Fate was boiling.
Human Race Fortune and Demon Race Fortune intertwined and battled at this moment, bringing forth a scene from fate itself.
At this moment, the Human Race Heavenly Dao and Human Race Fortune were boiling.
Since ancient times, the human race had been renowned for compiling histories.
Every generation of immortal dynasties compiled histories for the previous era, recording in detail all that had happened. The stance of those histories was inevitably biased toward the human race, but important events would certainly be recorded. Among them, Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was written about time and time again, stabbing at the hearts of sword cultivators again and again.
Even now, every Sword Dao Sect with a certain depth of inheritance knew one thing.
In a certain era, a demon cultivator as insignificant as a weed had broken through head-on from the strongest point of the human race's inherited profession, the sword cultivator, and become a Sword Emperor.
This supreme humiliation had always been deeply remembered by the human race.
The Human Race Heavenly Dao and Human Race Fortune had also always remembered it. The Human Race Heavenly Dao held grudges exceedingly well and had never forgotten history.
And now, the Human Race Heavenly Dao had finally caught another aberration of the demon race, successfully luring the Demon Race Heavenly Dao into investing vast amounts of fortune and countless possibilities into this demon race aberration.
Fate seemed to boil at this moment.
Jiang Ding slightly closed his eyes, then opened them again, revealing a blood-red greed that sent chills down one's spine.
At this moment, the power of the Human Race Heavenly Dao was more concentrated than ever before.
At this moment, Jiang Ding seemed to see through the future and glimpse the past of a Demon Race True Immortal born