Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Suirenshi stood atop the Heavenly Stele, gazing at the sea of ​​people below, at their faces, some young and some old.

Billions upon billions of people knelt on the ground, gazing up at this place.

In those gazes, there was reverence, fervor, and anticipation.

But more than anything, there was bewilderment.

After a hundred years of cultivation, some attain the Dao of the Mysterious Immortal, while others remain trapped in the state of True Immortal.

Some people make rapid progress, while others remain stagnant.

This is what qualifications are.

This is what it means to be on the right foot.

That's fate.

Suiren slowly closed his eyes.

He remembered a long time ago.

At that time, the human race was newly born, eating raw meat and drinking blood, no different from beasts.

He, along with Youchao and Ziyi, led several hundred people of their clan to struggle for survival in the wilderness.

At that time, they did not understand cultivation, techniques, or spiritual realms.

All they know is how to live.

To be alive is everything.

Later, Master arrived.

He taught martial arts, erected a monument in the sky, and accepted them as his disciples.

Humanity has come to be what it is today.

But how is the human race of today different from the human race of the past?

With higher cultivation level, stronger realm, and longer lifespan.

But what about those who are unable to cultivate themselves?

What about those with mediocre talent?

What should they do?

Suirenshi opened his eyes.

A flash of understanding appeared deep within those aged yet resolute eyes.

He turned and looked at Xuandu.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robes slightly fluttering, his gaze calm as he looked at him.

There was no sorrow or joy, no anger or power in that gaze.

It was just calm.

But beneath that calm, there seemed to be endless wisdom.

Suirenshi took a deep breath and slowly spoke:

"What does Master mean...?"

"The three of us should not only focus on our own cultivation."

"Shouldn't we do more for humanity?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's lips slowly curled into a smile.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Youchao frowned slightly:

"But Master, we are already quasi-saints. If we do not continue our cultivation, how can we attain sainthood?"

"How can we protect humanity?"

Xuan Du looked at him, his voice calm:

"To attain sainthood, one needs opportunity, merit, and the right timing."

"It cannot be achieved through seclusion and ascetic practice."

"You are already quasi-saints, that's enough."

"As for sages..."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"When humanity awakens, a rank and position will naturally be bestowed upon them."

"What's the rush?"

Upon hearing this, Youchao was terrified.

He looked at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes, and suddenly understood something.

Humanity is awakening.

The attainment of sainthood.

lower.

That attainment is not something that can be achieved through cultivation.

It was something we waited for.

It was earned through good deeds.

It was earned through the well-being of all living beings.

If he only cares about his own seclusion and cultivation, ignoring the hundreds of millions of people below...

On the day when humanity awakens, on what basis will the fruit of enlightenment be bestowed upon him?

Because of his high cultivation level?

Because he has been in seclusion for a long time?

How could he... hide atop the Heavenly Stele, ignoring everything?

No.

That position will only be bestowed upon those who truly serve the human race.

Youchao slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, a firm resolve was evident deep within those resolute eyes.

"Disciple understands."

He bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Ziyi stood to one side, looking at Xuandu, Suiren, and Youchao.

She did not speak.

But deep within her gentle eyes, an unprecedented light was shining.

She recalled those days.

She used to skin animals to make clothes, teaching humans how to cover their shame and keep warm.

At that time, she just wanted to do something to make humankind live a more dignified life.

I never thought about merit, never thought about reward, and never thought about becoming a saint.

But now, her master tells her that these things are more important than cultivation.

These things are the foundation of enlightenment.

She smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

"Rest assured, Master."

She spoke softly:

"This disciple knows what to do."

Xuandu gazed at the three of them, at the light of enlightenment that had finally ignited in their eyes.

He nodded slightly.

"it is good."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Now that you understand, then go."

"Go and do things for the human race."

"Go do things that are more important than spiritual practice."

The three members of the Suiren clan exchanged a glance and bowed in unison:

"Your disciple obeys!"

The three turned around and looked at the billions of human beings beneath the Heavenly Stele.

Suirenshi spoke slowly, his voice aged yet clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Human warriors, heed my command!"

Below, billions of humans looked up at the top of the Heavenly Stele.

Suirenshi said:

"From this day forward, those who lack the aptitude for cultivation need not be forced to."

"They can return to their tribe, engage in farming and sericulture, build houses, weave cloth, and raise their children."

"Anyone who achieves something may come here and have their name engraved beneath the Heavenly Stele to commemorate their merits!"

"Humanity, remember your deeds!"

After the sound faded, a deathly silence fell below.

Then, it exploded with a bang!

Countless people knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly!

The sound of the kowtow was like muffled thunder, shaking the East China Sea!

Those with mediocre talent and no hope of cultivation had tears in their eyes at this moment.

They no longer had to endure arduous cultivation, no longer had to watch the backs of those prodigies, and could finally... do what they could do.

Farming and sericulture.

To build a house.

Weaving cloth.

Raising children.

They do these things too.

They can do these things well too.

The Three Ancestors said that the human race would remember these things.

Their names and achievements will be inscribed beneath the Heavenly Stele.

What an honor!

"Thank you, Third Patriarch!"

"Thank you, Master!"

The sound was like a surging tide, lasting for a long time.

At the summit of the Heavenly Stele.

Xuandu gazed at the bustling crowd below, at the countless tear-streaked faces.

His gaze was calm as still water.

Yet, deep within that tranquility, a faint trace of satisfaction flickered.

This is what he wanted.

It allows humanity to stop focusing solely on cultivation, realms, and the elusive pursuit of immortality.

Let them return to their true selves, to their lives, and to the most basic and authentic way of humanity.

Farming, hunting, building houses, weaving, having children, and propagating the tribe.

These are the foundations of humanity.

These are the foundations of humanity.

When you do these things a lot, for a long time, and do them well.

Humanity will naturally awaken.

He turned around and looked at the three Suirenshi.

The three of them stood beside him, gazing at the crowd below, their eyes filled with emotion.

Suirenshi whispered:

"Master, I have been thinking a lot."

"Humanity cannot become strong by relying solely on cultivators."

"Those mortals are the foundation of humanity."

"They have children and reproduce, so that the human race can grow larger and larger."

"They farm, weave cloth, build houses and roads, so that the human race can live better and better."

"These are things that cultivators cannot do."

"It shouldn't be something a cultivator should do."

Xuan Du nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"It's good that you've figured this out."

He paused, gazing at the vast, ancient land in the distance:

"Go."

"Take them with you and do these things."

"Integrate the entire human tribe."

"Teach them to farm, teach them to build houses, teach them to weave cloth, teach them everything that can make humankind live better."

"To make the human race truly powerful."

The three members of the Suiren clan nodded emphatically:

"Your disciple obeys!"

The three turned around and took a step forward.

Three streaks of light instantly descended into the crowd below.

A moment later.

The crowd surged and began to disperse.

Countless people followed behind the Three Ancestors, marching in a mighty procession towards the depths of the primordial land.

They want to go back.

They returned to their respective tribes.

Returning to that long-lost home.

Go do things that are more important than spiritual practice.

At the summit of the Heavenly Stele.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, watching the crowd gradually recede into the distance, watching the figure disappear into the horizon.

His gaze was calm as still water.

a long time.

He spoke slowly, his voice barely audible:

"Humans..."

"Live well."

"That is the best way."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

A gentle sea breeze blows, and the waves continue to surge.

The Heavenly Stele still stands majestically, its true essence of martial arts flowing endlessly.

But beneath that monument, there are no longer the kneeling figures of billions of humans.

All that remained was emptiness and silence.

Xuandu stood atop the monument, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his black hair flowing over his shoulders.

He watched the departing crowds and the gradually dissipating dust.

Suddenly he laughed.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an unprecedented sense of ease.

A multi-million dollar gathering is ordained by fate.

The sages have planned that a great calamity will descend.

But so what?

As long as humanity exists.

As long as humanity survives.

As long as the human race continues to reproduce and pass on its heritage from generation to generation.

Humanity will eventually awaken.

At that time, the three principles of heaven, earth, and humanity will be in balance.

The era of absolute supremacy of Heaven's Way is gone forever.

As for Xuan Du, he only needed to watch.

Watching humanity gradually approach that day.

"Next, it's time to understand the cause and effect."

Xuandu looked towards Kunlun Mountain and murmured softly.