Ancestor Minghe Mo was a microcosm.
He was a microcosm of all the Great Divine Ability Users who wanted to accomplish something, yet had no choice but to keep a low profile in the face of the Witch-Demon hegemony.
At this moment, he leaped up brazenly, as if he were a banner, causing this era to produce a discordant note utterly different from its original melody.
"Rumble!"
The Blood Sea surged, and demonic aura roiled.
The Asura Clan raised its army with overwhelming momentum. They split their forces into two routes. One took the path through Bì Luò Huáng Quán, taking advantage of the turbulence in the starry sky and the Demon Clan's chaos to travel upstream along the Celestial River and wreak havoc among the stars.
The other borrowed a route through the netherworld of the underworld. With a mighty army, they emerged among the mountains and rivers of the Primordial World, occupying the mountains and declaring themselves kings.
This was a clan born solely for slaughter. It was filled with Ancestor Minghe Mo's wild fantasies and was born with expertise in a supreme art of killing. Using the most ordinary materials, they had forcibly created soldiers capable of rivaling the Demon Clan's top tribes and the Witch Clan's elite forces.
As they rampaged and swept across the land, a vast tide of blood dyed one corner of heaven and earth scarlet.
"Heaven gave birth to all things to nourish humanity, yet humanity possessed not a single virtue with which to repay Heaven!"
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"
The Blood Sea lineage shouted the fiercest battle cry, yet it still had a measure of reason behind it.
Their slaughter was meant to return peace to heaven and earth, to punish the destruction of the mountains and rivers caused