Xi looked at Chu and sighed.
In every era, there would be geniuses rising among the human race.
However, most of them were short-lived.
The ten ancestors of the human race were not the strongest.
It was just that their luck was stronger, and they had more tricks up their sleeves, which allowed them to survive.
In the past, there were people who surpassed them in terms of talent, cultivation and combat strength. However, they all ended up short-lived like fireworks.
The human race had never lacked geniuses. What they lacked were experts strong enough to protect the growth of the prodigies of the younger generation.
How many young geniuses of the human race had Chu and the other ancestors protected?
In the end, how many people had managed to develop and grow stronger?
Only those lucky and fated ones had managed to do so.
This was why the human race was in a constant cycle of ups and downs.