Fate was boiling.
At this moment, the fate of the human race and the fate of the demon race intertwined and contended, bringing forth a scene ordained by fate.
At this moment, the Human Race Heavenly Dao and the human race's fate were boiling.
Since ancient times, the human race had been renowned for compiling histories.
Each generation of Immortal Dynasty would compile the history of the preceding era, recording in detail the many events that had occurred. The stance of those historical records was inevitably biased toward the human race, but important events would certainly be recorded. Among them, Nine-Leaf Swordgrass had been written about again and again, stabbing at the hearts of sword cultivators time after time.
Even now, every sword-path sect with a certain depth of inheritance knew one thing.
In a certain era, a demon cultivator like a weed had broken through head-on from the strongest point of the human race's inherited profession of sword cultivation and become a Sword Emperor.
This supreme humiliation had always been deeply remembered by the human race.
The Human Race Heavenly Dao and the human race's fate had also always remembered it. The Human Race Heavenly Dao held grudges terribly well and had never forgotten history.
Now, the Human Race Heavenly Dao had finally caught sight of another anomalous demon race being, and had successfully lured the Demon Race Heavenly Dao into investing vast amounts of fate and countless possibilities into this anomaly.
Fate seemed to be boiling at this moment.
Jiang Ding slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, revealing a blood-red greed that sent chills down one's spine.
At this moment, the power of the Human Race Heavenly Dao was concentrated as never before.
At this moment, Jiang Ding seemed to see through the future. He saw