These corpses had, at the very least, attained the Dao. They exuded an immortal Divine Might; even after countless years of death, their bodies had not decayed, their undying majesty still surfacing.
From time to time, they even saw the corpses of God Kings floating upon the river, radiating supreme majesty as each dominated a stretch of river. Even after death, hierarchy among these deities remained sharply defined.
Among these corpses were experts of the Celestial Race and other races. Ye Xiwen even spotted the bodies of several exceedingly ancient races. Those ancient races no longer walked the world; they remained only in the painted images and diagrams recorded in certain classics.
Some had simply had their backbone broken during the second War Against the Heavens, nearly exterminated. Others had long been confirmed extinct, nowhere to be found in all the Myriad Realms.
The two Wars Against the Heavens had been so brutal that none throughout history could compare. Races that had always been immensely powerful, such as Dragon Island and the Ancient Phoenix World, had been grievously battered, while many weaker races had vanished like smoke and clouds, never to be found again.
"This truly is a battlefield from the War Against the Heavens!" Ye Xiwen said slowly. "Even the vanished races can be found here!"
The flames of the two Wars Against the Heavens had spread across the entire Myriad Realms. No one could escape them, and unknown battlefields could exist anywhere.
Although these corpses still shone with dazzling golden light, as majestic and inviolable as they had been in life, that golden radiance wrapped around an even denser aura of death that rushed straight at them.
The death aura of any one of these deities surpassed the death aura condensed from the deaths of hundreds of millions.