No one in the Yaochi Holy Land in the Northern Territory knew what was happening in the distant Central Territory.
Only Tang Hao seemed to be aware of it, but didn't think much about it.
He knew who it was for that familiar aura in the distant sky.
She could reach the entire Beidou and even other star fields with just a thought, not to mention that Qinghe's strength had reached the pinnacle of this world, and no one could hurt her.
Even if those legendary characters revive, the sword spirit that reaches the sky will still exist.
The scene in front of him was the focus of Tang Hao's viewing.
Fifteen ancestor kings came to Yaochi together, and the entire human race was crushed and suffocated by the momentum of the ancestor kings.
The atmosphere of despair permeated the air, and even the barbarian king felt desolate.
But it's one thing to feel hopeless inside, and you can't just say nothing.
After taking a deep breath, as the apparently strongest man in the human camp, the Barbarian King slowly took a step forward, breaking the dead silence present.
"Everyone joins forces to come to Yaochi, why don't you come in and have a chat."
Although the voice was calm, it was inevitably tinged with a hint of trembling.
There is no way, the Barbarian King is only in the Dao-killing realm now. If it weren't for the breath of Xuanwu above his head, he wouldn't even be able to take that step!
No matter which world, the higher the realm, the greater the gap between each realm!
Even though there is only a half-saint between Zhan Dao and the saint, the difference between them is simply beyond description in words!
Facing the Barbarian King's inquiry, the fifteen ancestor kings still did not speak.
This kind of ignorance has made the human race unable to even get angry. There is no way, the gap is too big. The ignorance of these fifteen ancestor kings is not a pretense, but a fact.
The human race simply cannot talk to them on an equal footing!
"Haha, let's talk? What should we talk about?"
Finally, it was the Heavenly Prince who spoke on behalf of the fifteen ancestral kings. He looked at the Barbarian King on the Spirit Peak and spoke in a cold and calm tone, "The gathering of all races should be for all races to sit down and discuss major issues in the world, but you human race , seems not to have this qualification.”
"At least... not yet."
Having said this, the world fell into deathly silence again.
On the spiritual peak, the Barbarian King opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just lowered his head feebly.
Yes, the human race seems... really not qualified to sit down and talk with all races.
Seeing the Barbarian King hanging his head, a sense of sadness emerged in the hearts of all the people present. They wanted to rebuke loudly like before, but when the words came to their lips, they were blocked by suppressed emotions.
The Emperor's words were cold, but also realistic, making them unable to refute them.
Until now, apart from the remains of Ye Fan's holy body, there is no saint in the human race.
And Xuanwu, in the final analysis, is just a mythical beast and has nothing to do with the human race.
Such a huge gap makes the blood in the hearts of human beings freeze to the extreme, without any fluctuation.
In the stone forest, Ye Fan was silent, Duan De was silent, the two brothers and sisters of the Ji family, the prince of Daxia, and the geniuses of the major human races were also silent.
Even Li Changqing and Yaochi Saint, who were standing next to Ye Fan, were silent.
Although they believe that their talents are the best in the Eastern Wasteland, and they believe that they will be able to break through the cutting path and become saints in the future, but now, they are still only the second or third immortals.
The ancient clan has more than twenty ancestor kings!
Tang Hao's eyes swept up and down Yaochi, but there was an inexplicable smile on his lips.
He knew that the ancient race's current glory was due to the divine source seal, and that the human race was actually not weak, not at all.
Today, these ancestral kings of the ancient clan, and even the sage kings and great sages who appeared later, were all sealed into the divine source in ancient times and survived until now.
The human race once had many, many strong men, but those strong men either disdained self-proclaimed powers, or followed the emperor to conquer restricted areas for future generations. There are almost no strong men left to this day.
Now is the post-ancient era, and the world is no longer in ancient times.
The spiritual energy is lacking, the avenue is sluggish, the rules of heaven and earth have changed drastically, and it is difficult for the creatures in the world to become saints.
Nowadays, a powerful person in the second realm of Sendai can become the master of the Holy Land, which is enough to show how harsh the conditions for cultivation are.
People like Ye Fan, Li Changqing, and the Yaochi Saint might have become saints in ancient times, and even reached the level of great saints, but now they are only half-step saints at their highest.
If these ancestral kings of the ancient tribe had not proclaimed themselves, they might not be as good as the human race now.
However, this is precisely why the rules of this world are so strict. Those who can become saints under such circumstances are all extremely stunning people!
The reason why the white-clothed God King was dubbed "Peerless" is because he successfully killed Dao in this most difficult era of becoming a saint!
And in this era, each saintly figure is a unique existence in the world. It is not too easy to kill the self-proclaimed ancestor king in ancient times!
"Senior...are there really no saints in the human race?"
In the stone forest, the Holy Goddess of Yaochi was in a depressed mood. She looked at Tang Hao next to her and asked in confusion.
Now only Tang Hao can give her a glimmer of hope.
"Haha, times have changed. It is estimated that it is countless times more difficult for humans to become saints than in ancient times."
Tang Hao smiled, and his voice suddenly sounded teasing, "But that's exactly what it is. The saints of the human race are almost invisible, but as long as one appears, he is an incredible existence. It is estimated that the strength displayed will make those ancestor kings Scared half to death."
Times have changed?
Hearing Tang Hao's words, the Yaochi Saint murmured to herself, her expression unchanged, "So, as long as one of us can break through to the Saint, can everything be changed?"
"But how easy is it to break through to become a Saint? Will the Ancient Clan give us time?"
His eyes subconsciously looked at Yaoguang aside. Among all the geniuses present now, the one with the highest level is Li Changqing.
"Senior is right. Today's rules are completely different from those in ancient times. It is difficult to break through in a short time!"
Facing the gaze of Yaochi Saint, Li Changqing shook his head and said bitterly.
Are there really no saints in the human race?
No one knows except Tang Hao.
At this time, all the ancient tribes looked at the human race with a hint of disdain.
Even those human race leaders are not looked upon by them.
This is the confidence brought by the strong race. Although the ancient races that have come to Yaochi today are not as exaggerated as the Ten Thousand Races, there are more or less hundreds of them.
And among these hundreds of races, almost twenty more have ancestor kings!
Although other races don't have them, there are quite a lot of them in the Immortal Sanzhan Dao realm.
With such a disparity in strength, the human race, the host of the event of all races, has become a joke.
As the Emperor of Heaven said, your human race doesn’t even have a saint of your own race who is on an equal footing with them, so what else is there to talk about?
It's better to surrender the territory obediently and become a subordinate of all races.
On top of a spiritual peak, the Holy Master of Yaochi clenched her fists. Even though she controlled the imperial soldiers, she still could not change the current situation!
After all, we can't let everyone hide in Yaochi and not get out, right?
Even the imperial soldiers cannot make up for the gap in hard power!
There are tens of thousands of creatures in the entire Yaochi, but now, you can hear a needle drop in the Yaochi.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere of despair grew stronger.
Above the sky, the Emperor looked at the people at his feet, and did not show disdain like other ancient tribes.
At this time, he frowned slightly, and his eyes kept scanning every corner of Yaochi, as if he was looking for something, "Am I worrying too much?"
"Is it possible that the human race... is really ungrateful?"
