In the Eastern Primordial World, the Witch Clan, Demon Clan, and Human Race stood in a three-way balance. Many incidents occurred along the borders of the three factions. Demons greatly benefited from eating humans, while Human Race cultivators killed demons for their flesh. The hatred between both sides continued to deepen.
The Human Race multiplied at a rate beyond imagination. Among the Demon Clan, there were countless creatures that ate raw flesh and drank blood.
In this brutal struggle where the weak were prey to the strong, both sides had grown accustomed to it. Neither side was wrong in the evolution of heaven and earth, and the Human Race had also seized much of the Demon Clan's territory.
Within Grand Unity Palace, Li Fan watched this scene with a deeply furrowed brow. Things had gone somewhat off course. The Demon Clan's Immortal Path Cultivators and the Human Race's Immortal Path Cultivators had actually reached an understanding and were carrying out regular harvests.
Humanity Dao was indeed ever-changing. The human heart was forever unfathomable. It all came down to profit.
Even Nuwa at the East Sea Shore could hardly bear to watch. She sighed heavily within her heart. The Human Race with those innocent, bewildered eyes at their birth was gone. Everything had changed, though it felt like only yesterday.
Becoming immortal was not friendly to most of the Human Race. No matter what kind of resources they were, they were limited. But even if everyone became a Golden Immortal, so what? Which step, from Taiyi Golden Immortal to Grand Unity Golden Immortal, did not require massive amounts of resources? Each level suppressed the one below it. Even after the Three Pure Ones became Saints, there was still conflict among them.
You became what you ate. It truly suited the evolution