attempting to find the figure of that senior.

"In my view, there is no such human powerhouse at all; it is merely the wishful thinking of certain people!" After a long while, with no response, the ancestral king who had previously lost face spoke up once again.

The human powerhouses cast their gazes toward a Great Accomplishment King within the crowd. It was precisely this person who had informed them that the senior would arrive at the scene today, which was why they had sincerely invited the myriad ancient races. Yet now, the numerous powerhouses of the myriad ancient races had arrived, and still that senior's figure had yet to appear.

Boss Jin also began to panic slightly.

Great Saint Wuhun looked equally disappointed. "It seems that powerhouse does not hail from the human race after all!"

As Great Saint Wuhun's voice faded, the ancestral kings of the myriad ancient races instantly shifted their posture. With cold expressions, they gazed at the human race and said, "Since that powerhouse has not appeared, there are some things that should be brought out into the open today!

"Your human race has occupied this realm for far too long. In the future, my myriad ancient races may emerge into the world—should you not cede some territories to us?"

Hearing this, the expressions of the various human powerhouses changed drastically. As expected, the myriad ancient races harbored sinister ambitions! To kick people when they were down at a time like this, did they not fear being reckoned with by the human race in the future?

Of course the myriad ancient races had considered this point. Although the human race had developed far too rapidly—with never before seen in antiquity any race producing so many Emperors of Ancient Times, surpassing even any single clan among the myriad ancient races in brilliance—

Precisely because of this, the myriad ancient races felt all the more apprehension. Now that they finally had an opportunity to overturn the rule of the human race and retake mastery over this land, they naturally had to take action!

For this covert plot, they had specially mobilized such a vast number of powerhouses.

In their plan, even if the powerhouse who repelled the Red Demon Heavenly Lord were to appear, they could still exert sufficient pressure on the human race by virtue of their numerical advantage.

Should that powerhouse fail to appear, the Mandate of Heaven for the human race had reached its end!

"What do you fellow daoists mean by this? Could it be that the myriad ancient races are about to re-emerge into the world?" The Western Queen Mother wielded the Western Emperor Tower, her saintly aura fusing seamlessly with it as one. This was the Yaochi Holy Land; even though she was only at the peak of the Saint realm, the means she could deploy were sufficient to suppress a Great Saint!

Had this been ten thousand years later, such a feat would certainly have been impossible.

The greater the realm of cultivation, the greater the effect produced by the means left behind by a Great Emperor!

Great Saint Wuhun also knew that this place was the home turf of the Yaochi Holy Land. While other human powerhouses might be met tit-for-tat, facing this person... naturally one could not treat them like the others.

Factions whose ancestors had produced Great Emperors possessed an extremely profound heritage, and no one could guarantee when a supreme imperial might of the Great Emperor level might suddenly erupt.

"Naturally we will emerge, though not right now! But in the future! Bearing the bloodline of ancient emperors, we naturally must plan for their future," said a powerhouse of the myriad ancient races at the Great Saint level.

"I wonder which regions the myriad ancient races desire?" asked an ancestor of the Jiang family.

The myriad ancient races had been dormant until now, and their concrete strength was unfathomable. It was difficult to say precisely how many powerhouses they had sealed away. If this could be resolved peacefully by taking a step back, it was not entirely out of the question for the human race.

Vast though the human race was, facing boundless and limitless territories, they were ultimately just a drop in the ocean.

Ceding some territories was of no great consequence to the human race.