Chapter 845: Human Race’s Merits and Karma
The power of movement is far beyond what Murong Ji can bear and control! But the arrow is on the string and has to be shot.

"Become a divine thunder!"

"Boom!"

With the thunder roaring and the wind whistling, he didn't believe that Goddess Nuwa couldn't see such a scene.

Before Murong Ji could finish his third sentence, the dark clouds in the sky instantly dissipated. Immediately following, the power that came from the top of the mountain came pouring down.

With one slap, the white tiger died instantly, without any pressure, just like killing an ant on the roadside.

Murong Ji was shocked. The power just now seemed to be able to crush him to death with just a thought, leaving him no chance of resistance.

[This is the power of the great power of the wild! ]

Why is it said to be a powerful person? According to Murong Ji's estimation, the one who made the move should be Fuxi, because... the woman's fingers are so rough and her bones are not that strong.

The most obvious is the finger joints.

Murong Ji slowly landed on the ground, still feeling a lingering fear. The force was too overbearing, making him feel as if he was facing the oppression of heaven and earth.

Murong Ji was very familiar with this feeling, imitating the heaven and earth, and becoming the heaven and earth by himself. This was another way to imitate the heaven and earth.

Murong Ji could understand it, and after a slight modification, he was able to absorb it into himself.

Coming back to his senses, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The incident happened too suddenly. The tiger rushed in aggressively and killed many people. Then, it died here so easily.

The situation changed so quickly in less than a breath. For a moment, Murong Ji was unable to react.

Needless to say, looking at the huge white tiger, its transformation method dissipated, revealing the true form of this monster, a black bear monster!

The pressure from the goblin slowly spread, and it was much weaker than the aura from Hou Tu. Murong Ji estimated that it should barely be among the ranks of Daluo Jinxian.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, said no more, took a few steps forward, and gradually cut the bear into pieces. This cutting would require the use of the innate spiritual knife.

Then, the flesh and blood were put into the devouring sac.

This thing can be considered a material for cultivation. If it is given to Xuandu and the others to take away, it would probably be a disaster. The corpse of a powerful Daluo master is hard to come by, and even his blood is extremely precious. It is better to leave it in Murong Ji's hands.

Three days later, Murong Ji urged them to leave as soon as possible.

Standing at the foot of Fengqi Mountain, I watched Shi Liuli, leading more than 10,000 human beings, walking towards the distant jungle in the west, and soon disappeared.

This time, they didn't know whether they would live or die, and whether they would see each other again. No one knew. They would have to find their own way in the future. Maybe they would die on the road, or maybe they would establish a human kingdom in a foreign land...

Murong Ji sighed lightly and turned back to the human settlement.

They are the first group to leave Fengqi Mountain. Tomorrow morning, Feng Xu and Feng Hua will lead the second group of humans and leave towards the east.

As for where to go, it is up to them to decide. The most important thing is to pass on the ethnic group.

For several days in a row, every day there were innate humans taking humans away. Until the last batch, Murong Ji stood on the hill and watched Xuan Du leave.

Watching tens of thousands of humans gradually leaving the human settlement and heading towards the mountains below, Xuandu took a few steps forward and then looked back.

After a long silence, he asked, "Jiang, where are you going?!"

Murong Ji pursed his lips and said slowly: "I don't know yet, don't worry about me, just do your best."

Xuan Du sighed. The feeling of powerlessness kept lingering in his heart. He felt that what Murong Ji said was very right: weakness is the original sin.

If their tribe was born strong, like the Wu tribe, which tribe could force them to leave the place of their birth? !
However, it is really impossible to survive on Zhou Mountain. The opponents here are too strong, so strong that it is despairing.

The demon clan and the witch clan!
The witch clan united all the innate creatures in the world, which is enough to show how powerful it is.

Xuan Du wiped away his tears and said with a sob, "We all have to live well, even if we have to be slaves, as long as we are alive there is still hope."

“Jiang, when we were discussing matters, you said that there would be a person with great magical powers who would accept us as his disciples because of the luck and merits of the human race. Master Liuli and I have the greatest chance.”

"If we leave, what will happen to the human race? Without luck and merit, what will the human race do in the future?"

Murong Ji was silent for a while, then he exhaled, "If we don't do this, we can't even get through the current crisis, let alone the future. We'll talk about the future later."

“Xuan Du, if you really meet that person, don’t hesitate, become his disciple. For the human race, it will be a victory.”

"In the prehistoric world, there are countless ethnic groups. No one is missing from the human race, and no one is missing from the human race. If they want luck and merit, I'll give it to them!" "Only if there is a relationship of interest with them will they protect the human race. In the war between wizards and liches, a life-and-death battle may break out at any time, and it may end at any time."

"What will happen then? If the human race has a chance to rise, but lacks top-notch combat power, its luck and merit will still not be preserved!"

Xuandu said nothing more and turned to walk down the mountain.

The more than 10,000 people completely disappeared into the jungle before Murong Ji turned around and went back.

Murong Ji wanted to understand that destiny lies in man, and this "man" does not just refer to the human race, but all living things.

The enlightenment of Taiqing Daode Tianzun took over the fortune and merits of all living beings, which has little to do with the human race. However, his teachings can be passed on to the human race as well as to other ethnic groups.

The existence of Xuan Du is extremely crucial. In Murong Ji's memory, according to the descriptions in myths and legends and novels, he was very lazy and left the task of preaching to his disciples.

It is precisely this disciple. If he is of the human race, then the destiny lies with the human race. If he is of another ethnic group, then the destiny lies with that other ethnic group.

Not to mention others, Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao, both founded religions successively, but did not specifically mention that they were from the human race. The disciples they accepted were also from the myriad races of prehistoric times, and had little to do with the human race.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and after taking two steps, he suddenly became fierce. He turned his head slightly to look at the branch behind him, where a colorful sparrow appeared out of nowhere.

Just then, a voice came from behind: "Jiang, where are you taking the human race?"

The voice was clear and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Murong Ji turned around and looked at the sparrow on the branch. He raised his eyebrows, bowed, clasped his fists, and saluted, saying, "I wonder what I should address you as? Holy Mother? Or Great God Fuxi?"

The sparrow showed an extremely surprised expression, looked at Murong Ji in surprise, and then said: "What a strange etiquette... You are also strange! Big brother said that you were born out of necessity..."

These words, which sounded like he was talking to himself, made Murong Ji break out in sweat on his forehead. He didn't dare to be rude at all. This guy... was a little petty.

Murong Ji bowed again, kowtowed three times and nine times, "Jiang! I pay my respects to the Holy Mother! If the Holy Mother has any instructions, Jiang is willing to serve you."

He felt a little heavy in his heart, wondering why Nuwa came to look for him, especially at this critical juncture... The human race was afraid of unexpected changes during their migration...

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see Nuwa say anything. He looked up slightly to make sure that the sparrow was still there, then lowered his head and waited quietly for Nuwa's instructions.

"Without my protection, they would die faster."

Murong Ji was stunned and a little surprised. He quickly thought about what Nuwa wanted to express and how to deal with it.

Before Murong Ji could figure it out, the sparrow continued, "When the human race was created, it lacked the spiritual charm of living beings. It is impossible for me to integrate my own spiritual charm into these 120,000 living beings."

"So, in order to save some energy, I captured some of the endless residual souls in the prehistoric world, and used my blood to complete their souls. This is how the innate human race was born..."

Having said this, the sparrow suddenly fell silent again. Murong Ji frowned slightly, raised his head slightly, and kept thinking in his heart.

He realized that this was probably closely related to the near extinction of the human race.

Sure enough, the sparrow slowly opened its mouth and continued, "The human race has experienced a catastrophe of genocide, which is destined by heaven. Not only is it destined by heaven, it is also the wish of all the Taoist friends in the prehistoric world."

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned pale in an instant. He didn't believe in the word destiny, but the "will of the people" was enough to destroy the human race.

"May I ask the Holy Mother, what is the meaning of the existence of human beings? Is there any way for human beings to survive?" Murong Ji bowed again and prostrated himself.

In the sky, the sound of fighting arose again, and the war between the demon clan and the witch clan became more and more intense.

At this time, Murong Jin didn't have much time to pay attention to the battle situation above his head. All his attention was on the sparrow in front of him.

"The cause and effect is too great for the human race to bear! After a creature dies, its soul dissipates. However, for some people with great abilities, their souls will remain as remnants."

"And these powerful people, through the luck and innate merits of the human race, have a great chance of awakening their memories of their past lives. If they don't die, the merits and luck of the human race will not be able to be preserved..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sparrow flew away. Murong Ji slowly stood up with a serious expression. He understood!
Where does the karma come from for the human race?! Where does the merit come from?!

Those who could leave their souls in the prehistoric world must have been extraordinary. So how did they die? Most of them were killed by the powerful people in the prehistoric world.

If these people were resurrected through the innate destiny and merits of the human race and recalled their past lives, would they be considered human beings? Or innate gods?

Murong Ji's brows darkened. Needless to say, they would only use the human race as a stepping stone and would not have any sense of belonging to the human race.

As a result, causal relationships were formed with many powerful beings in the ancient times, but this cause and effect was borne by the human race.

(End of this chapter)