How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

As Wu Jie and his group left, the seals of the Four Symbols, Five Elements and Eight Trigrams on Lu Yan's body were quietly lifted.

Physical strength, true energy, soul light, and even the first-level gene lock that had not been used for many years were all in a state of mobilization, but Lu Yan was like an ordinary person who had suffered a heavy blow to the head. Dizzy, he leaned on the table leg and gasped for breath, with no trace of blood on his face.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about the great wish of the emperor, the plan of the heaven, the game between the two sides, and other grand bullshit. Lu Yan's mind was deeply occupied by one thing, which was: in the judgment standard of the prehistoric heaven, what kind of people are considered human?

Lu Yan knew very well that he couldn't deceive himself.

Wu Jie also understood this, so Wu Jie thought that Lu Yan was an object that could be united, so Wu Jie punctured the information cocoon compiled by Honghuang Tianting, and the guide Lu Yan realized the truth.

[The reincarnators in the main god space are all a group of human traitors who have injected the myriad races factor into their own genes. Human genes are sacred and holy, and they absolutely cannot tolerate being tainted by the myriad races factor. All humans who possess the myriad races factor should not belong to humans, but to the myriad races! ]

This was the external propaganda of Honghuang Heavenly Court, and it was also one of the reasons why Honghuang Heavenly Court labeled the Samsara Squad as a terrorist organization.

Lu Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with this statement before. Although he was peaceful by nature, he still had a strong desire to kill the Wanzu. He never thought there was anything wrong with killing the Wanzu, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with killing the human traitors who defected to the Wanzu. He just hated that his sword was not sharp enough and not fast enough when he killed the Wanzu!

However, if the reincarnator is a human traitor with the factor of the myriad races, then what about those humans who are born with the factor of the myriad races? What about those humans who may have never seen the real myriad races of the prehistoric world, but are born with the life factor of the myriad races in their bodies just because of the resonance of their fate?

For example, the humans living in the infected plane of the abyss, those humans who are forced to possess the life factors of all races, are they still considered human beings in the judgment of the Honghuang Heavenly Court?

What kind of status do those who are not considered human have in the process of refining the plane?

In those planes attacked by the Great Heavenly Army, how many humans did not have the genes of all races in their bodies?

Lu Yan had not experienced many large-scale plane wars, but that was only compared with the army of Honghuang Heaven that was mainly responsible for the plane wars.

He knew what those planes attacked by the Primordial Heaven were like. Most of those planes were corroded by the abyss, and the principles of civilization had been distorted. Lu Yan no longer needed to think about what the people living in those planes were like.

Lu Yan closed his eyes and tried to use his skills to suppress the panic that kept coming out of his heart, so that he would not continue to think wildly, but he found that something was stopping him from doing so; he wanted to mobilize his own soul, his own spiritual light to calm his spiritual storm, but he found that the thing appeared again, and made his soul shaky and about to collapse.

He closed his eyes, and in his dark vision he saw countless distorted human figures rushing towards him.

I covered my ears, and it seemed as if countless souls were screaming and wailing in my ears.

Take a deep breath, the spiritual energy that is everywhere between heaven and earth seems to be even bloodier than the Nine Nether Spring water deep in hell.

Crack! Something broke.

That was Lu Yan's soul, and Lu Yan's soul was shattered by something.

Lu Yan widened his eyes and saw clearly the thing that shattered his soul - his own conscience.

For a moment, a fog so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face surged in Lu Yan's heart. The fog surged in all directions, from his heart to his body, and finally enveloped Lu Yan's entire body. This fog was going to completely devour Lu Yan's heart and himself.

In the fog, Lu Yan only saw a hint of earthy black luster emerging from the shattered soul deep in his heart. In that luster, a faint but sacred light dispelled the fog that was about to occupy his heart.

The divine light was extremely weak, but it deterred the endless fog that seemed to be able to engulf the entire multiverse. The divine light was born in Lu Yan's heart and in Lu Yan's conscience. The light fell, protecting Lu Yan's broken soul and dispelling the fog that was enough to engulf the multiverse.

When the fog dissipated, the tea room was clean and tidy, as if Lu Yan had never existed, and as if the fog had never existed.

"Hey, come over here and see, he's awake."

The young man with a long sword on his back opened his eyes and looked at the three men in front of him: an ugly man with an iron cane, exuding a strong aura, and carrying a huge gourd on his back. A man with tattered clothes that couldn't even cover his chest, carrying a huge fan on his shoulders. There was also a white-haired old man who looked very old, holding a donkey that was also not young.

The young man subconsciously reached for the long sword on his back. There was no trace of spiritual light on the long sword, only a hint of pure yang energy.

"My name is Xuan, this is Li, and that is Guo." Seeing the young man wake up, the ugly strong man holding the iron crutch explained the whole story to him: "We found you in the cave of an ice monster. You are lucky. Are you an alien? Which tribe are you from? What's your name?"

"Donghua, I, I forgot."

The young man stammered as he answered the ugly strong man's words, and he was also trying to recall his own information, but he found that he could not remember anything, neither his identity nor his name.

"Donghua tribe, I haven't heard of it. You also followed the tribe to the human city, but encountered danger on the way and were separated. You also lost your memory, right? It's the same as me. I can't remember whether my name is Han Zhong or Li Quan."

Li, who was carrying a fan, sighed and said, "The Human Emperor Jiu Tou is carrying out the great wish of mankind and creating the world. He wants to go to war with the Heavenly Dao that has oppressed us humans for countless years. Although we are weak, we are also human beings. We should go to the battlefield and live and die with our fellow human beings in the whole prehistoric world."

"You have a sword on your back. It looks like your sword should be a treasure. Let's go together, as humans."

The young man nodded. Although he couldn't even remember his own name, he remembered one thing deeply: he was a human being!

"Oh, I have a name like this. That's the cave of ice monsters, and my tribe has the word 'ice' added to it. How about calling me Dongbing?"

"It's all right. Names are just code names. By the way, did you hurt your tongue? Or where else? Why are you speaking unclearly?" The old man riding the donkey said to the ugly strong man: "Xuan, don't you have medicine? Do you have any for Dongbin?"