This is not a small project, but a huge undertaking.

Only by fundamentally solving the problems of the human race can we have a chance to compete with the immortals.

Moreover, as for the Heavenly Palace behind the Immortal Gate, Old Liu once said, there are still hundreds of thousands of remnants of the immortal clan. If the Wilderness had not involved a large number of the main combat forces of the immortal clan, the Xuan Realm would probably have been destroyed long ago.

Therefore, if we want to change, we must start from the top.

Another point is that the human race in the Xuan Realm is not a monolithic entity. Distinguishing between friend and foe is an extremely important yet difficult task.

The human heart is hard to predict.

The more he thought about it, the more pressure Xu Feng felt.

When he occasionally stopped, he would always laugh at himself, asking if he was resisting too much and taking himself too seriously.

However, thinking of the hopes of the human race that he shouldered and the trust and protection that the Xuanjie monks had in him, he strengthened his belief.

No matter what the final result is, as long as Xu Feng has a clear conscience, it's fine.

After Qingdan wakes up, he plans to enter Xuanmeng directly. It is time to use the seed he planted.

"First, we need to determine the number of top masters in the Immortal Clan. My mother and the others will investigate the Heavenly Palace, and I will investigate the Mysterious Realm. No matter where the top masters are, they will definitely need a lot of cultivation resources. This is a clue that can be investigated."

'Mother said that the way of heaven has changed. Let's not talk about the Xuanjie cultivators for now. Even the pseudo-immortal race will be affected, but not as much as the human race. To maintain the cultivation of half-step Daoxu, with their incomplete skills, they need a lot of immortal essence.'

'So besides practicing, what other methods do these immortals have to obtain a large amount of immortal essence?'

Xu Feng suddenly remembered the golden beans in his hand that he had obtained after refining the immortal essence, as well as the source of everything, that is, those people from the Xuanmeng who collected the corpses of human geniuses on the devil's side. Why did they do that?

At this moment, he had a vague guess, and felt more and more that this might be the fact.