"The remnants of the ancient era... and beings from that clan." A progenitor-level being had a trace of gravity in its eyes.
The ancient era had been far too chaotic. Myriad races rose up and waged war in that age.
The heavens today were merely fragments evolved from the ancient era.
In the ancient era, everything had collapsed and perished.
Very few among the myriad races had been passed down to the present, but quite a few heaven-defying races had endured.
The relationship between these races and the Primordial Divine Saint Clan could not be called good, nor was their relationship with The Empire any better.
After all, in the struggle between races, whose relationship with whom could truly be good?
"That era was far too chaotic. Unless a Sacred Progenitor takes action..." A progenitor spoke, a trace of heaviness in its eyes.
A Sacred Progenitor taking action!!
If such an existence acted, the repercussions would be far too great.
Moreover, the Sacred Progenitors were not in this era.
Otherwise, they would not be guarding their own ancestral lands.
Their Sacred Progenitors were before the ancient era!!
Otherwise, they would have been utterly unable to stop Pangu, Nuwa, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors from returning.
They also knew that their Sacred Progenitors had opened up a path. They had buried ancient history, and what they had buried along with it were their Sacred Progenitors.
The Blood of the Great Dao would bring back not only those progenitors, but more importantly, those Sacred Progenitors.
That was their true purpose in needing the Blood of the Great Dao.
"That day will come. For now, suppress this forbidden land first. Send people to find that clan's Child of Luck and erase him, strangling him completely in the cradle." A progenitor spoke.