Overnight, the Human Race had risen to the summit of the Primordial Wilderness, standing above all races—
Such a drastic upheaval was bound to stir waves in the hearts of countless races.
Many races said nothing aloud, yet inwardly they were filled with resentment: the Human Race had merely risen a little earlier and enjoyed slightly better fortune. In terms of innate foundations, heritage, and battle prowess, they might not surpass them by much. Why should they sit upon the throne as lord of the Three Realms?
Given enough time, if the Human Race failed to display a sufficiently convincing force of deterrence, that resentment would quietly grow, undercurrents surging beneath the surface, until it finally brewed disaster—
Sooner or later, someone would be unable to restrain themselves, tear away all pretenses, and bare their fangs at the Human Race.
Thus, to safeguard the Human Race's foundation and preserve its authority over the Three Realms, the most crucial link was forging an iron-blooded army that none could shake.
Only when the soldiers of Great Qin had weathered a hundred battles and swept aside all before them, winning renown through one brutal battle after another and making all the races of the Primordial Wilderness submit wholeheartedly, would those harboring dark intentions dare not act rashly. Even if they still made their calculations in secret, they could only crush them down hard, not daring to reveal them.
This was the path the Human Heavenly Court most needed to tread steadily at present.
Human hearts differed; that was simply the natural order.
Even Heavenly Dao Saints, seated high above the nine heavens and looking down upon Myriad Spirits, were powerless to overturn this iron law.
Though Saints were said to be capable of overturning heaven and earth and remaking the cosmos, to truly