"Hmm?!"
"You mean..."
"Now all foreign races, amidst this upheaval, not only find it difficult to absorb their Origin Qi, but even their cultivation is unstable?"
"Will their fate ultimately be the same as ours, the Human Race?"
"Does that mean our Human Race will finally have a chance to rise?"
Upon hearing Mu Jinyu's words, everyone felt somewhat confused at first, but as they continued listening, they gradually understood Mu Jinyu's point, and their expressions couldn't help but become excited and fervent.
It felt like their Human Race was finally going to emerge, and this is their chance to reclaim the pinnacle as the leader of the Ten Thousand Clans.
But just as they indulged in their excited fantasies about the future, Ji Wudao frowned and poured cold water:
"You're all thinking too much."
"Don't forget the current state of cultivation for the vast majority of our Human Race?"
"They're all relying on foreign race bloodlines for cultivation!"
