Among this group of the Human Race, there are some cultivators whose cultivation is even lower than the present cultivators in the Star Sea, and some whose realms are somewhat unstable.
But, they deserve this bow.
This is what the Human Race owes them. If they had been reincarnated among the Witch and Demon Clans, they might have had a chance at becoming Great Saints, but now they can only endure thousands of years of darkness and loneliness to seek that almost unseen glimmer of hope.
Zhao Fu stood at the forefront, looking at these ancestors, filled with emotion.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the Nascent Souls of today introduced the experiences and paths of these past thousands of years.
A dozen or more rays of light escorted thirty-four figures away from the Dragon Palace.
The nine predecessors who had lost their breath will also have a funeral conducted with the highest specifications of the Human Race.
[On this day, the Star Sea Race welcomed thirty-four ancestors.]
