I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 179 The Martial Ancestor Returns

Ye Yang realized that the Hongjun before him was not the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, but the Chaos Demon God Hongjun. If it were the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, he would definitely compromise as long as the overall situation remained unchanged. However, the Chaos Demon God Hongjun would not care about such things.

As long as he could increase his strength, what did it matter if he broke through the primordial chaos? But Ye Yang really didn't understand. Wasn't Hongjun regained control of the Heavenly Dao last time? What happened?

Suddenly, things became simple and mysterious, and Hongjun said:

"Humanity has been transported into the primordial world, destined to become the protagonist of the primordial world, destined to be governed by the Heavenly Dao. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are the legitimate successors of human development. If you cooperate well, the position of Human Sovereign will surely be yours. If you do not cooperate, I will forcefully suppress you. After the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, I can kill you directly. Do you think I can do that?"

Alright, this time Hongjun's not playing games with you anymore. He's laying his cards on the table, using absolute power to forcibly change the rules. Before Ye Yang could say anything, Hongjun spoke again:

"Ancestor of Humanity, if you don't believe me, you can try. You should face reality. I have you under my control. Your human race has no saints. So who can stop all the saints of the heavens?"

Hearing this, Ye Yang gritted his teeth in anger:

"Hongjun, you damned bastard, very well, I'll remember this, but you won't get away with this."

"Oh? Is that so?"

In an instant, a smooth surface appeared, and the Ancestor of Humanity was sealed. All the saints of the heavens instantly understood, and the Supreme Saint roared loudly:

"Fuxi, what are you waiting for if you're not going to enter the cycle of reincarnation?"

"Fuxi, how dare you—"

Ye Yang was furious, but there was nothing he could do. Seeing this scene, all the saints of the heavens finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ancestor of Humanity, now that there are no saints left in the human race, Fuxi's entry into reincarnation is a foregone conclusion. You are doomed."

"That's right. Without saints, who can stop us? The ancient human race will surely become our playthings."

Watching Fuxi head straight for reincarnation, the saints were overjoyed, especially Nuwa, who felt a great weight lifted from her heart. She had made the right bet. So what if she had to give up the demon race? The human race's fortune soared to the heavens; they had struck gold. The Taiqing Saint's old face shone with a golden light as he smiled.

All the saints in the heavens had worked hard and calculated, and finally their efforts paid off. Just as Fuxi was about to enter the cycle of reincarnation, a roar suddenly resounded throughout the nine heavens and ten earths.

"Who says the human race has no saints?!"

A roar pierced through the heavens and the earth, shocking all the saints and the underworld. Who else in the human race could there be besides Ye Yang?

Hongjun frowned and realized something was wrong; that roar just now was indeed from a Saint.

"Who is it?"

He roared, but no one around answered.

In the primordial wilderness, in the far north, there is an ice sculpture encased in wind and snow. Within the ice sculpture is an old man, hunched over, devoid of any life, silently frozen here for many years.

However, at that very moment, a vast and powerful pressure suddenly erupted.

"Click—".

The ice sculpture suddenly cracked open, and a series of thumping sounds were heard. The corpse, which had turned into a hunched figure, suddenly emitted bursts of Daoist energy.

My heartbeat started to return, my blood began to flow, and my cold body instantly came back to life.

"Who says the human race has no saints?!"

A ripple shot out, heading straight for the Netherworld and the Thirty-Three Heavens Palace, terrifying all living beings in the primordial world.

"Does this human race still have saints?"

"Besides the ancestor of mankind, who else is there?"

Splash!

In the far north, the hunched ice sculpture completely exploded, and amidst the falling snow, Wu Su awoke, slowly raising his head to look towards the sea of ​​blood. Instantly, an aura erupted from him.

"Who says the human race has no saints?!"

Rumble.

In an instant, snowflakes were flung away from his body, and the force of the roar swept away thirty percent of the endless snow and ice.

Wu Xing awoke, and with one step, he had already traveled billions of miles, heading straight for the sea of ​​blood.

Rumble.

It was as if this kick pierced through the void, or as if this kick crossed space and time.

Wu strolled over, but with each step he took, his blood and qi became stronger, and with each step he took, his aura grew stronger.

Old man—.

A terrifying martial will erupted at this moment, sweeping in all directions in an instant, heading straight for all the saints of the heavens.

"Who says the human race has no saints?!"

Wu came alone, but he was not afraid of all the saints and gods in the heavens.

"Who is this?"

"What a terrifying aura, what a strong will."

"Who is this person who didn't even flinch when compared to the Ancestor of Humanity?"

All the saints in the heavens were greatly alarmed. When did the human race produce a second saint?

"No, he is not a saint. He attained sainthood through magical power, just like the Ancestor of Humanity."

"What?"

The saints were horrified, none of them able to believe their own abilities. When did it become so easy to attain sainthood through magical power? How were we saints supposed to live now?

"Damn it, why did he reach the Saint level in terms of magical power? Wasn't one Ancestor enough? Now he has to come up with a second one."

The saints were shocked, and the great powers of the primordial world were also shocked.

"Having attained sainthood through magical power? Although you don't have a saintly position, you're still considered a saint."

"Isn't it said that the key to becoming a saint lies in the primordial energy? Is it possible to become a saint without the primordial energy?"

"Could it be that Heaven is deceiving us?"

For a moment, even the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace began to have doubts. Hongjun once said that one could not become a saint without the primordial energy, so why did the Ancestor of Humanity become a saint? If it was a coincidence, then what about now? It is the human race's magic power that has entered sainthood again.

Even a saint who has attained enlightenment is still a saint.

"Although I don't have a saintly position, I'm still at the saintly level. I'm no longer an ant."

All the powerful beings looked towards the direction of Zixiao Palace. If they weren't so weak, they probably would have already fought their way into Chaos.

From the far north of the primordial wilderness, Wu swiftly broke through the void, his aged appearance becoming a little younger with each step he took.

The once withered and hunched body began to slowly regain its elasticity, becoming round and full of vitality, and the hunched back straightened with each step forward.

The aura grew increasingly terrifying, and the closer one got to the celestial saints, the stronger this oppressive force became.

bang

bang

Each step they took landed on the void, yet resonated in the hearts of all the saints.

"Who says humanity has no saints?"

Wu arrived, standing proudly in the void, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, his strong upper body exposed, crisscrossed with countless scars, enough to show how many battles he had fought.

Even when facing all the saints of the heavens, even when facing Hongjun, Wu stood tall and fearless.

"Who are you?"

Nuwa stepped forward, furious. Why was it so difficult to reincarnate? All the saints in the heavens also looked over, their gazes all falling on Wu.

All that could be heard was Wu shouting:

"I am a warrior of the human race, who says that the human race has no saints—."

Rumble.

Click—.

A terrifying martial will erupted with furious eyes, shattering the holy might of all the saints in an instant.

"puff--."

Nuwa was caught off guard and was so shocked by this terrifying will that she spat out her holy blood and staggered far away.

"Hiss—, such a strong martial will, how... how is this possible?"

The Sage of Taiqing also stepped forward and asked:

"Although the Ancestor of Humanity's magical power reached the Saintly level, he did not attain the Saintly rank, and his humanity had not yet awakened. Under such circumstances, how could he still achieve enlightenment through martial arts? Why?"

Taiqing couldn't believe what he was seeing. If humanity were to awaken, then martial arts could directly create saints. But he couldn't understand this at all.

(End of this chapter)