It was the same old saying.
Whether something was dark or not depended only on one's stance. If it were the Weird Clan, they would believe themselves to be the normal ones, while those seeking to overthrow their rule were the true darkness.
Usually, those below who wanted to overthrow those above would invent all sorts of grand justifications for themselves, give themselves a pleasant-sounding title, and do everything they could to smear the people above them.
That was human nature.
The victors became kings; the defeated became bandits.
No one would admit they were dark or evil. Darkness was merely the blame the winners pinned onto the heads of losers like them. If they won, then Shi Hao, Ye Fan, and Chu Feng would be the darkness.
Besides.
Sacrifice was already the mainstream of this world—sacrificing to heaven, sacrificing to earth, sacrificing oneself. The Weird Clan had merely changed the object of sacrifice to the All Heavens Myriad Realms.
In truth, such things were not uncommon. They could even be seen in everyday life; there was no need to make them sound so lofty.
Because sacrifice, put bluntly, was harvesting. Cutting leeks—cut one crop, and another grew back. The weak were destined to be harvested.
Weakness was the original sin.
The weak had to die.
The Nine Heavens Ten Earths of the Upper Realm harvested the venerables of the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, treating them as great medicines to nourish themselves.
The Quasi Immortal Emperors of the Boundary Sea harvested the immortals and Immortal Kings of the Immortal Domain as great medicines to nourish themselves.
The Weird Ancestors Above the Heavens naturally harvested Quasi Immortal Emperors and Immortal Emperors to nourish themselves.
And then there was this.
The Upper Realm treated the Lower Realm as a Medicine