Holding a child-bearing system, seducing all the handsome male cultivators in the wilderness

Life is like a dream, and the world changes dramatically. Five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the territory of the demon race has far surpassed that of the human race, and the balance and harmony of the past have been quietly rewritten by the torrent of time.

When talking about rich places, people no longer talk about the nine heavens and ten earths, but the realm of the demon domain, with endless expanses of spiritual water. It is a beautiful place below the realm of gods and above the realm of immortals.

Under the leadership of Li Wanji, the demon clan has produced many powerful warriors. They use the power of blood to master the mysteries of nature, making the mountains, rivers and winds all for their use, and the wind, thunder, rain and lightning all submit to them.

During these five hundred years, the demon clan not only consolidated their existing territories, but also extended their tentacles into those ancient and uncivilized lands that had been regarded as forbidden areas since ancient times.

They discovered the remains of sleeping ancient gods, unlocked restrictions forgotten by time, and drew endless power and knowledge from them, causing the demon race's strength in all aspects to advance by leaps and bounds, ushering in its peak era.

The demons built a floating city, guided by the stars and based on clouds. The buildings in the city were arranged in an orderly manner and full of brilliance, just like a palace from heaven.

On the ground, there are fairy flowers and magical herbs everywhere, and exotic beasts roaming around. It is a peaceful and prosperous scene that attracts countless living beings.

More than 30% of the demon fairies in the demon race have the ability to change the world. With a wave of their sleeves, they can turn the desert into an oasis, dead trees into spring, and stagnant water into life.

What's more, they can control the weather, making the four seasons like spring, with wind, frost, rain and snow all going as they wish, bringing unprecedented prosperity and prosperity to the demon clan's territory.

On the other hand, the human race has been defending the nine heavens and ten earths, and their strength has always been suppressed. Their former glory has become a thing of the past.

More than 80% of the resources for cultivation are controlled by 20% of the top immortal sects and true families. The uneven distribution of resources has led to increasingly intensified conflicts within the human race, making the path of cultivation increasingly difficult.

Many immortals with extraordinary talents eventually died because they could not get enough resource support, and the overall strength of the human race stagnated as a result.

During these five hundred years, although the human race had many heroes who tried to turn the tide, they often seemed powerless in the face of the demon race's growing power.

The human immortals began to seek new breakthroughs, exploring ancient texts, looking for secret methods or artifacts that could reverse the situation, but most attempts ended in failure, and hope was like a candle in the wind, swaying and about to go out.

Finally one day, when the class contradictions of the human race reached their peak, Xuanyuan Lang, the son of the Human Emperor, stood up and wanted to overthrow the rule of the Heavenly Emperor Xuanyuan Wuji, in the name of reform, to revive the glory of the human race.

During the more than one thousand years that he was held hostage by the demon tribe, he witnessed the entire process of the demon tribe's rise to its peak, and deeply understood the secret behind the demon tribe's strength - the world is for all, resources are shared, the strong help the weak, and everyone seeks common development.

"Rebellious son, I asked you to marry with the demon race, but you had ulterior motives and intended to subvert the foundation of our human race!" Xuanyuan Wuji's voice roared above the nine heavens, his anger like thunder, resounding through the clouds.

However, Xuanyuan Lang stood before the human heroes, his eyes firm and unwavering.

“Father Emperor, if it wasn’t me today, it would have been someone else. The decline of the human race is not a one-day thing. It is actually caused by the monopoly of resources and the evils of injustice.” Although his voice was not as powerful as that of the Emperor of Heaven, every word was sonorous and resounding.

"We were born in adversity and grew up in hardships. How can we sit back and watch the human race sink? The rise of the demon race is not only due to the power of blood, but also to its way of sharing and prosperity."

"I wish to emulate this and reform the old system of the human race so that resources are distributed fairly and the strong lead the weak, so that we can all achieve prosperity together."

The thousands and thousands of human immortals behind Xuanyuan Lang felt their hearts surge with unprecedented light in their eyes when they heard his words.

The long-accumulated dissatisfaction and despair seemed to have found an outlet at this moment, turning into a raging fire in support of change.

"Your Highness Xuanyuan is right!" Immortal Xuande raised his arms and shouted. He was an old and highly respected immortal among the human race. He had witnessed the glorious past of the human race and was also saddened by its current decline.

"We are willing to follow His Highness and embark on the road of reform and fight for the future of the human race!"

"We also wish to do so!"

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The voices of response spread like a tide, and the human immortals expressed their willingness to follow Xuanyuan Lang to overthrow the old order and establish a new and fair human society.

Unfortunately, the road to reform has never been smooth.

After Xuanyuan Wuji learned of this, he quickly mobilized the power of Heaven and sent various immortal generals to quickly suppress this "rebellion."

Millions of heavenly soldiers and generals are like dark clouds pressing down on the border. Although there are many immortals in the human race, due to the long-term monopoly of resources by the immortal families, most of them are weak and seem particularly vulnerable when facing the power of heaven.

"Rebellious son, if you surrender, I will spare your life. Otherwise, today will be the end of your human race's rebellion!"

"Father Emperor, the true doomsday is to sit back and watch injustice and corruption. Today, I have made up my mind. I am willing to sacrifice my life for the future of the human race and fight for a glimmer of hope!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the human immortals behind him responded one after another. Some of them held swords, while others made hand gestures. Although there was a huge gap in their strength, their wills were as strong as iron, and they were determined to use their flesh and blood to fight against the seemingly unshakable power of Heaven.

The battle was about to break out, the sky and the earth changed color, and thunder roared, as if foreshadowing an unprecedented major change.

Xuanyuan Lang held in his hand a long sword forged using a secret method recorded in the ancient texts of the human race. A faint green glow flowed through the sword, which was a symbol of the power of faith of thousands of immortals of the human race.

He stood tall in front of the battle, his eyes showing both determination and compassion. He knew well how difficult this battle would be, but he also held the belief that he would win.

"My fellow countrymen, today's battle is not for personal honor or disgrace, but to fight for a fair and bright future for future generations! Let us prove with our actions that the blood of the human race is still hot and the soul of the human race is immortal!"

These words raised the morale of the followers of the immortal to its peak. They forgot about life and death, and only had a desire for freedom and fairness in their hearts.

At this moment, both the disciples of the immortal sect and the immortals put aside their past grudges, united as one, and faced the powerful enemy together.

The battle was extremely brutal. The heavenly soldiers and generals possessed powerful immortal powers and magic weapons, while the human immortals relied on their unyielding will and tacit cooperation with each other.

They resolved crises time and time again, and although they suffered heavy casualties, their front was never completely defeated.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, Xuanyuan Lang suddenly performed a forbidden technique, which was a secret technique he had secretly learned from the ancient books of the demon tribe while he was held hostage by the demon tribe.

As he chanted the spell, a huge gate of light appeared in the sky, and an ancient and pure power surged out of it.

That was the light of protection left behind by the ancient ancestors of the human race. It covered the immortals on the battlefield with a layer of invisible armor, instantly doubling their combat effectiveness.

"This is... the light of the Yellow Emperor! Xuanyuan Lang can actually awaken such power!" Zhenren Xuande exclaimed, his eyes full of shock.