The Black Tide!
The more he learned.
The more Jiang Qiao felt a creeping horror when he thought it through.
The Deities had acted.
Those words represented true great terror, utter despair, and unimaginable horror.
And yet.
That was precisely where things grew strange.
The Deities had acted.
The Daoist Order had collapsed.
Yet humanity had survived.
Not only had it survived, but later generations had developed an entirely new supernatural civilization.
The Deities...
Seemed not to have wiped everyone out?
So what exactly had they been destroying?
They had already gone mad. If madness had driven them to slaughter indiscriminately, that would have made sense. Yet now, it looked as though these insane beings had carried out targeted purges back then?
And the Daoist Order...
Although he had never actually encountered the Daoist Order after entering the River of History of the Nether Era, information from others had made it clear that this organization had been unimaginably powerful.
It had absolutely dwarfed the so-called top factions of later generations.
After all.
The homeland had created the Red Moon.
And even a formation left behind in a small world could now almost rival the might of a half-god.
Six complete rules.
Along with an earth vein.
Could anyone in later generations accomplish something on that scale?
No!
That alone showed how unfathomably advanced the homeland's understanding and use of supernatural power had been!
And even in the homeland, the Daoist Order.
Had been one of the organizations at the very top of the pyramid.
Yet.
It had escaped the homeland.
Evaded the Abyss.
Only to be destroyed by the Black Tide in the Supernatural World?
Not a trace remained.
So many humans had managed to cling to life.
Yet the Daoist Order...
Not a trace remained!
Even in the Nether