"After today, there will be no Divine Spirit Valley left in this world!"
With the full moon hanging overhead, a deep, cold voice rang across the Northern Region. "If the Ten Ferocious Races refuse to admit their mistakes like Divine Spirit Valley did, then their entire races shall likewise be exterminated."
The battle at Divine Spirit Valley had come to an end, but those words continued to echo throughout the entire Northern Region. All the powerful figures who had been watching the battle were deeply shaken.
In Divine City of the Northern Region, Wang Teng was stunned when he learned of everything. He had never imagined that Divine Spirit Valley, which possessed the momentum of ruling the world, would be destroyed just like that. When he thought of how closely he had been connected to Divine Spirit Valley, he felt a chill run through his heart.
He silently summoned two lifeforms. They had originally been servants Divine Spirit Valley had given him, but now they had become the source of disaster. With the deaths of these two Primordial Lifeforms, Divine Spirit Valley, this Ancient Race, had completely become history on the Big Dipper.
Within Divine City of the Northern Region, a slovenly Daoist with disheveled hair and an ancient Daoist robe held a wine jar in his hand, reeking of alcohol. "Divine Spirit Valley? Divine Spirit Valley is nothing but trash. Good riddance! Fine wine!"
The people around him were terrified. This lord was the prince of an Ancient Race—the Shencan Daoren of Divine Silkworm Ridge. He could say such things without consequence, but if they stayed beside him, they might well get themselves into trouble.
In the Northern Region, Blood Phoenix Mountain stood lofty and cloud-piercing, impervious to ten thousand tribulations. Its entire body was crimson, as though dyed