The development of the human race has fallen into a bottleneck so far.

Only by giving birth to an emperor who commands everything of the human race, leads the human race to the flood and famine, and competes for hegemony with all races, can we get one step closer.

It's just that the flood at this time is the most prosperous and brilliant era.

There are as many golden immortals as there are stars, and the quasi-saint power is all over the wilderness, and all kinds of great supernatural powers gather to suppress the universe.

Even saints dare not call themselves invincible!

In this era of strong men, the strength of Da Luo Jin Xian is a little insufficient. If you want to be the emperor, you are not qualified. At the very least, it has to be a quasi-saint powerhouse.

With the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortal, if it is put in the future generations, it will naturally be more than enough. But at this time, if this matter spreads, it will inevitably cause people to laugh.

Feng Zichen, as well as the human race, will also become the laughing stock of the desolation.

He didn't want to!

Therefore, Feng Zichen borrowed the Innate Supreme Treasure Qiankun Ding from Nuwa, wanting to create a quasi-saint-level human throne.

Of course, the luck of the human race now is far from reaching the level of the later generations, which envelops the entire desolation. In terms of its current power, it can only support a master of the Da Luo Jin Immortal level for the human race.

If you want to go one step further and become a quasi-saint powerhouse, the luck of the human race will be powerless.

However, for this, Feng Zichen was not worried at all.

Not enough luck?

Don't be afraid, merit will be raised!

Nowadays, Feng Zichen's body is the most important thing to lack is Xuanhuang merit.

He already has a body of merit, that is, he has created a merit aura, and this kind of top-level acquired treasure has a little surplus.

What's more, after establishing the Innate Sword Dao, the Heavenly Dao descended boundless merits. In this way, Feng Zichen's Xuanhuang merits are even more incredible.

If all these merits are refined, not to mention reaching the state of the Great Perfection of the Quasi-Saint, it will not be difficult to become a Quasi-Saint in the later stage.

Using the merits of Xuanhuang combined with the luck of the human race, coupled with the many treasures on his body, the great power of humanity is used as the fire, and the original qi is the fuel.

In the Innate Supreme Treasure Qiankun Ding, a human throne comparable to a quasi-saint is refined.

This is Feng Zichen's plan.

At that time, Nuwa asked him what he wanted, and he almost blurted out that he wanted the innate Taiyin origin, but at a glance, he saw the merit behind him.

At that time, this bold idea suddenly and irrepressibly appeared in his heart, and it intensified, so that he couldn't help but change his mouth and borrow it.

Since merit is useless to oneself, why not use it to refine a person comparable to a quasi-saint, so that the human race can be passed on from generation to generation, and the inheritance of the human race will not be lost?

There is a quasi-saint person, no matter how the general trend is ups and downs, the human race will always have a quasi-saint in charge, and it may not be possible to dominate the flood and famine. But sticking to one side, there is absolutely no problem.

Quasi-saints, in any era, are overlord-like figures.

"Heh......"

With a deep sigh, Feng Zichen forced out the Terran Qi luck in his body.

Suddenly, a flame shrouded in five-colored brilliance appeared beside him, shining with divine light and exuding shocking power.

"Go!"

Pointing at the fire, Feng Zichen beat it into the Qiankun Ding.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he suddenly grabbed ahead, and the void shattered, and wisps of light appeared, and the voice of all souls prayed to him.

This is the power of incense wishes, which contains the good wishes of countless people to the human race. Since the birth of the human race, it has existed endlessly.

Now, Feng Zichen took it and used it as the main ingredient for refining the human throne.

After taking the incense wish power, Feng Zichen sank down and urged the power of the sword with all his strength to forcibly shake the long river of fate.

Thundered!

After a loud bang, the long-calm river of fate changed again.

The whole stretch of the river shook violently, setting off boundless waves, wave after wave. I don't know how many people's lives have been disturbed and their fate has changed.

Suddenly, in the depths of the long river of fate, a small tributary emerged, emitting a misty white light, not dazzling, warm and soft, slowly flowing to an unknown place.

It is a river of destiny that belongs to the human race alone, one of the countless tributaries of the long river of destiny, and the fate of all the people of the human race converges here.

"Out!"

The majestic divine thought surged out, slammed into the tributary, and the river flew up, and a Hongdae spirit emerged.

That spirit, vigorous and upward, exudes the belief of unremitting self-improvement, and shakes people's hearts.

It is the immortal belief and immortal spirit of the human race, and as soon as it appears, it leaps high from the long river of fate, crosses the boundless void, and pours into the Qiankun Ding.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The luck of the human race, the power of incense, and the spirit of the human race, the three converged in the Qiankun Ding, entangled with each other, and fused with each other, producing a strange power.

thus breaking the blockade of Qiankun Ding and spreading out of the chaos.

It seems to have shaken the universe, the chaos outside the sky is trembling, there is a human brilliance flickering, and the mighty power appears out of thin air, exploding, turning into a raging fire, burning towards the Qiankun Ding.

This is the fire of humanity!

"Good!"

Seeing this, Feng Zichen was excited in his heart, and hurriedly took off the merits behind him and threw them all into the Qiankun Ding.

Then, with a flip of his hand, he took out the merit aura, crushed it, and smashed it into the Qiankun Ding.

As far as Feng Zichen is concerned, the strongest means of self-protection in the past, the merit aura, has long been useless. It is not of much use to keep it in his hands, it is better to integrate into the human throne to strengthen his power.

"When ......"

Under the calcination of the fire of humanity, even the Qiankun Ding is constantly trembling, and the power of creation is pouring out endlessly, as if it wants to recreate the world and repeat the world.

Under the oppression of the power of creation, the four tangible and intangible forces converged into a ball, constantly compressed, and gradually took on a physical substance, revealing a humane atmosphere.

"It's not enough!"

Seeing the change in the luck of the human race, Feng Zichen first frowned dissatisfied. Then, as if thinking of something, he reached out and grabbed at the ancestral land of the human race.

And in the sky above the Terran Ancestral Temple, there is a purple gold divine dragon bathed in the light of the purple star, constantly devouring the dragon qi of the eight directions, slowly growing.

This is the emperor's qi, it is the fusion of the dragon vein qi and the purple micro starlight, and the strongest force in the world is born, which can isolate ten thousand paths, wear down mana, and destroy all supernatural powers.

As an emperor, when he is as brilliant as the sun and has supreme majesty, how can he not be accompanied by the spirit of the emperor?

Therefore, thinking of this, Feng Zichen moved, and made a move from the chaos outside the sky, detaining this emperor's qi and breaking into the human emperor personality that was about to take shape.

That's not all, on the Ziwei Star, Feng Zichen's innate immortal true spirit forcibly separated a part of the origin of the Ziwei Star and sent it to the Qiankun Ding.