By the time the crowd dispersed, it was already the middle of the night. Surrounded by everyone, White Night joined a carnival bonfire after a 60-year absence.

On the bonfire, he was pulled by the crowd to sing and dance, and more often did some games and actions that he didn't know what the meaning was...... However, it was this ordinary behavior of not using the slightest mana and not having the slightest trace of the Divine Passage Method, but it gave him a supreme experience that could not be described by any supernatural power.

When he returned to the house with the Fusiliers, he still wanted to go back again and continue the bonfire that had ended!

"Well, don't you think you're willing to die here?" asked the Suiren clan as he sat on the stone bench and smiled.

The corners of Bai Ye's mouth raised, and his voice was slow but firm: "Yes, even if you die here, you are willing!"

The flint laughed, and the laughter was full of satisfaction and pleasure.

After a while, he stopped laughing, and said with a faint smile on his face: "Okay, I still want to live, and watch the Terran grow stronger! Die, this is not the time to think about it now! Come, you ask, I will tell you the most critical situation of the Terran!"

When Bai Ye heard this, he instantly lost his smile and looked solemn. He understands that the Suiren Clan is now open to everyone, and he has to explain his most critical and important matter that is vital to the life and death of the human race!

Without thinking, he asked directly, "How many monks do we have now, and what rank are they?"

If you don't have strength, everything is for nothing--the whole three-legged golden crow clan is only three members, but they are the top race of the flood wilderness! Tree spirits and stone monsters are all over the flood wilderness, but they are humble characters that can be suppressed at will!

Compared to the terrifying growth rate of the Terrans, and the astonishing numbers, the number and rank of the monks are the real issues related to the core of the Terrans!

The Suiren clan obviously attached great importance to this question, and the answer was already clear in his chest, so he replied without thinking about it: "The human race is now fully cultivated, but only three thousand and five can break through the mortal beings and reach the true immortal rank, only sixteen have reached the heavenly immortal rank, and even fewer have reached the Xuan Immortal rank, only one!"

After that, the Suiren clan added: "This is the statistics up to yesterday." Once someone makes a rank breakthrough, they must return to the Terran Center that night and report to me!"

The white night was written down one by one, and the heart pondered.

600,000 human races, growing up to 3,000 and 5 true immortals, the probability is about 5 in 1,000. Although this probability seems very small, from the overall perspective of the flood wilderness, it is simply too high!

Although there are hundreds of millions of living beings in the desolation, how many of them can truly become immortals and advance to true immortals? How many spiritual creatures have even opened their spiritual wisdom, but they have never been able to transform into forms?

Although it is not as good as those innate and powerful divine beasts and innate races, the human race is already extremely good!

And three thousand and five true immortals, growing sixteen heavenly immortals, the probability is also maintained at five in a thousand, even higher than the previous one!

The higher the rank of the monk, the smaller the number of people, and the lower the chance of advancement, this is the truth of the desolate world! But now, the human race has not followed this truth!

This undoubtedly shows that the immortals are not the end of the human race! The human race still has potential to be tapped!

Maybe it's Xuanxian, maybe it's Taiyi. Even, it may be Da Luo, or it may be above Da Luo...... White Night doesn't dare to think about it anymore!

However, after pondering for a moment, he still took the initiative to ask: "Chief, among the true immortals, how many human races are in the first batch? How many are among the heavenly immortals? Which one is that Xuan Immortal?"

The Suiren clan still immediately replied: "Among the three thousand and five true immortals, the first batch of human races accounts for two thousand and eight, and among the sixteen heavenly immortals, all of them are the first batch of human races!"

Bai Yexin said: Sure enough!

Although they are both Terrans, the first batch of Terrans created by Nuwa and the second batch of Terrans born by the combination of Terrans must not be the same!

Nuwa created people using her own bloodline, and there are nine heavens of rest, as well as other creative vitality and precious materials collected from heaven and earth...... Isn't this kind of effort idle? Being piled up with so many precious materials from the desolation and netherworld, the wonders of the human race's body can be imagined!

Although the bloodline of the later Terrans remained unchanged and was fundamentally the same, it was after all the first generation of Terrans who survived in the flood for twenty years before they were born. Although the flood is full of innate aura and full of vitality, it is not as good as the pure high-grade materials of the first generation of human races...... In terms of physical hardware conditions, the first generation of Terrans is undoubtedly a little higher than the subsequent Terrans!

Plus twenty more years...... This gap was magnified exponentially, and finally became the current situation!

"As for that Xuan Immortal...... Boy, you will be very surprised by her identity!" Suiren smiled and took the initiative to ask, "It's this little girl!"

When Bai Ye heard this, the joy of learning about the situation of the human race slowly faded, and was replaced by deep eyes and a complex look.

"What's the matter?

The Suiren clan was very strange: he thought that Bai Ye should be surprised and happy when he heard the news! There was both unbelievable and heartfelt excitement! Why shouldn't it be this expression in front of him!

Just when he felt incredible, Bai Ye said quietly: "It's okay. Chief, let's go on! How did we survive the Lich War more than a month ago?"

When the Suiren clan heard this, he temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and briefly recounted what happened some time ago.

"Nuwa Niangniang's Mountains and Rivers Society Diagram...... Bai Ye pondered and asked, "Are there any other spiritual treasures?"

The Fusiliers frowned and replied, "No." I haven't found it, and I haven't heard anyone say anything about it!"

Bai Ye's heart sank slightly, and his brows furrowed: What is the Taishang Sage......

"What, what's wrong?" the Suiren clan vaguely realized a little, and took the initiative to ask, "Whose spirit treasure are you talking about, should he take the action to protect it?"

Bai Ye didn't answer, he just shook his head cautiously and told the Suiren clan the answer with a stern gaze.

The Suiren frowned, but finally said nothing.

After a while, the Suiren took the initiative to say, "I've had a strange premonition lately. It's a bit ridiculous, but it's always hovering in my mind, as if it's going to happen in the future!

Although the Suiren clan said ridiculous words, Bai Ye saw an unprecedented solemnity in his expression, and immediately put aside all kinds of thoughts about the Taishang Saint and hurriedly asked.

"Chief, you come and hear it!"

The Suiren clan pursed their lips and said slowly: "I always feel that the demon clan that dominates the flood will be unfavorable to the human race! They seem to want to kill the human race and exterminate the dead race!"

White Night Horror!

(To be continued)