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Eight Regions, Seventh Vast Region, a mountain village.

"Grandpa, two hundred years ago, were humans really blood food in the mouths of vicious beasts?"

The one asking was a little child whose hair had barely grown in, his tender face full of confusion and innocence.

A child under six was naturally curious about the world, and this child could not understand such a thing.

"Yes. Vicious beasts ate people, plants ate people, even the immortals and gods in the sky ate people. Back then, humans were nothing more than food. They could be eaten whenever anyone wished, with no dignity of their own."

The one answering had a head full of white hair, yet he was full of vigor and showed none of the frailty of old age. One could hardly tell that he was already over two hundred years old.

Yet when faced with his grandson's question, this old soldier retired from the battlefield—

Whenever he thought of that dark and despairing era, he felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

Those who had never experienced that dark and hopeless era—

Could never understand the despair humans had felt back then.

At the time, humanity had practically been dancing on a tightrope above extinction. There was no dignity, no shame.

As long as they could survive, even becoming slaves or servants was acceptable. So long as humanity's bloodline could continue, everyone had been willing.

"What about now?"

Though the child was under six, he could sense that the terror hidden in his grandfather's tone was countless times worse than what he had said. Still, he could not truly empathize with it.

In truth, it was not only this child under six who could not empathize. Any human born after the founding of the Yan Huang Empire could not truly understand