Thousands of races are surrounding them, and the human race is regarded as a humble dog. They stick to the only path of one clan, and laugh at the human race's thousands of paths as just scattered sparks. But they don't understand that the supreme authority held by the twelve seats of the Qingshan Organization, from Qingtian's Tianheng Ruler to Sir's Peach Wood Ruler, which one is not a towering tree growing from the soil of "all living beings"? Which road has never been engraved with the hot brand of "passing on the fire"?
When the fire of Yan Changye ignites the prairie fire, from the dim light of the Spark Realm to the dawn of the Dawn Realm, from the clear brilliance of the Haoyue Realm to the brilliance of the Tianqiong Realm, he will finally understand: the way of the human race is never to follow, but to create.
Walk on the road, stand on the road.
He will take her with him, step on the bones of all races, and open a new heaven on the twelve seats——
"In this supreme position, humans can sit in as many seats as they want.
