Speaking of it, Beast Race Chief Chi Lu's understanding of the Beast Race Prophet was extremely limited.
Within Chi Lu's long river of memories, vast as a galaxy, the Prophet was like an exceptionally mysterious symbol. He had always remained deeply secluded within that mystery-shrouded temple, rarely showing himself before the Beast Race.
That temple seemed to be the most secretive core of the Beastmen Continent, quietly situated deep within the most secluded mountain range.
Clouds and mist surrounded it year-round, never dispersing, like a natural barrier painstakingly woven by nature itself, stubbornly and completely isolating the Prophet from the outside world.
Only during that earth-shattering war at the End of the Early Epoch, a war capable of rewriting the course of history, did the Prophet break his long silence and slowly emerge from the temple, displaying terrifying power that could shake heaven and earth.
That war had truly been a great calamity between heaven and earth.
The sky seemed to have been drenched in demon blood, turning an intensely glaring red. Ravaged by the blazing flames of war, the earth trembled and convulsed like a wounded colossal beast.
Countless powerful beings who normally dominated their respective domains fell one after another in that incomparably brutal war, their lives as fragile as candles flickering in the wind.
The moment the Prophet appeared, his black robe fluttered gently in the wind, and radiant light shone from his body as though a god had descended into the mortal world. With a lift of his hand, the stars seemed drawn by an invisible force and shifted one after another, throwing the previously orderly Starry Sky into utter chaos. The ground beneath his feet also buckled under the strain, splitting open with enormous cracks like vicious beast maws.
The power he displayed was like