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Chapter 627 Among the human race, who can become a saint?
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
They understood what Niu Ben meant.
He gave them a chance.
How the human race will take over is a choice they must make themselves.
Niu Ben looked up at the heavens again.
"Don't rush to refine it."
"The holy position is not just about power."
"It's more like a shackle."
The Emperor's expression was solemn.
"Your disciple will remember this."
Niu Ben didn't say anything more.
next moment.
His figure began to fade.
The emperor consciously stepped forward.
"Master?"
Niu Ben said calmly, "I have other things to do."
"The path of humanity cannot always be led by me."
The words fell.
He completely disappeared from his ancestral homeland.
Only that wisp of primordial purple energy remained, quietly suspended in the palm of the Emperor's hand.
The powerful human warriors looked at the purple aura.
No one spoke for a long time.
Finally, an elderly human sage said in a trembling voice, "Is our human race... finally about to produce a saint?"
These words were spoken.
In the ancestral land, all eyes lit up at the same time.
But then...
A more pressing issue weighed on everyone's mind.
Who will become a saint?
In an instant.
The gazes of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Three Ancestors and Sages, and all the high-ranking members of the human race were fixed on that purple aura.
The atmosphere subtly changed.
The primordial purple aura hangs in the palm of the Emperor's hand.
The purple light was not dazzling.
Yet it seemed to reflect the heart of everyone.
Holy throne.
These two words are too heavy.
It is heavy enough to bend the spines of countless powerful beings.
It is so heavy that it can cause even the most steadfast Dao heart to waver for a moment.
No one spoke in the ancestral land.
But every powerful human being knows this.
The real test began the moment Niu Ben left.
The purple aura has been brought back.
Humans have indeed become capable of achieving sainthood.
But to whom should this possibility fall?
Suirenshi gazed at the primordial purple aura, the flame in his palm flickering uncertainly.
He lit the first flame for humankind.
In terms of achievements, he is second to none.
Without fire, humanity continues to struggle in darkness and fear.
Without fire, how could humanity have escaped the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood?
But he didn't say anything.
Youchao's gaze was calm and composed.
He sheltered humanity, giving them a place to live from the wind, rain, and wild beasts.
In terms of protecting the clan, he is equally deserving of the title.
But he didn't say anything.
Ziyi gently touched his sleeve.
She taught humans how to cover themselves and keep warm, and instilled in them a sense of propriety, shame, and civilization.
Her merits have long been imprinted in the destiny of the human race.
But she remained silent.
The Three Patriarchs remained unmoved.
The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors naturally did not speak first.
The Eight Trigrams flowed in Fuxi's eyes.
He was performing a simulation.
The more he deduced, the more his brow furrowed.
Because this Primordial Purple Qi has too great an impact.
This not only involves the human race internally.
It also involves the primordial saints, the general trend of the Heavenly Dao, and the future of humanity.
If the wrong choice is made, the human race may not only fail to advance further, but may also suffer the backlash of the holy position.
A complex look appeared in Shennong's eyes.
He tasted hundreds of herbs to relieve the suffering of humankind.
If he were to become a saint, he was confident that he could use the power of a saint to protect the human race and prevent them from suffering from plagues and calamities.
But that was his wish.
This is not the only answer for humans.
Xuanyuan pressed down on the Emperor's Sword.
The sword rang out in a low, deep voice.
He was the emperor of conquest.
If he becomes a saint, the human race's prowess will surely flourish.
In the primordial world, no force dared to easily bully the human race.
But is what the human race really needs a sage of slaughter?
Of the Five Emperors, Yu had the most direct vision.
He gazed at the primordial purple aura and said in a deep voice, "Everyone."
"We cannot remain silent about this matter."
"Fellow Daoist brought the purple aura back to the human race, which is a tremendous opportunity for the human race."
"But if opportunities are not predetermined, they can become the source of trouble."
Upon hearing this, many powerful human warriors showed slight changes in their expressions.
Not bad.
The reason why the human race can sit here and discuss things calmly is because Niu Ben has just left, and the lingering influence of the Dao Ancestor's decree has not yet dissipated.
But what happens in the long run?
People's hearts can change.
There can also be disagreements among ethnic groups.
A wisp of primordial purple energy is enough to make even the saints think, let alone the human race.
Yu's words were very straightforward.
But that is also the truth.
Zhuanxu slowly said, "Then let's discuss it."
Emperor Ku nodded.
"Discussion is possible."
"But there is one condition."
"Regardless of who ultimately obtains the purple aura, no one shall harm the harmony of the human race within the ancestral land today."
Yao sighed softly.
"To say that one is unmoved when faced with the throne would be a lie."
Shun looked at the crowd, his expression gentle yet firm.
"Since it's a lie, there's no need to say it."
Everyone wants to become a saint.
"There's nothing shameful about it."
Upon hearing this, the oppressive atmosphere in the ancestral land eased somewhat.
Some things are most hurtful when left unsaid.
Speaking it out makes it easier to face things honestly.
A great sage of the human race smiled bitterly.
"Emperor Shun's words have truly cleared up our thoughts."
Another elder shook his head and said, "Who doesn't want to become a saint?"
"If I can become a saint, I can protect my lineage, my city, and the billions of lives of my human race."
"Who dares to say they don't feel such temptation?"
The heavens still held up the purple aura.
He stood there, without saying a word.
He's the one who should speak.
But ironically, they are the ones who should not speak first.
Because the purple aura was given to him personally by Niu Ben.
If he had directly stated that he would take on the task, others might not have objected.
But that would inevitably leave a thorn in the hearts of the human race.
The Emperor of Heaven is the First Human Emperor.
He knew all too well what luck was.
Luck cannot be forced.
When people's hearts are not convinced, the fortunes of the nation will be cracked.
Even if the crack is small, it may be exploited by foreign enemies in the future.
Therefore, he had to wait.
Wait for the human race to provide the answer themselves.
Suirenshi glanced at Huangtian, a look of approval flashing in his eyes.
Then he spoke up, saying, "Since we're going to discuss this, let's start with us."
Everyone's expression turned solemn.
The Third Patriarch's words carried immense weight.
Suirenshi looked at the purple aura, his voice steady.
"In terms of seniority, all three of my ancestors are worthy of the title."
"In terms of merit, my three ancestors were no less virtuous."
"But let me state my opinion first."
"I will not take this purple aura."
The ancestral land trembled slightly.
Suirenshi continued, "My way lies in the firewood."
"The key to passing on the torch lies in its continuity."
"If I were to enter the Heavenly Dao Sainthood with the Primordial Purple Qi, I might not be able to walk the true path of the human race."
"Moreover, as one of the three ancestors, it is more appropriate for me to safeguard the foundation of the human race."
Youchao followed closely behind.
"I won't take it either."
"The essence of a dwelling lies in its shelter."
"Humanity needs sages, but it also needs a foundation."
"If the three patriarchs all go to vie for the throne, who will govern the ancestral land?"
Ziyi said softly, "I will not take it either."
She looked at the purple aura with gentle eyes, but without any covetousness.
"Civilized attire is not something attained by just one person."
"I am willing to stay in human civilization and watch those who come after me go further."
The three patriarchs successively expressed their views.
Many powerful human beings in the ancestral land were shaken.
They looked at the three patriarchs with even deeper respect in their eyes.
These are the three patriarchs.
They certainly have the right to argue.
Many humans would even support them if they spoke up.
But they didn't.
Because they are not thinking about themselves.
Rather, it refers to the entire human race.
Among the Three Sovereigns, Fuxi slowly raised his head.
"I won't take it either."
Everyone looked at him.
Fuxi said calmly, "I have a past karmic connection with the demon race."
"Although I am already the Human Emperor, it would be too complicated to become a saint using the Primordial Purple Qi."
"The first saint of the human race should not have too many external controversies."
That's very direct.
Some even reopened old wounds.
Fuxi was once the Xihuang of the demon race.
He was later reincarnated as a human and became the Emperor.
He made great contributions to the human race.
No one will dismiss him because of this.