The Birth of the Three Realms

The past was like smoke, gradually fading away.

As he stared at the red and blue Soul Pearls floating before him, Demon Ape Venerable could no longer suppress his excitement.

He had searched for this for a very, very long time—so long that he had long forgotten how many years had passed. The Second Realm had undergone vast changes, and many things were no longer the same.

Yet he had never abandoned the obsession in his heart: resurrecting his deceased clansmen.

At this moment, he knew that his clansmen were about to return to life.

Although he now had nearly ten million descendants, deep in Demon Ape Venerable's heart, the only ones he acknowledged as his clansmen were the Demon Ape Clan members slain by the Corpse God.

The current Demon Ape Clan was merely a substitute, at least making him feel less alone.

Taking a deep breath, Demon Ape Venerable gradually calmed down. His raised arm passed through the clouds and grasped the two Soul Pearls before abruptly crushing them.

A vast surge of soul power immediately swept outward, forcing even Demon Ape Venerable to take a step back.

Fortunately, the Soul Pearls had shattered above the clouds and did not affect the area below.

Demon Ape Venerable then closed his eyes and began guiding the soul power into his hands.

He had rehearsed the process of reforging his clansmen countless times in his mind. To practice, he had even created many races.

It could be said that Demon Ape Venerable was already extremely familiar with all of this.

Once all the surrounding soul power had been drawn between his hands, Demon Ape Venerable suddenly opened his eyes and let out a roar toward the distance.

His roar sent wave after wave of sound rippling through the air, parting