The grandeur of the words "Heavenly Court" was indeed immense. The history of Pangu Continent had permanently recorded this term—even some weak civilizations inexplicably possessed related legends.
Such was the mystical influence a name could bring.
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Court Myth had failed to achieve final victory.
"Which era did this myth come from?" the old Serpentfolk asked.
"Naturally, the Third Era, the Era of Yao..." one of the Crystal People said. "According to ancient historical records, the demons of that time also participated in building the Heavenly Court Myth."
"They were responsible for deploying the most elite combat power. They wanted to forge the yao into the sharpest blade. Those terrifying great yao could indeed contend against the nether for quite some time. They could even unleash extraordinarily high combat power and dismember the nether temporarily."
"It was just a pity that the yao at the Primal Myth level... proved cowardly at the crucial moment.
"Huh?""
"That battle inflicted devastating losses. Many extremely powerful abilities were destroyed."
"That was why the yao had been judged as worthless trash, a massive failed product."
Everyone fell silent. Even the two people who had been cursing each other stopped their frenzied antics.
After a long while, someone finally spoke in disbelief. "How could that happen?"
The large Crystal Person shook his head. "History contains only a single sentence about it, but who knows the tangled details... Perhaps the lower ranks had already rotted away, or perhaps the upper ranks had become corrupt as well. That was why the Myth of Yao committed such an absurd act."
These Crystal People really were like museums. They knew a little about everything. They truly deserved their title as living-fossil-level aliens.
Besides, what did it matter if their status allowed them to pass judgment on the