They had risen to the pinnacle because of the Demon Race, and had nearly been extinguished along with its decline.
Ever since the Witch-Demon War came to an end, the Demon Race had suffered grievous losses, its foundations collapsing, no longer possessing its former grandeur.
As the imperial line of Golden Crows, the supreme bloodline of the Demon Race, their last remaining bloodline had already been severed during the Witch-Demon War.
The two Demon Emperors had even self-detonated their Divine Souls in that calamity, their bodies and souls both obliterated.
From then on, the Golden Crow Clan had been completely erased from the heavens and earth of the Great Desolation, leaving behind not the slightest trace.
Could it be... that after countless ages, a Golden Crow had actually been born once more within the Great Desolation?
The instant the thought arose, Ying Zheng's heart gave a violent jolt!
If it was truly so, then the upheaval to come would very likely directly affect the Human Race.
One had to know that Golden Crows were born wielding the authority of the Demon Race; they were the Heaven-ordained sovereigns of demonkind.
Coupled with the majesty and means displayed by the two Demon Emperors when they had ruled over all demons, once this newborn Golden Crow emerged, so long as it was willing to raise an arm and call out, the ancient Demon Race remnants scattered throughout the Great Desolation would likely pledge themselves beneath its banner in an instant.
Moreover, the Golden Crow line had always cultivated the Imperial Dao—the supreme path founded upon ruling over Myriad Spirits and suppressing the eight wildernesses.
If it truly wished to cultivate this path to completion, then the Human Race, which now held the orthodox authority of the Three Realms, would be an iron gate