After the Lich's calamity, the human race was like ants.
The witch clan wants to eat blood, and the tribe has to sacrifice people. The demon tribe refines demon flags and specializes in picking out souls to collect. Jiang Xuan was expelled from the tribe because he asked, "Why is it always us?"
Encountered by monsters in the wilderness, he thought he was dead. Then he heard a voice - not the way of heaven, not a lich, but the fire buried deep underground for endless years. The weakest among the three thousand chaos gods and demons. What was left behind after other gods and demons were killed by Pangu was resentment, and what it left behind was a seed.
"I do not belong to Heaven or Chaos, I only belong to you."
From then on, Jiang Xuan had a secret: he could ignite the dormant power in the human bloodline. The more people he ignites, the stronger his power becomes, and the ignited people will feed him back. The firewood is passed down from generation to generation.
From the first tribe to the return of hundreds of tribes. From a spark to a prairie fire.
The ancestral witch of the witch clan said: Surrender or perish.
Jiang Xuan said: The human race has a third option.
When firemen spread all over the world, the fire of humanity and the fire of heaven competed with each other. The boy who was expelled from the tribe will eventually let the entire wilderness hear the voice of the human race - under the way of heaven, all races have their own ways. The way of the human race is to live standing.
