The matters between Lu Yuan and the Maha Ancient Clan had, for the time being, come to an end.
But that did not mean the Myriad Heavens had become peaceful.
The Myriad Heavens were vast—truly vast.
They contained more than ten thousand continents.
Every single one was no smaller than the Dou Qi Continent.
Not to mention the Ten Great Supercontinents.
The Maha Ancient Clan was merely a very, very small part of it all.
It was simply a family occupying one of the more than ten thousand continents mentioned above.
And not all of those ten thousand continents belonged to humans.
Thirty percent belonged to the Beast Race.
Thirty percent belonged to the Holy Clan.
Only the remaining forty percent belonged to humanity.
At most, the Maha Ancient Clan was equivalent to one four-thousandth of humanity.
But compared to humanity as a whole,
that one four-thousandth was still far too insignificant.
Speaking of this, it was necessary to mention the Maha Ancient Clan's subsequent reaction.
To be fair, the Maha Ancient Clan truly did not dare to make any moves behind the scenes, because they could not be sure whether Lu Yuan would use that as an excuse to attack their clan again. After all, throughout the history of the Myriad Heavens, although Lu Yuan had never done anything so morally bankrupt, others had. There had even been those who staged such things themselves, arranging for their own people to attack them, preferably in public, before dumping the blame onto their enemies and gaining a legitimate reason to act. At the end of the day, sometimes an enemy admitting defeat too quickly was not necessarily a good thing, because one had to consider everyone else's feelings. Knowing when to stop was the mainstream value upheld openly in the Myriad