"Without any knowledge, without any culture, just rotten lumps of flesh like ants... Why! Why do you still possess such convictions!" Aton was in agony.
He had never reflected on why he had lost back then, but the deepest impression the Rebel Army had left on him was that unyielding conviction.
The stubbornness of starting something with no intention of ever turning back.
He had accepted that humanity could erupt with such astonishing conviction back then, but why could this Meat Race do the same?
The scene before them left the ancient gods utterly dumbfounded. It was practically a slap in the face.
Because it meant that their so-called suppression and so-called "re-education" over the past eight hundred million years had been nothing but a joke! Completely useless!
He felt that he had already taken humanity seriously enough. Unlike in the past, when he had let humans govern themselves, he had established all kinds of harsh rules in hopes of strangling their potential.
He had let humanity live like swine, struggling on in confusion and ignorance. All of this was meant to destroy them psychologically and ideologically, leaving behind nothing but a mass of flesh and blood.
Yet clearly, all of it had been for nothing! Leave them alone for three days, and they would tear the roof off!
"Tell them what you're fighting for!" Mo Qiong roared.
"For ice and snow!"
"For the stars!"
"For Kikyo flowers!"
"For Kunlun Mountain!"
"For Big Bear!"
At the mention of these things, everyone shouted what they most wanted to see.
Those things were also their names.
The people here had chosen their own names once they had gained a little understanding of the world.
Billions of people shouted at once, their clamor shaking the heavens.
Their momentum looked overwhelming, but what they