After humanity's victory, internal strife began.
Homo sapiens wiped out every species that could threaten them. In the past, the hundred races had united, agreeing that after overthrowing the ancient gods, they would divide the world among themselves and live in peace. The beautiful future they had imagined seemed to have become nothing but a joke.
Of course, this was also speculation by later generations. The rebels did not ask about such matters, and Mo Qiong and David would not volunteer anything.
Chisong did ask about the Kuafu Clan. David explained, "In mythology, Kuafu died chasing the sun."
The rebels were naturally not foolish enough to question the intelligence of the Kuafu Clan. They could interpret myths too, and had heard of legends like that.
Chisong said bitterly, "The fact that such a myth was passed down means that the Kuafu Clan was wiped out by the ancient gods."
Because in their era, the sun itself represented the gods. In all the myths of the present age, every Sun God was modeled after an ancient god.
"Ah." After hearing about the brutality of the final battle and the tale of Kuafu Chasing the Sun, the rebels concluded that every race besides Homo sapiens had been exterminated by the ancient gods.
"It doesn't matter. As long as the Creation Stone Pillar is still here, I can create my own race," Bing Yi said.
Mo Qiong's eyes lit up. The humans within the Creation Stone Pillar required many special substances, and Tai Feng possessed quite a few of them!
So even if they could create only a small number, at least their race would not be extinct.
Of course, those special humans were not particularly powerful either.
The ancient rebels were strong because they had no taboos and no need to worry