As the horn blast faded, a bronze gate as large as Welcoming Sacred City itself suddenly appeared in the void.
An ancient, majestic aura swept over them!
Looking at the bronze gate, even the True Ancestors couldn't help but feel small.
But before they could voice their awe, a boundless voice rang out from within the bronze gate:
"The True Spirit War, the Leap the Dragon Gate—begins!"
The same vast Daoic proclamation stirred wildly different reactions among the various races.
In the eyes of the powerful True Spirit Races,
the True Spirit War meant opportunity.
It was a ladder leading to a higher level.
The Spirit Parasite Race, for instance, was now engulfed in an almost feverish atmosphere.
Their Clan Leader, a giant with the cultivation of an eighth-grade True Ancestor, stood atop an altar.
His voice rang through the valley like a great bell.
"The Inner Sea!"
His eyes blazed as he swept his gaze over the densely packed clansmen below.
"That is the dream of generations of our Spirit Parasite Race!"
"It means endless resources!"
"It means a vaster world!"
Greed and longing shone in the clansmen's eyes.
They rubbed against one another, letting out excited growls.
Those who parasitized other living beings could even feel their hosts' blood rushing faster!
The Ghost Clan viewed the True Spirit War as a grand feast.
Countless Soul Fires flickered in the dim Ghost Cave.
They were the Ghost Clan's powerful members, barely able to restrain their excitement and bloodlust.
The Ghost Clan's Grand Elder—a mass of ghostly blue flame, far larger than the others—shuddered violently in midair.
"The True Spirit War!"
He let out a piercing shriek.
"The weaklings' wails will be the sweetest music to our ears!"
"Their flesh and blood, their souls—all will become nourishment for our evolution!"