The sudden appearance of Tu Tian, Hall Master of the Human-Demon Hall, was like a sharp giant axe that cleaved through the layers of fog shrouding Wang Xian's understanding. It made him deeply realize that countless truths concerning the survival of races and the changing of universes had long been mercilessly buried beneath the heavy dust of time.
Take the Human-Demon Hall itself. The tragic calamity known as the Human Race Despair War had actually taken place long before the Primordial Era.
One had to know that before the Primordial Era, heaven and earth had not yet shattered, and the entire universe still resembled Chaos in its infancy.
That might have been an era far older than the one Wang Xian had lived in during his previous life—so ancient that the inheritances of many races had not yet sprouted, and countless universal laws had not yet fully taken shape.
In that distant era, everything was filled with the unknown and mystery, while the Human Race Despair War was like a shocking scar hidden in a dark corner of the universe.
It was said that the Human race had nearly been wiped out in that war. The land had been soaked in blood, and the shattered souls of countless Human cultivators howled within the void, unable to disperse for a long time.
As time passed, the Primordial Era, Ancient Era, Ancient Era, and Near Ancient Era succeeded one another until the present day. The rumors of the Human-Demon Hall had long vanished without a trace, and the story of the Human Demon lineage seemed as though it had never existed.
Even the Human Race Despair War, which had nearly led to the extermination of the Human race, had been completely erased from the river of history, leaving behind no clear records.