Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1560: One thousand and twenty-nine Complaint (5000)_2

Many Great Divine Transcendents appeared deeply worried. Unlike being surprised by the return of the alien lineage, they were more concerned about the consequences of this action.

Every time there is a disturbance in the River of Destiny, countless people’s fates are altered, deviating from their predetermined paths. For example, a person destined at birth to enjoy wealth and honor, while another is fated to a life of suffering and hardship.

This is fate that is determined at birth and is difficult to change later on.

But with disturbances occurring in the River of Destiny, a single massive wave can change everything. Those destined for a life of poverty may not be without the chance to become emperors.

To mortals, this might seem significant, but for cultivators, changes in the River of Destiny hold even greater meaning. Fluctuations in the River of Destiny present some people with the possibility of escaping their fates.

That is to say, with each change in the River of Destiny, there are those fortunate ones who seize the opportunity to step out of the river, thereby gaining the potential to cultivate into an Innate Dao Sovereign.

The saying goes ’a single hair can affect the whole body’; the change of one person’s fate can potentially influence the entire situation, let alone the fates of many people changing simultaneously.

The impact on the situation is undoubtedly tremendous, leading many Great Divine Transcendents’ arrangements astray from the set course.

What worries the Great Divine Transcendents is exactly this—the changes in the River of Destiny must not affect their arrangements; otherwise, it would become troublesome.

"How audacious!"

Unlike the Great Divine Transcendents, the Human Race camp was utterly infuriated upon hearing the news. If not for Fire Cloud Cave being blockaded, some powerful humans might have already set out toward Shouyang Mountain.

"Hmph, Martial Sovereign! I’ve long perceived that this kid harbors rebellious thoughts. We should have followed my advice back then and killed him early on; then we wouldn’t have today’s problems."

Inside Fire Cloud Cave, a Quasi-Saint of the Human Race spoke indignantly.

In the center of the crowd, the Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns remained silent throughout. The matter of Martial Sovereign was indeed a part of their plan, a result they had intentionally facilitated, so naturally, they found it inappropriate to express their stance now.

Now, the only thing they could do was place their trust in Jiang Chen, believing he could vanquish all enemies and unify the Human Race once again.

"Enough, stop arguing. Hadn’t we anticipated the schism within the Human Race long ago? Anger won’t solve the problem. What we need to do now is to take this rare opportunity to thoroughly eradicate the hidden dangers within the Human Race."

The voice of the Ancestor of Humanity resonated, calming the angry emotions of the crowd.

Everything that happened today was within expectations. The Human Race had already prepared for it, and now it was time to act according to the plan with firm belief in their inevitable victory.

...

"All things at their peak must decline; this is the way of Heaven."

"After the end of the Ancient Times, the Human Race had already shown such signs, and King Wen, the Ancestor of Soldiers, and the First Emperor were the last of the Human Race’s fortune. If they could have defied Heaven and succeeded, the Human Race might have continued its glory."

"Alas, they all failed in the end, none of them succeeded against Heaven. It was precisely their consecutive failures that exhausted the last bits of the Human Race’s fortune, sowing the seeds for its subsequent division."

"If they were still around, with them ruling the Human Race, there would be no chance for the likes of the Hall of Law to emerge. Even if the Human Race showed signs of decline, it wouldn’t have split."

Many powerful figures in the shadows sneered, taking pleasure in the Human Race’s misfortune. The Human Race had been strong for too long, a boulder weighing on the hearts of many, severely hindering their development.

Therefore, those who wished ill upon the Human Race were not in small number Between Heaven and Earth. Normally they would not reveal such sentiments, but the moment the Human Race showed weakness, they would swarm forth immediately.

...

Meanwhile, deep in the Chaos outside of Heaven, Empress Nuwa abandoned her usual divine and tranquil appearance, her aura sharp and fierce, glaring at the two men before her with a face full of vehemence.

"Taiqing, Yu Qing, what do you mean by this? To alter the faith of the Human Race, do you not think you should have asked me first?"

Empress Nuwa was angered. She hadn’t expected Saint of Taiqing and Primordial Heavenly Sovereign to be so arrogant, to flatly ignore her and forcefully meddle with the affairs of the Human Race.

"Junior sister, do not be angry; we are doing this for the sake of the Mystic Sect. Moreover, we assure you, even if our plan is successful, it will not affect your status among the Human Race."

"No matter what, junior sister, you are the Holy Mother of the Human Race, your status supreme and unshakable, no one can undermine it, even us brothers are beneath you."

Empress Nuwa’s dissatisfaction and questioning were to be expected, but Primordial Heavenly Sovereign did not get angry, instead patiently explained.

While it was an explanation, it was also a big imposition starting with the Mystic Sect, taking the moral high ground and leaving Nuwa with nothing to say.

Empress Nuwa might be the Holy Mother of the Human Race, but she was also a Saint of the Mystic Sect, holding a pivotal position within it and was on equal footing with Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, only subordinate to Saint of Taiqing.

"You..."

Empress Nuwa was about to speak, but the next moment, she found herself unable to utter a word. Deep in the Chaos, a series of vast and mysterious breaths burst forth, though not of the Primordial Chaos, yet more intense than it.

Clearly, the supreme beings of the Mystic Sect had made their move. Their intention was simple: as long as Empress Nuwa did not interfere with this event, they would not either.

However, should Nuwa decide to get involved, then even without enmity towards the Human Race, they could not remain indifferent.

"Very well! Very well! Very well!"

"Is this the Mystic Sect of today?"

"For the sake of benefits, does it truly disregard all sense of fellowship?"