Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 925 - 697 Human King Tao Fruit

Chapter 925: 697 Human King Tao Fruit

The Human Race, the protagonist of this world, truly has it tough, lacking treasures, resources, and even power.

Were it not for the presence of the three emperors and five sovereigns, a couple of Great Divine Transcendents, more than ten Quasi-Saints, and over a thousand Innate Dao Sovereigns, the Human Race would be no different from mere puppets.

Being the protagonist of the world means being its master. Yet, how could the world’s master lack both power and wealth, unable to even dominate the Chaos World?

Aside from people, the Human Race really has nothing else, no power nor wealth, a fact so embarrassing it could make one blush, and it’s truly the most underwhelming protagonist of any world.

Of course, this refers to the current state of the Human Race. In the past, especially during the later periods of the Great Ancient era and during Ancient Times, it wasn’t like this. Back then, even though they were still poor and resourceless, they held power!

The Tiandi was temporarily represented by the Human King, and the entire world belonged to the Human Race. At that time, they were the true protagonists of the world, their word absolute. It could be said that was the most glorious era of the Human Race.

Regrettably, those glorious days have faded away. After Wu Ding’s rebellion against heaven, whether he succeeded or not, it marked the decline of the Human Race.

The spirit of the Human Race had dispersed, so even though they were stronger now than in Ancient Times, they appeared far less mighty. With a dispersed spirit, the team was hard to manage, hence it was difficult to utilize their full strength.

Jiang Chen wished to become the Human King to unite people’s hearts. And his ambition to reshape the Chaos World and recreate the Endless Void and Great Ancient Nine Heavens was to seize power and create resources.

Once the world was reshaped, and the Cycle of Stars reemerged, and the Great Ancient Nine Heavens were reborn, it would provide the Human Race with endless resources and even nurture various powerful Innate Spiritual Treasures.

In this way, the Human Race would no longer need to worry about resources. Similarly, by merit of reshaping the world, Jiang Chen would have the right to contend for the position of Tiandi and become the ruler of the Chaos World.

Once Jiang Chen became the Tiandi, the Human Race would gain power and wealth. At that time, to restore the glory of Ancient Times and the majesty of the world’s protagonist would be a simple matter.

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"Stop your ruminations. The Demon Clan has been destroyed, and it’s time for you to do what you need to do," Jiang Xuan spoke, interrupting Jiang Chen’s daydreaming.

"What needs to be done?"

At these words, Jiang Chen came to his senses. Indeed, there was still something he had to do, and that was to completely annihilate the Demon Clan, disperse its remaining fate, and absorb it into the fate of the Human Race, thus establishing his path to kingship.

"The Demon Clan, acting against the Human Path and against the grand trend, has sinned against Heaven and Earth, humanity, the Tao, and all living beings, and their crimes are unforgivable; they must be executed!"

Now that all of the Demon Clan’s upper echelons were dead, shattering their fate was an easy task for Jiang Chen. He harrumphed coldly, declaring the Demon Clan’s sins to the world, proclaiming that their crimes warranted death.

Then, Jiang Chen reached out, and strands of crystalline light flowed from between his fingers, turning into mysterious runes bathed in flowing light, which merged into the foreheads of those from the Demon Clan, branding their True Spirits.

"Aren’t the demons supposed to be immortal?"

"I’d like to see, after I’ve imprinted these Cycle runes on your foreheads, once you die; whether that demon summoning banner can still resurrect you," Jiang Chen sneered. The runes he had just emitted were the Original Source transformed from the Cycle Divine Palace. These runes, once branded on the True Spirits of these demons, effectively gave him control over their life and death. With just a thought, he could shatter their True Spirits, killing them on the spot.

Moreover, it didn’t end there. After their death, their True Spirits wouldn’t return to Heaven and Earth but be devoured by the Cycle Divine Palace and turned into its puppets.

At that moment, with a mere thought from Jiang Chen, these demons could be revived as the most loyal warriors of the Cycle Divine Palace, fighting for the Human Race.

Jiang Chen had a purpose in doing this. Weren’t a trace of the demons’ True Spirits enshrined in the demon summoning banner? He wanted to see if the banner still had the power to resurrect them after he had taken control of their True Spirits.

Boom!

Above the skies of Beijulu Continent, within the mysterious and unknowable space where the River of Destiny resided, the fate representing the Demon Clan suddenly began to tremble violently.

A dilapidated shadow of Heaven Court appeared above the River of Destiny, its light exceedingly dim and marked with ruins everywhere, as if it had endured a tremendously terrible battle and was on the verge of becoming a wasteland.

This ruined Heaven Court was the personification of the fate of the Demon Clan. When the Demon Clan was at its peak, it differed little from the real Heaven Court.

However, with the decline of the Demon Clan, it had also fallen. The glittering brilliance faded, and it all but turned into ruins. Now, it was about to break apart completely.

The moment Jiang Chen imprinted the Cycle Divine Patterns on these demons represented the imminent extinction of the Demon Clan, a powerful force that had spread through the Chaos World for countless years.

With the fate of their people in someone else’s hands, was this not equivalent to annihilation?

A loud boom echoed as the part of the River of Destiny representing the fate of the Demon Clan shattered, turning into countless streaks of light, flowing toward another end of the River, a mass of five-colored flame.

The flame was the symbol of the fate of the Human Race, representing endless life.

With the Demon Clan extinguished by the Human Race, their shattered fate naturally flowed towards that of the Human Race. As the Demon Clan’s fate poured in, the five-colored flame became even brighter, its light ascending like the Sun, casting radiance far and wide.