"They suppress the human race's prodigies everywhere, even taking pleasure in killing them. In the shadows, they spread all sorts of rumors, making the prodigies of the myriad races hate the human race even more."
"By now, human prodigies have practically vanished without a trace. It's rare to see any human prodigies within the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance."
As he listened to Chen Changfeng's explanation, Ye Lin nodded inwardly, committing every word Chen Changfeng said to memory.
As the two conversed, they unknowingly arrived at the very center.
At the heart of Holy Mountain lay an enormous lake. Yet unlike an ordinary lake, this one was a vast expanse of crimson, formed entirely from blood.
Merely approaching it, one could sense blood baleful qi soaring into the heavens.
"Human blood."
As Ye Lin gazed at the boundless blood spring before him, these four words surfaced involuntarily in his mind.
That was right—the blood in the lake before them was all human blood.
Around the lake stood one encampment after another, where the prodigies of the major races mingled and conversed.
And beside almost every being stood a human prodigy. They crawled humbly at the feet of these myriad-race prodigies, their eyes lifeless and their clothes unable to cover their bodies.
At the sight of these scenes, an unnamed fire rose within Ye Lin's heart. Yet his expression barely changed.
"Young master, our place is over there. I'll take you."
Chen Changfeng led Ye Lin onward. Along the way, as they passed the camps of the various major races, the so-called prodigies of those races looked at Ye Lin as though he were a delicious meal.
When the lifeless-eyed human prodigies saw Ye Lin, a flicker of hope flashed through their eyes, only to dim again.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A human