Without the generations of schemes and suppression, they believed the Human Race would not only dare launch a lightning strike against the Ancient Saint Clan—they might even dare charge into the Primordial Mirror Heavenly Domain... They had gone completely mad!
The destruction of the Ancient Saint Clan had struck right at the boundless Human Race's heart. The hatred and ferocity in their bloodlines had been awakened through this affair, link after link fitting together in flawless precision!
The Boundless Myriad Races had been suppressing the Human Race, restraining their development, but had the Human Race not likewise used every suppression to lay plans and carve out a path to survival—even leading to the situation now?
The Boundless Myriad Races had no answer for the Human Race, nor any temper left to vent... No Immortal dared make light of the True Immortal Realm's grand undertaking, much less stir up boundless turmoil at such a time.
Even Immortal Valley within the boundless Great World had reacted. Several Peak Immortals who had not gone to the Extraterritorial Battlefield subtly changed expression. Who could have imagined that the Human Race would strike now, without the slightest warning?
Yet the Ancient Human Race had always seemed to be this way. When you thought they would fight you to the death, they would take a step back and open the skies and seas, causing every scheme to fall through.
When you believed them weak and frail, ready to recuperate and multiply while endlessly enduring in silence, they could suddenly rise up and strike. The Human Race's present status had been built step by step under the Human Emperor's such unfathomable methods.
There was no logic to speak of... and no way to calculate it!
Who would have thought the methods of that generation would appear again