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    Translator: Silavin

     

    The Human Race was born in the Prehistoric Era.

     

    When the Human Race was born, it caused a huge commotion.

     

    This was a Race that from birth possessed the pinnacle evolutionary form of all living beings!

     

    However, contrary to all Races’ expectations, the Human Race turned out to be extraordinarily weak. They were truly weak beyond imagination.

     

    The Human Race possessed no powerful Physique. Nor did they have the powerful inherited talents of the other Races.

     

    Precisely because of this, Qin Yichen finally understood why the Myriad Races regarded the Human Race as great nourishment.

     

    Even a member of the Human Race without any cultivation was an enormous temptation to those Races that could only evolve into Human Form through arduous cultivation.

     

    More Races simply raised the Human Race in captivity, nurturing them, even sparing no expense feeding them spirit medicines to assist their growth, making them more delectables, and greatly enhancing the nourishment they provided.

     

    In such an environment, for the Human Race to have a place to settle on in peace, just how precious was that?!

     

    What price must Ancestor Hongjun, who originally led the Human Race to this territory, have paid?!

     

    “Little one, you are the first to reach the summit of the Heaven Stairway. Do you understand how heavy the burden on your shoulders is?” Looking at the somewhat shocked Qin Yichen, the old man said with a smile.

     

    Qin Yichen nodded solemnly.

     

    With great ability comes great responsibility! Possessing the True Dragon Martial Soul, from the instant he revealed it, he felt that sense of responsibility carrying the expectations of countless people.

     

    Even if not for the Human Race, he had to work hard for himself.

     

    If he did not become strong, many of those Foreign Races would surely trample on him as the possessor of a True Dragon Martial Soul beneath their feet, to demonstrate their own strength!

     

    “Are you afraid?” The old man paused and asked.

     

    [Afraid?]

     

    Bearing the hopes of the Human Race meant facing the great Races with histories spanning millions of years!

     

    With Qin Yichen’s current strength, forget shouldering the burden, any random Saint from even a Minor Race could easily crush him to powder.

     

    Moreover, carrying the Human Race’s expectations would inevitably attract the attention of the great Races. Once word spread, he probably wouldn’t have peaceful days for the rest of his life.

     

    Unless he possessed the means to make all Races wary of him!

     

    “As a member of the Human Race, one must have this preparation. Humans are the spirits of all things, what is there to fear!” However, contrary to the old man’s expectations, Qin Yichen showed not the slightest hesitation. Not even a trace of fear appeared on his face as he declared loudly.

     

    In those days, Ancestor Hongjun in such perilous circumstances carved out a territory for the Human Race to settle on in peace, fearlessly facing those top Races without dread.

     

    What did he have to fear!?

     

    His current circumstances were incomparably better than Ancestor Hongjun’s had been. At least he still had a place to settle!

     

    Moreover, in the future, he would definitely go find Feng Qianxue. At that time, he would still face Nine Heavens Flaming Sea, one of the continent’s top Forces!

     

    When he agreed to Feng Wentian back then, he had anticipated this. Though his heart held some wariness, it was far from sufficient reason for him to fear!

     

    “Haha, good! Good! Good!”

     

    As soon as Qin Yichen’s words fell, the old man laughed heartily, praising with three ‘goods’. On his face was an unconcealed gratified smile.

     

    Clearly, he was very satisfied with Qin Yichen’s performance.

     

    [How rare to find a youth with such spirit!]

     

    “Little one, I haven’t misjudged you!” After a long while, the old man finally stopped laughing. With a trace of a smile, he nodded at Qin Yichen.

     

    “Your cultivation level is currently far too low. Like this, forget the Foreign Races, I’m afraid even within the Human Race, you’ll struggle to maintain your position. Let me lend you a hand.”

     

    Hearing these words, Qin Yichen’s heart stirred. Due to his Cultivation Technique, he was extremely strong even at his current cultivation realm. However, advancements were extremely slow. Combined with his relatively short cultivation time, he remained at the Late Stage Martial Emperor Realm.

     

    This level of strength, though capable of contending with ordinary Martial Ancestors, was somewhat embarrassing compared to those Sacred Master Candidate geniuses around him.

     

    If he did not use his Martial Soul, he probably could not withstand even a single move from those top Sacred Master Candidates!

     

    After all, the gap between a Martial Ancestor and a Martial Emperor was simply too vast.

     

    If his cultivation level could advance further, even when facing against Chen Feng, he doubted he would need to break a sweat.

     

    Immediately, the old man pointed toward Qin Yichen through the air. A magnificent beam of light suddenly shot forth, directly enveloping Qin Yichen within.

     

    The moment this beam of light descended, the scene before Qin Yichen’s eyes vanished, his consciousness returning to his body.

     

    Before he could even process his sensations, he suddenly felt pure Yuan Energy refined to the extreme flooding into his body like a tide.

     

    This Yuan Energy was so pure it contained not a trace of impurity. It didn’t even require Qin Yichen’s refinement. Carrying a tingling sensation, it permeated bit by bit, traversing his muscles, bones, and even his own Bloodline.

     

    The Supreme Tyrant Body technique within Qin Yichen’s body activated automatically at this moment. His body, as if transformed into a ravenous wolf, frantically devoured that supremely pure Yuan Energy.

     

    His body, originally somewhat depleted from excessively activating the True Dragon Martial Soul, rapidly recovered. Simultaneously, the Dragon Manifestation within the Heaven Earth Spirit Pearl in his Dantian also opened its small mouth, completely devouring all this Yuan Energy.

     

    Circles of Yuan Energy ripples spread from Qin Yichen’s Dantian, magnificent Yuan Energy surging through his limbs and bones.

     

    Under this influx of pure Yuan Energy, Qin Yichen could clearly feel his cultivation level rapidly soaring.

     

    Late Stage Martial Emperor Realm… Peak Stage Martial Emperor Realm…

     

    Before long, his cultivation realm broke through its shackles under Qin Yichen’s astonished gaze, reaching the Martial Ancestor Realm!

     

    Moreover, even after reaching the Martial Ancestor Realm, this momentum showed no signs of slowing, directly charging toward the Mid Stage Martial Ancestor Realm!

     

    “Enough!” Detecting this uncontrollably surging cultivation, Qin Yichen immediately shouted mentally, no longer absorbing that supremely pure Yuan Energy.

     

    As his words fell, that magnificent beam of light gradually faded.

     

    At this moment, Qin Yichen felt none of the joy from his cultivation’s meteoric rise. Instead, he fully activated the Supreme Tyrant Body, forcibly suppressing his Mid Stage Martial Ancestor Realm back to the Early Stage Martial Ancestor Realm!

     

    Only when his cultivation level stabilized at the Early Stage Martial Ancestor Realm did he breathe a sigh of relief.

     

    Witnessing Qin Yichen’s actions, a trace of surprise seemed to flash through the eyes of the old man within Qin Yichen’s divine consciousness.

     

    Being able to suppress the inflated sensation from surging cultivation and forcibly suppress one’s cultivation level was not something just anyone could accomplish.

     

    “Interesting…” The old man murmured softly, his figure gradually becoming illusory before finally disappearing without a trace.

     

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