When the four women born ten million years ago set foot on the battlefield, they immediately displayed terrifying power.
She struck first, saving [King] and the strongest followers under him.
Then, leading [King] and his followers, she killed the strongest leaders of twelve races in one breath.
Then, before those beast races—or even the humans here—could react, their several hundred top experts crossed the wilderness and slaughtered one powerful beast-race expert after another.
They broke away from the human tribe, roaming everywhere and massacring everywhere.
Because every member was powerful, they moved with incredible speed.
Moreover, they did not fear being surrounded and killed.
In merely three or four years, they had slaughtered countless beast races until their armies crumbled beyond repair.
In the end, the beasts' alliance failed completely.
The beasts besieging the Human race retreated.
At this time, fewer than three people remained in the Human race tribe.
The Fire Pit's flame burned on.
When that woman returned to the Human race tribe with [King] and the other powerful experts, the entire tribe erupted in excitement.
They wanted to choose the woman to lead the tribe; even [King] declared his submission.
Yet the woman shook her head. "I only want to be a shaman!"
"You should govern the Human race!"
Then, disregarding everything else, she returned to Chu Qing's side and continued asking him about all kinds of runes.
Chu Qing found it interesting. He even vaguely felt that the opportunity Nangong and the others had spoken of—the next realm—was about to come true in this woman.
Thus, he taught the woman runes step by step.
Time flew like crows and rabbits racing through the sky.
Something unexpected happened to Chu Qing.
This woman actually began to age, just like everyone else.
A thousand years passed like this,