In the tranquil and peaceful Human Ancestral Land, the first rays of dawn cast a soft glow across the vast expanse. Wisps of cooking smoke rose slowly from humble, life-filled huts, weaving through the crisp air and cloaking the entire Ancestral Land in a hazy veil.
Su Yu, the Martial Ancestor and leader of the human race, stood quietly on a small hillside. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked down at the vibrant scene below. He stood tall, his black robes fluttering in the breeze, and his deep eyes were filled with expectations for the future of humanity. The gentle wind brushed past, stirring his hair, yet a trace of anxiety lingered on his face, as if he were worried about the destiny that lay ahead for his people.
Suddenly, a piece of news hit like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, shattering the tranquility. A human scout, moving with hurried steps and a panicked expression, sprinted toward Su Yu, gasping for air. Reaching him, the scout knelt on one knee, cupped his hands in a salute, and said anxiously, "Lord Su Yu, word has just arrived: the Demon Emperor Dijun will wed the Goddess Xihe in three hundred years. All the great beings of the Primordial World have received invitations."
Chapter 59