Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 118 The Demon Saint is here!

In the ancient times, time passed by without counting years. In the blink of an eye, another three thousand years had passed.

On this day, Suiren was practicing in his Suiren domain. Suddenly, a mysterious light flashed in the void, and a middle-aged cultivator appeared in the void.

It was Ying Zhao, one of the Ten Demon Saints and one of the five surviving Demon Saints of the demon clan. He was the one who looked after the Ten Golden Crows outside Tanggu.

Ying Zhao looked at the huge human tribe below and the aura rising from it, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself:
As expected, he is the protagonist of the new world. Such a vibrant atmosphere is truly enviable.

The current human tribes are just average in strength and cannot be considered very strong. One Daluo, dozens of Taiyi, and hundreds of Golden Immortals are nothing when compared to the peak of the demon tribe.

Even in front of the current demon clan, it is not good enough, but the atmosphere of the two clans is completely different, one is declining and old, the other is full of vitality, thriving and has a bright future!
You can tell the difference at a glance.

"Ji Meng and his people are too old-fashioned. They are still immersed in the glory of the demon race in the past and look down on the human race today."

"Times have changed. The wizards and liches have become a thing of the past. Today's wizards and liches are just like the dragons, phoenixes and unicorns of the past. They are just barely surviving. If you want to dominate the prehistoric world, forget it!"

"In the current prehistoric world, the human race is the protagonist of the universe. Only by helping the human race develop can there be a future."

“Think of Ji Meng, he was once a great general of the Dragon Clan. If he had not been appreciated by the Demon Emperor and joined the Demon Clan, how could there be the majestic Demon Saint Ji Meng in the prehistoric world?”

"Without the luck of the demon race to break the shackles of the dragon race's karma, how could Ji Meng break through to the level of Quasi-Saint? We don't even know where in the sea he is hiding, lingering on."

"We played against the right team in the past, but now we are pedantic."

Ying Zhao shook his head and walked into the human tribe below. In front of the tribe, two True Immortals saw Ying Zhao coming. One of them smiled and raised his hand and said, "Brother, where are you from? What are you doing in the Suiren tribe?"

As the overall strength of the human race increased, the cultivation level of the humans guarding the major tribes also rose accordingly, from the original Golden Core Realm to the True Immortal Realm.

"I am an immortal from the North Sea, and I am here to visit the elders of the human race!" Ying Zhao laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zhao's aura suddenly changed. Although there was no terrifying pressure that would make all living beings in heaven and earth tremble, there was still an indescribable mysterious aura rising up, which made everyone feel respect involuntarily.

The moment Ying Zhao released his aura, a strong aura rose in the tribe. A golden light flashed, and Suiren appeared in front of the gate and said loudly:

"It turns out to be a senior cultivator from Beihai, disrespectful!"

Ying Zhao glanced around and his eyes moved slightly. He was at the peak of Daluo. With this level of cultivation, he was not considered a weakling among the monsters in the past. The human race had begun to show its might.

"Ying Zhao, nice to meet you, Taoist Fellow Suiren!"

Suiren's eyes suddenly shrank, the Demon Saint's heroic move! ?
It turned out to be this person.

Suiren's eyes turned, he suppressed his surprise, raised his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist Yingzhao, please come in!"

"Please!" Ying Zhao smiled and raised his hand to salute.

The two flew into the Suiren tribe one after the other and came to the main hall in the center of the tribe.

The two of them sat down as host and guest, and then a waiter brought the spiritual fruits. "The human race has a shallow foundation, so I hope you don't despise these spiritual fruits."

Ying Zhao then picked up a fruit, took a bite and said, "The innate spiritual energy between heaven and earth has dissipated and turned into acquired spiritual energy. All kinds of rare treasures in the prehistoric world, the spiritual roots of heaven and earth have degenerated and dissipated. This spiritual fruit is already good!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Daoist Brother Yingzhao. I wonder what brings you to our human race?" The two exchanged pleasantries, and after a while, Suiren spoke first.

"It's not a big deal. The human race was created by Nuwa, and Emperor Nuwa is now the only emperor of my demon race. Our two races have such a deep connection, so we should visit each other."

"There may have been some misunderstandings in the past, but they are few and far between, and what's past is past."

After hearing Ying Zhao's words, Suiren immediately felt relieved. He was glad that he was not here to cause trouble.

The human race today still has no quasi-saint in charge, and the only one who can deal with the quasi-saint is the Qiankuntu in Haofeng's hand. If Ying Zhao goes on a killing spree here, it will be troublesome.

Fortunately, this Ying Zhao was meant to be a gesture of goodwill.

"Fellow Daoist Yingzhao is right. The Holy Mother created humans out of clay and established the human race with her great magical powers. Her merits and virtues are immeasurable. The two races have such a deep connection, so it is only natural that they visit each other often."

Ying Zhao nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, a golden scroll appeared in Ying Zhao's hand.

"I recently checked the clan's warehouse and found a scroll that belonged to the human race. I came here to return it."

As he spoke, Ying Zhao threw the golden scroll in his hand, and the scroll appeared in front of Sui Ren. Sui Ren took it and saw that it was written on it: "I am Zhunti. I feel for the hardships of the human race, so I created a method with eight hundred side doors to help the human race sacrifice and refine the Holy Sword of Humanity to protect the peace of the human race!"

Suiren’s eyes widened instantly, Zhunti?
Zhunti is one of the Six Saints of Heaven. Is this the wonderful method passed down by Zhunti?
For a moment, Suiren's expression changed when he looked at Yingzhao, and he immediately stood up and said: "Thank you for returning this method, fellow Taoist. I will remember your kindness in my heart!"

Ying Zhao also showed a smile on his face. The purpose of his method of returning the people from a long distance was to establish good relations with the human race.

"You are too polite, Taoist Suiren. This originally belonged to the human race. I am just returning it."

"Alas, Daoist friend, what you said is wrong. If it weren't for you, I don't know when this method would have reached the hands of the human race."

Suiren said sincerely that this is the method of a sage, it is so rare.

At this time, Suiren did not yet know the cause and effect between the two Western saints and the human race.

Ying Zhao smiled and did not refute.

Suiren flipped his hand, and two porcelain bottles appeared in the void. Suiren waved his hand, and the porcelain bottles fell into Yingzhao's hand. "Fellow Daoist Yingzhao, this is the water from the two springs of life and death that are unique to our human race. A drop of the water from the spring of life can revive the dead, turn bones into flesh, and gather the souls of the dead; a drop of the water from the spring of death can destroy the immortal body, eliminate the magic power, and destroy the immortal soul. It is colorless and tasteless. If you drink the water from the spring, you will die if you are below the Golden Immortal. If you are above the Golden Immortal, drinking the water from the spring will also cause great damage to your vitality. The more water you drink, the stronger the power!"

"It can even endanger a Quasi-Saint!"

Ying Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard that. His spiritual sense swept across the two jade bottles in his hands. Looking at the hundreds of drops of liquid in each of them, a smile appeared on the corner of Ying Zhao's mouth. They were truly great treasures.

I didn’t expect that the newly born human race would have such a treasure!
(End of this chapter)