In Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven, a slaughter more terrifying than any before it began.
It became a millstone of flesh and blood. Every moment, great numbers of Dao Fruit cultivators died in battles fought to the death. Blood ran in rivers, deep enough to float shields, and soaked every inch of Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven.
Every Dao Fruit cultivator felt as if an abyss were about to swallow them. None dared relax for an instant.
On such a brutal battlefield, even Dao Fruit Dao Children had no choice but to undergo a transformation of spirit and will.
Their ancestors had left them a legacy so abundant it far exceeded anything later generations of cultivators could imagine. If they put in any real effort, their success would far surpass that of people from ordinary backgrounds. They hardly even needed to try.
A change began to emerge on the battlefield.
"Everyone,"
"Fight. Slaughter. Die..."
Jiang Ding looked over the reports from distant Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven and murmured to himself.
The human race of this era had grown far too decadent. They could not even fight properly. Each day, they let their soldiers do the killing while many of their high-ranking experts held banquets, amused themselves, courted allies, and made promises. Only occasionally did they actually set foot on the battlefield. It was disgraceful beyond belief.
No wonder the ambitions of the Divine Dao Demon Race Allied Army, mere mercenaries in this war, swelled beyond control. In the years that followed, they grew stronger and formally rose to power.
The weakness of the human race's experts was plain for them to see.
How could people like that uphold a race?
Fortunately. Oh, fortunately!
These people were only appetizers. The real delicacy still awaited, so the Great Sun Sword Heir had few