The atmosphere inside the Immortal Palace became cold after the analysis of Gu Weishen.
Many of the saints and young elites had complex expressions on their faces. They wanted to respond, but found themselves at a loss for words. The hope that had risen in their hearts was slowly extinguished by Gu Weishen's words.
Whether or not there had ever been a human emperor in the distant past, one who could rival the Ancient Emperors, was a matter of utmost importance. The answer would not only affect the peak combat strength of the human race but also have profound implications in many other areas.
If the human race had once produced an emperor, how many people's hearts would be strengthened? How many would be inspired to press on in their cultivation? The existence of such an emperor would be like a beacon in the darkness of the human race's long history, offering hope and a direction for the future!
If the human race had never had such an emperor, and the peak of cultivation was nothing more than the semi-emperor realm, a realm that one could never surpass—then what would become of the hearts of human cultivators? The realization that their bloodline was inferior to the Ancient Races could deal a devastating blow to their resolve, creating an irreparable rift in their spirits!
"Gu Weishen, even though your reasoning is convincing, I still don't believe it," a young saint declared, unwilling to accept this explanation. His teeth were clenched as he retorted, "If this was truly orchestrated by a semi-emperor of the human race, why would he do it? At such a level of cultivation, even without entering the Supreme Path, he would already be one of the highest beings in this world. Why would he fabricate such a grand lie, ruining his own reputation as a semi-emperor?"
His words struck a chord with everyone in the Immortal Palace, causing a stir. The thought of the Tian Shen Sect, whose doctrine did not respect human emperors but instead venerated the mysterious and formless Ancient Gods, only deepened the suspicion in their hearts.
The Tian Shen Sect was less than 10,000 years old, a relatively young sect compared to the ancient human lineages of the Eastern Wilderness. Their doctrine was strange and unsettling. They did not honor the powerful figures of human history but revered the distant, otherworldly gods, and their followers were required to worship day and night.
The sect claimed that the inability of the human race to produce beings of the Supreme Path was a result of their bloodline's inherent flaws, something confirmed over tens of thousands of years. They believed that the best path for the human race was to ally with the Ancient Races, to abandon barren lands and insignificant people, even suggesting intermarriage and bloodline mixing with ancient creatures of similar stature to the human race in order to eventually become part of the Ancient Races, evolving and eventually producing Supreme Path existences.
Such an ideology was akin to the betrayal of a weaker nation surrendering to a stronger one—subjugation. The human race had suffered greatly in the past, oppressed by the Ancient Races for hundreds of thousands of years. Most of the human sects in the Eastern Wilderness could not accept such a doctrine. Yet, despite this, the Tian Shen Sect had numerous followers, many of whom were young humans who had never experienced the oppressive history of the Ancient Races and thus did not view them as malevolent. To them, allying with the Ancient Races and merging their bloodlines was seen as the best option for the future of the human race.
"Heh, is arguing with me of any use?" Gu Weishen sneered. "In the eyes of our sect leader, this old semi-emperor of the human race knew very well that the semi-emperor realm was the peak of what the human race could reach. After all, there would be no further advancement. He must have been disillusioned, even despairing, at his own limitations. But he also knew that the truth could not be known by the entire human race, or else it would cause true despair."
Gu Weishen continued, calmly expounding his theory, "This old semi-emperor probably wished to make a contribution in his final moments, leaving behind a seed of hope for the human race, so they would not lose all hope for the future. But in reality, this kind of illusory hope would only mislead the human race, making them arrogant and ultimately leading to greater harm. The real issue for the human race is not to blindly celebrate the existence of something that does not exist, like the so-called 'Ancient Emperor'—this would only lead to disaster."
"Instead, the human race must remain cautious, serve the Ancient Races, and seek alliances with them. It is not time for empty pride."
His words were clear and firm, and he continued to push his agenda. His conclusion, that the supposed Emperor of the Human Race and the great Saint Body were nothing more than a scheme laid by a dying semi-emperor, was a stark reminder to all that the human race must accept its limits, align with the Ancient Races, and abandon any delusions of greatness.
Far deeper inside the Immortal Palace, in the grandest of the celestial palaces, six powerful figures stood.
Each one of them radiated an awe-inspiring presence, surrounded by blazing halos that made it impossible to discern their true forms. They were like immovable divine furnaces, their blood and energy surging like the tides, their divine power sweeping like a great flood.
If any cultivator skilled in observing the signs of life were present, they would have been horrified to discover that above each of these figures' heads was a column of blood energy, rising like a dragon from their crown and piercing through the heavens.
These six mighty beings were the supreme leaders of six major human factions who had gathered in Saint Yang City.
Yet, the atmosphere inside the hall was somber, devoid of any joy. This was all due to the words of the Tian Shen Sect's leader, whose reasoning mirrored that of Gu Weishen. They too now wondered if the recent events in the Eastern Wilderness—things that had seemed like a victory for the human race—were merely illusions.
At first, they had gathered here with a sense of hope, believing that perhaps the human race had an Emperor after all, a symbol of hope that could inspire and unite the people. But now, the arguments put forward by the Tian Shen Sect had doused those hopes like cold water. No one was happy now; they felt as if they had been struck with a terrible realization.
After a long silence, one of the supreme leaders finally spoke. His voice was heavy, tinged with uncertainty.
"I thought this was the beginning of a new chapter for the human race. Who knew that it may all be a fleeting illusion? The ancestors of our race, can you provide us with guidance? Where does the future of the human race truly lie?"
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