At the end of the emperor’s path, every being emanated an immensely formidable aura. Although the cultivators of the continent had never seen them in action, no one doubted the power of these beings. But at this moment, their object of ridicule was actually Su Changqing... They harbored no goodwill towards either Su Changqing or Chong Yan. Yet, in terms of combat prowess...no one doubted that Su Changqing and Chong Yan could trounce the opposition. The terrifying image of Destruction and the towering true forms of gods were enough to crush any divine phase enemies. For this reason, in response to the taunts from outer domain beings, no one was angry; their gaze was merely peculiar. Su Changqing and Chong Yan were the same. They both calmly gazed into the sky, their expressions neither sad nor happy. "Ha, though the numbers are few, their temperament is decent." The eight-armed being sneered coldly, "I just wonder about their battle strength, if they can withstand my punch!" Su Changqing smiled without speaking. Beside him, Chong Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, with a slight curl of his lips, saying, "You can come down and try." "If the Heavenly Dao permits, you’ll understand exactly what kind of beings you face." The horned being smiled faintly, "But unfortunately, the emperor’s path hasn’t opened." "The rules of this world protect you well." The eight-armed being laughed heartily, "There’s no rush; in three months, they will inevitably head to the outer domain." "We will wait for you at the end of the emperor’s path to see the true capability of those cultivators born from this so-called ’Pure Land.’" At these words, the cultivators of the continent were all shocked. Those like Shanxing and Shengyu, who had been knocked down from their platforms, had extremely grave expressions. Entering the emperor’s path, would they have to face the blockade of these beings? Although they considered themselves extraordinary, none dared to be careless confronting these foreign racial prodigies. Yet compared to everyone’s worries, Su Changqing’s eyes flickered slightly. "Pure Land? Is Cangyan Continent regarded as the Pure Land in the outer domain?" He looked towards the sky, asking calmly. The horned prodigy spoke calmly, "In the outer domain, the ten thousand races stand, each with its own realm of survival." "But the emergence of demons has overtaken world after world." "The Heavenly Dao shattered, beings wailed; countless eons later, in the outer domain’s world of the ten thousand races, only your human race’s Azure Flame Realm remains." His voice paused, and he looked enviously at the expanse of the continent, sighing: "The Heavenly Dao still exists, its order unbroken, and darkness has yet to taint this world. How could it not be considered a Pure Land?" At these words, the continent’s cultivators were all visibly stunned. Such a secret, even the most powerful are scarcely aware of. No one had expected there to have been so many worlds in the outer domain. Nor did they imagine the demons were terrifying enough to conquer many realms. Now, in the vast outer domain, amidst the ten thousand species, only the human race’s Azure Flame Realm is left struggling to persist. "Now you understand why there are many beings other than humans in the Azure Flame Realm?" The horned prodigy calmly gazed towards the demon domain and said: "The creation of a world typically breeds only one kind of being, yet the Azure Flame Realm has countless species." "These species did not originally exist there." "Rather, their own worlds collapsed, tainted by darkness, and the surviving bloodlines were brought here by their great figures." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 "They once had their own worlds, but now... they can only live under another’s roof." Many cultivators of the demon race appeared dazed, lost for a long time. They...were not the native creatures of the Cangyan Continent. No wonder, the leading role of Cangyan Continent has always been humans. No wonder, they place significant emphasis on bloodline instead of talent. Because ’talent’ is a qualification bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, they have no right to receive it. The only thing they can rely on is the bloodline left by their ancestors, and only by ’returning to their roots’ can they compete with the human race! They didn’t understand before. But now, they realize, the existence of the demon race is merely transitory in the Azure Flame Realm. No matter how strong their bloodlines become, or how deep their realms reach, they’ll never be a match for the humans. The protagonist of the Azure Flame Realm can only be the human race! Silence fell across the world; everyone was shocked by this sudden revelation. "Since the Azure Flame Realm is the only Pure Land among the ten thousand races, why do you seem to harbor deep animosity towards the human race?" Su Changqing looked up into the sky, somewhat puzzled: "The demon race is the same. Despite being sheltered by the Azure Flame Realm, why do they constantly oppose the human race?" At these words, all the demon race members, even the Demon Emperor, perked up their ears. The battle between the demon and human races — when did it start, and why did it begin — long ago became untraceable. It seemed the belief to ’defeat the human race’ was ingrained in the soul of the demon race. All their lives, they pursued the goal of overthrowing the human race and dominating the Cangyan Continent. No one thought about this before, only assuming that it was because of racial differences. But to speak of race... Is the demon race truly a single ’race’? The Roc, the Celestial Wolf, the Golden Crow, the Ancestral Elephant... The vast demon race is comprised of diverse and disparate species unified together. To claim the conflict was due to racial differences would seem too tenuous a reason. "The beings of the ten thousand races wish dearly to skin you humans alive and draw your bones!" "Do you think it’s done with a simple mention of animosity?" The eight-armed being laughed angrily, "The worlds of the ten thousand races were at peace." "But because of your human sages, the ten thousand races perished, and heavens crumbled!" "No matter how many millennia pass, this burden cannot be cleansed from you humans!" The continent’s cultivators and Su Changqing’s hearts were all highly agitated. Because of human sages, the ten thousand races perished? How would one speak of this? "Ha, it seems your human ancestors felt guilty too, and never passed it on."