Time was more lacking than ever for Ye Xiwen. The opening of the Creation Road was imminent, and the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor and that mysterious Heavenly Fire God Lord seemed to be nearing the end of their seclusion as well. Before that string of events unfolded, Ye Xiwen needed to make himself strong enough.
Only then could he face the dangers rushing in one after another.
Although Ye Xiwen had entered secluded cultivation, the outside world had fallen into an eerie calm because of that earth-shaking battle.
As the victors of the war between the two races, the human race had shown no intention of pressing their advantage. Instead, they had simply withdrawn their troops. Many had originally expected them to charge into the Devouring Sky Demon Race's territory and occupy at least one or two of its great provinces. That was the most basic reward belonging to a victor; no one would have found fault with it.
Moreover, with the legendary Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor looming in the background, no one dared harbor further designs. Thus, everyone had hoped that Ye Xiwen would continue acting as the one to stick his neck out and deal with the Devouring Sky Demon Race.
Though the internal struggles within the Creation God Dynasty were kept within a certain range by its officials, in terms of sheer brutality, they were not inferior in the slightest to wars between the Creation God Dynasty and foreign realms.
The rise and fall of races had always been commonplace.
Who would have thought that the human race would act as though they had not heard any of those expectations? They had withdrawn cleanly, then laid down layer upon layer of defenses along the border. Having learned the bitter lesson of one billion humans being snatched away