There was a turtle among the Human Race, Mother God.
Chen Yan's mind conjured up Gillette's image.
In Bai E's memories, Gillette had always been weak, yet steadfast in her will.
But later, a few words from Fan Ni turned everything upside down.
Gillette was the Mother God who had bewitched Bai E.
The question was—
Was the Mother God—Gillette—really powerful from the very beginning?
Before the Mother God appeared, the Human Race had no concept of a Mother God at all.
The Ancient God Beasts, too, hadn't been as powerful as they were now.
Chen Yan narrowed his eyes. As he pondered, cracks burst through the void, and Malice seemed to be paying homage to its emperor.
Chen Yan had an idea.
Perhaps the Mother God hadn't been powerful at all in the beginning.
Her power came from the strength of the Human Race, from the steady growth of the Martial Dao.
If he looked at it this way, everything made sense.
The Ancient Gods had been stealing the fruits of the Human Race's Martial Dao all along.
For the Human Race to defeat the Ancient Gods, it had to act before they could steal those fruits.
The True Martial Path, for example. The Will Path, too.
They had to defeat the Mother God before the Ancient Gods' divine rank devoured those paths.
Chen Yan turned around. Wherever his black robe of Malice swept, it tore the surrounding light into spiraling ribbons of shadow.
Lord Xia.
The world had still underestimated him.
Lord Xia's ambitions might have been far greater than anyone else's.
He didn't care about the Human Race of today because his eyes were fixed not on Fan Ni or Bai E, but on the Mother God.
Clearly,
even without the Saint Breaking Tree, and without absorbing