The Yao Clan's iron cavalry swept across the Primordial World. Wherever they passed, Human flesh was reduced to bait, while wisps of souls escaping their bodies were seized by countless Yao Soldiers and Generals, collected layer by layer, and ultimately delivered into the hands of Di Jun and Tai Yi, the two Yao Emperors.
"As long as we gather the grievous souls of countless Humans, entangle their resentment with one another, and refine it into baleful energy, the vicious weapon forged from it will surely pierce the Witch Clan's Copper Skin and Iron Bones!" Di Jun said solemnly.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi nodded in agreement. "Eldest Brother is absolutely right. Humans were born bearing Heaven's fortune, and Empress Nuwa attained sainthood in one stroke through the merit of creating Humanity. The other five Saints also ascended to sainthood by borrowing the Human Race Fortune. From this, it seems that Humanity is truly the greatest threat in our hearts."
Di Jun's expression darkened as he slowly nodded. "This calamity must descend! Even if we cannot exterminate Humanity completely, we must heavily damage its foundations. In a mere few hundred years, its population has exploded from just over thirty thousand to countless billions. Such reproductive speed is unmatched among the ten thousand races of the Primordial World!"
"What is even more troublesome is that Humans are born with Dao bodies and possess extraordinary comprehension. Their path of cultivation is far smoother than ours, and they need not undergo the tribulation of transformation. They have long enjoyed Heaven's favor. Yet from the moment they appeared in the world until now, they have offered not a wisp of incense and shown not the slightest reverence for Heaven's grace. Their suffering of this great calamity today is precisely Heaven's will, with our Yao Clan acting as