Copying a Quasi-Sage's Cultivation from the Start Leaves the Six Sages Stunned

New book: I've Lived for a Million Years, and I Don't Want to Become an Emperor

[Primordial World + Power Fantasy (showing off and face-slapping, plus battles) + System + No Female Lead + If It's Bad, I'll Eat It]

In the later stages of the war between the Wu and the Yaoguai, humanity has just been established, and the Six Heavenly Saints are taking their places as fate decrees.

To end the calamity, the Heavenly Dao guides the Yaoguai to discover that human blood essence and souls can destroy the Wu's bodies.

Hoping to win the war against the Wu as quickly as possible and become the ruler of the Primordial World, as well as avenge his children, Dijun dispatches Jiuying with an army of tens of millions of Yaoguai. They lay siege to the human city, intent on slaughtering humanity and gathering its blood essence and souls to forge the Wu-Slaying Sword.

That day, countless Yaoguai troops gathered outside the Imperial Pass.

That day, all of humanity knelt before Nuwa's statue and the Sages of the Heavens, begging them to save the human race.

But the Sages of the Heavens looked on coldly as the Yaoguai slaughtered humanity.

That day, countless humans wept, their mournful songs echoing for thousands of miles along the coast of the Eastern Sea.

That day, humanity committed all its reserves to fight the Yaoguai beyond the Imperial Pass. Though it was like moths flying into a flame, they refused to give up. Their blood stained the mountains and rivers! They would live or die with the human race!

Even if they died, they would tear a piece of flesh from the Yaoguai.

Just as the Imperial Pass was about to fall, a wild card appeared: the human cultivator Chu Feng, a transmigrator bound to a god-tier choice System. He obtains a Copy Card and stands proudly atop the Imperial Pass, gazing coldly at the Yaoguai god. To everyone's astonishment, he uses the Copy Card and advances one major realm with every step. Bathed in immortal light, he ascends to the Quasi-Saint realm. The heavens tremble, all living beings in the Primordial World are shocked, and the Sages try to divine what happened, only to find nothing but chaos.

Humanity… a race that was established only recently. How could it have such a deep reserve of power?