"Indeed. Back when the ten thousand races stood side by side and kings vied for supremacy, the Human Race was nothing but an insignificant little race. They could survive only by clinging to powerful races."
Some Primordial Imperial Clans were exceedingly domineering, openly speaking with such brazen confidence and treating the Human Race as though they were nothing.
"This is no longer the Primordial Era. The world belongs to the Human Race now. During the Desolate Ancient Era, more than one Supreme was slain!"
A Human Sacred Land spoke out forcefully. Since the Desolate Ancient Era, the Human Race had reached the pinnacle of glory, and that was an indisputable fact.
Those words turned the faces of the primordial races livid. The Supremes who had been slain were precisely the ancestors of certain Primordial Imperial Clans.
"Hmph! That was only during the Desolate Ancient Era. In this age, the Human Race has no Great Emperor!" an elderly primordial being sneered chillingly.
Although this was called a gathering of the ten thousand races, supposedly convened for peaceful negotiations, the powerful races from every region paid the Human Race no heed at all, looking down on them from lofty heights.
"Indeed. The age of the Human Race has passed. We have emerged once more, and in this age, we shall reign over the world again!"
The primordial races spoke with overwhelming arrogance, emboldened by the certainty that the Human Race had no supreme powerhouse alive.
There was a reason the primordial races were so domineering toward the Human Race: they had brought quite a few powerful figures on this journey.
Even the Dao-Slaying Kings numbered quite a few. Every one of them was immensely powerful, placing tremendous pressure on all the sacred lands.
The world had only just begun to revive.