The moment Rong Luo revealed her identity, the atmosphere froze once more.
Mo Ye's hostility toward Rong Luo had been rising steadily. Her narrowed eyes fixed on Rong Luo, filled with wariness.
Whether they were demons or humans, no matter how deep the grievances between them ran, both sides shared a common enemy—the gods!
If the demons and humans were bound by grievances and struggles over territory,
then the gods and the myriad races were locked in a life-or-death struggle. Until one side was destroyed, the battle would never end!
Both sides knew that no matter who won or lost between the two worlds in the end, either side would still have the strength to establish a foothold.
The only difference was the size of their territory, or how uncomfortable they felt with the rules governing the other side's world.
But to them, the gods represented the destruction of their races and slavery!
They absolutely refused to return to the past—to the Ancient Times, when human lives were worth less than weeds.
Therefore, after the ancient war, no matter how unreasonable, tyrannical, and overbearing the dragon race was in Dragon Cry Continent, the dragons still had one ironclad rule: if the gods ever reappeared, they were to be suppressed at any cost!
Mo Ye had still been young then and did not understand the meaning of the Ancestral Teachings. In Mo Ye's eyes, the gods had already perished and would never emerge again.
But after their revival ten thousand years later, after Mo Ye reached the Upper Five Realms, she had faintly begun to feel that the great calamity of the world might be approaching.
Yet even Matchmaker Old Man was vague about such a calamity, because the war between the two worlds could also be considered a great calamity