For that very reason.
Although the Holy Clan's historical records were relatively complete, by the time most news from the Myriad Heavens reached them, it was already outdated.
Moreover, constrained by the Holy Clan's structure and distribution,
the Holy Clan's response was also exceedingly slow.
To put it bluntly, the Holy Clan currently lacked Heavenly Evil God as its leader. Several hundred thousand years had passed, and limited by both their cultivation ceiling and racial limits, the Holy Clan could not select another leader to serve as the Third Generation Saint God. Thus, the present Holy Clan could be said to possess no cohesion whatsoever.
Leaderless Dragons was the most fitting description.
Nothing could have been more appropriate.
After all, the Holy Clan's structure had always been rather loose.
Rather than calling them a single race,
it would be more accurate to say they were people from the same place.
They could not even truly be defined as people, because many branches of the Holy Clan possessed human bodies but had been transformed from other races. Perhaps demons and monsters was a more fitting term for them.
For these Holy Clan members,
their origins were exceptionally strange.
At the very beginning, their ancestors had been no different from wild beasts in the forest. Or rather, their ancestors had originally been forest beasts, merely one among countless creatures of the mountains and woods. Forget taking human form—they had not even possessed the most basic cultivation.
However, life was called a miracle precisely because life could evolve, and no one could determine the upper limit of evolution.
Over the long passage of time,
some had fortunately awakened intelligence before beginning to cultivate.
Others had first devoured the remains of powerful creatures, awakened power ahead of time, and only then developed intelligence—the exact