In the prehistoric times, vicious plots were frequent, the ancestor witch advised me to calm down

Guchuan's sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the temple, inspiring the martial arts masters in front of him.

"The only chance for humanity to survive lies in saving itself!"

These words were as shocking as thunder and as loud as the sound of a chaotic bell, causing the several martial arts immortals in front of them to clear the clouds and mist and see the true way.

Furukawa continued to fuel the spirits of these people and spoke loudly.

"You can't rely on anyone in this world. If you rely on a tree, it will fall. If you rely on a mountain, it will run away!"

"Look at the Holy Mother of the human race. After she founded the human race, can she show her holy signs to the human race?"

"Look at the saints of the three religions. After becoming saints by borrowing the good fortune of the human race, are they willing to walk among the human race and save them from danger?"

"Western religion is spreading among the human race, but the Pure Land of the Holy Mountain still requires you to continue walking to it."

……

Bits of mystery continued to rise in everyone's hearts.

Yes.

Who can I rely on in this vast world?

Who can save the human race from the water and fire?

Only the human race itself!

Even the Holy Master is from the witch clan, not the human clan.

Although the Great Witch Guchuan can benefit the human race, if the human race wants to become stronger and stand tall in the wilderness instead of becoming weak, only the human race itself can do it!

Just don't know why.

After hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but feel angry.

It is as if the human race has been exploited by many saints, but is still grateful to the exploiters of the human race and even sings praises and builds temples for them.

Several powerful human beings looked at each other, some of them unsure, and could only mutter to themselves in their hearts.

"That's probably not what the Saint Master meant. He was just reminding us humans that we can only rely on ourselves!"

"It's just... things are exactly as the Saint Master said. After these powerful people plundered the human race's luck, they didn't show up in their Saint form to help the human race become stronger. Instead, the Saint Master, without asking anything in return for us humans, has been constantly helping us."

"If there is truly great good in this world, it must be the Holy Master's such, such... deep love for our human race!!"

Furukawa didn't care what these powerful human beings in front of him were thinking.

He just told a few people about the situation that the human race is facing now.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, when the human race suffers greater shocks and greater dangers, they will involuntarily think of those who have taken too many benefits from them.

This person could be Nuwa or the Three Pure Ones, but it definitely could not be Furukawa himself.

Because Furukawa did not receive any benefits, at least on the surface, Furukawa has always been giving to the human race for free.

The human race is the protagonist of the future world. Whether it is the Three Pure Ones or the Two Saints of the West, if their sects want to be passed on and grow, they must rely on the human race.

If the human race collectively boycotts, then the sects of these saints will be just a joke.

Saints establish religions to benefit the world and gain merit from heaven and earth. If this sect is just an empty shell, will heaven tolerate these so-called saints drawing empty salaries and receiving merit for nothing?

In other words, Heaven gives you merits and the status of a saint, but you have made no contribution to the prehistoric world and are resisted by the race favored by Heaven. What is the use of you being a saint?

To the way of heaven, if you don’t become a saint, there are plenty of others who can be one.

This is Furukawa's conspiracy.

Furukawa paused at this moment, pondering for a moment, as if he was thinking about something extremely important.

The expressions of several powerful human beings instantly became sincere.

According to their experience, once the Holy Master shows this expression, he must be seeking benefits for the human race and must not be disturbed.

But what Furukawa said next was earth-shattering, leaving everyone stunned at the moment.

"From my observation, although the human race practices martial arts, they are extremely lax. Most people just use it as a means of making a living. In fact, they only have a superficial understanding of martial arts, let alone the word "identification".

Although these people practice martial arts, they may give up martial arts at any time if given the opportunity.

Because martial arts training is difficult and there are few strong people to support it.

This is also why, although the human race has abundant martial arts luck, it is extremely scattered.

This luck has infinite uses. If your luck is strong, even if you practice cultivation, you will be faster than others."

Several martial arts immortals were slightly stunned, and a sudden realization arose in their hearts.

They have already dabbled in the art of luck and naturally know how powerful it is.

No wonder they practice so hard and fight with others constantly, but still feel that their strength is growing too slowly. This is the reason.

But even though they knew the problem, everyone looked bitter.

There is no way to solve it at all.

The practice of martial arts is extremely difficult, and in order for humans to practice martial arts, they must have a large amount of natural treasures and the flesh and blood of demons to support them.

There is naturally no shortage of common natural treasures in the ancient world, and few races are willing to compete with humans for these things.

However, there are not many people in the human tribe who can kill the demons and use their flesh and blood to support martial arts.

Most of these strong people would use their flesh and blood to refine their essence, so how could they care about the weak human race?

Furukawa looked calm, as if he already knew how to solve the problem.

He stretched out his hand slightly, and a hint of incense and the power of faith suddenly appeared on his statue behind him.

Then it appeared on Guchuan's finger, like a dragon, circling continuously and changing into many different forms.

"This thing came from the human race and should be returned to the human race!"

"Pass on my decree, anyone among the human race who wishes to practice martial arts can refine the power of my faith.

Just enshrine my statue at home and you will be able to draw in the Qi and gain the power of faith to refine your Qi and blood!"

Furukawa said with a kind face.

When many human martial arts practitioners heard this, they knelt down on the ground, regardless of their image, and burst into tears, kowtowed to Guchuan.

"We bow to thank the Holy Master!"

"It is truly a great blessing for our race to receive the love of the Holy Master!"

"Thank you, Holy Master!"

Furukawa sat in the temple, his expression unchanged. Instead, he extended his hand slightly, entrusted everyone to his care, and said with compassion.

"Fool, fool, the prosperity of the human race depends on you, on all the human races in the prehistoric world. Don't make mistakes!"

"Don't give this trust to the countless gods and Buddhas, to those saints, to those beings who only know how to take but are unwilling to give back!"

……

Netherworld.

The entrance to the six realms of reincarnation.

Master Xuandu looked at these zombies with a complicated expression as they kept absorbing and exhaling the surrounding Yin Qi and settling the ghosts.

I saw a zombie. Although his expression was stiff, his movements were extremely agile. He slapped a ghost who wanted to cut in line into the team with one slap.

This caused his body to sway, and the zombie hurt his soul but not his root cause. Its method was very powerful.

"I never thought that Saint Pingxin would take such a path. If the people from our three religions want to interfere in the Netherworld, it will be extremely difficult!"

The face of the great master Xuandu was gloomy, and waves of bitterness rose in his heart.

If we were to say that the most promising opportunity to attain sainthood in this vast world is found only in the Netherworld.

There are already seven saints in the Heavenly Dao. How numerous and how difficult it is!

In order to avoid being dragged down by the future, the two saints of the Western religion took out loans to become saints, just so that the Heavenly Dao would not be too crowded when they obtained the sainthood.

Now, if the disciples of Master Xuandu want to become saints, even if they have great aspirations, they may not be able to obtain the holy position of the Heavenly Dao.

There are many saints, and the requirements are high.

But the underground is different.

Only Empress Pingxin has attained sainthood here. It is so desolate, and there is also the spying of Master Xuandu just now.

He knew that the Netherworld was not as weak as it appeared to the outside world. In fact, the Netherworld was still spreading silently in all directions. It was a pity that most areas were like chaos that had just begun to emerge.

"Even so, there is still room for other saints!"

Thinking of the promise his master had made to him, Xuandu felt a surge of heat in his heart and immediately prepared to leave.

He already knew the changes in the underworld, so there was no need to stay in this desolate land.

But before he could turn around, he heard a sound like muffled thunder, which made his scalp tingle.

Even the Golden Immortal of the human race, Master Xuandu, still felt a little depressed and fearful.

"Hey, I finally found you, a human!"