Watching Bi Fan grit his teeth and struggle outside the formation, looking utterly bedraggled,
Qu Zhenhong's gloomy expression softened slightly.
With his hands behind his back, he finally spoke. "Kid, what do you know?"
"You only know that we, the Devil Race, were the Yao who betrayed the Golden Crow Great Emperor back then."
"But how could you know what awaited us Yao—what awaited us traitors—back then?"
"We were only trying to survive. Was that wrong?"
"We were only trying to stay alive!"
"We, the Devil Race, could never bear the name of betraying our master and ancestors!"
Most people knew what the Golden Crow Great Emperor had wanted to do back then.
The Golden Crow Great Emperor had planned to sacrifice ten million Yao to Heaven in a blood ritual.
That meant ten million lives!
Countless families!
Everyone had friends and loved ones. Naturally, they were unwilling to simply accept their fate.
So ten million Yao, along with their families, rose up in rebellion.
They not only broke away from the Yao, but also joined forces with the Kirin and Great Peng Races, two Yao races that wanted to seize power for themselves. They allied with some members of the Human Race who had likewise joined the Devil Race, as well as the Evil Race from the depths of the void. That was how the chaotic era that followed came to be—an era that couldn't be summed up in a mere sentence or two.
At the thought, a complicated look crossed Qu Zhenhong's face.
He hadn't said it aloud. In fact, when his own irresponsible son had criticized the matter, Qu Zhenhong had mercilessly beaten him until he was gravely injured.
But in truth, Qu Zhenhong himself hadn't wanted to cooperate with the Evil Race. Still, he understood that