There was only one race in the Alchemy World: the Alchemy Clan. No matter where they lived, what food they ate, or what customs and culture they had, they all belonged to the Alchemy Clan.
The people of the Alchemy World wholeheartedly recognized this point. Unlike the Apocalypse World, which was divided into eight major races, with those eight races further divided into countless large and small races, the Chaos World merely had eight major clans and did not continue splitting them into smaller races.
Zhao Fu felt that this state of the Alchemy World was better than that of the Apocalypse World. Though all kinds of wars still erupted, at least they regarded themselves as one race and possessed a sense of belonging and identity.
However, the eight major races of the Apocalypse World stood directly opposed to one another, while beneath them were countless large and small races in conflict as well. They campaigned against each other ceaselessly, with no one knowing how many had died, and the consequences were rather grave.
Yet faced with such an outcome, there was no real way to resolve it, because races were inherently different from birth. Whether one wished it or not, one belonged to that race.
Unless someone united the eight major races and formed an entirely new race. Then, no matter which race one had originally belonged to, one would now be a member of that new race—and that new race would encompass every race.
Still, this could only remain a thought. Unifying the eight major races was harder than climbing to the heavens; it was not something an ordinary person could accomplish. Even immortals, Great Emperors, or God Kings would have no chance of doing so.
Take the King of Kings, for example. He had merely united one