"Even after so many ages had passed, such a racial blood feud had not only failed to lessen—it had only grown heavier."
"If the Human Race still did not possess its remaining foundations, I fear another tragedy of the Human Race would have unfolded across the entire Star River Cosmos."
At this point, the old man let out a sigh.
Some of those Primordial Unity Golden Immortals from the other races were still alive. They had survived since the era of the Human Emperor, and their hatred for the Human Race surpassed that of anyone else.
If the Human Race had not still possessed its foundations, those races would have been unable to hold themselves back long ago.
But that day was drawing near.
The Human Emperor had forcibly carved out a magnificent golden age for the Human Race, but after such a long span of years, the Human Race had begun to wither once more.
As the saying went, when prosperity reached its peak, decline was sure to follow. During the Human Emperor's reign, the Human Race had flourished to its utmost limit.
Even a Human Race Earth Immortal had dared to slap an alien Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal across the face, slapping them so hard that those alien powerhouses had not dared make a sound.
Yet ever since the Human Emperor's departure, the Human Race's fortune seemed to have been drained dry, and it had been sliding downhill ever since.
Fortunately, its foundations ran deep, allowing the Human Race to retain its status as a great race even now.
But that time was also approaching. If the Human Race failed to produce another powerhouse capable of holding up the heavens, a true tragedy of the Human Race would play out once again.
The Human Race would return to