Ye Zhuo preached the Dao for the second time.
The news quickly spread throughout the Primordial World.
The first sermon had merely been the Human Clan entertaining itself. None of the great powers had cared, and at the time, the Human Clan had been nothing more than helpless prey. No one had been willing to spare them a second glance.
But times had changed.
The once frail Human Clan had risen in a single stroke, carrying the imposing momentum the Qilin Clan had once possessed.
Yet the Qilin Clan had also been the weakest of the three clans, the first to be driven from the board by the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix.
The current Human Clan was the same, regarded as the feeblest race.
Yet their coming glory remained undeniable.
Originally, a peerless great power like this should have drawn countless listeners to hear the Dao.
But because of the previous battle, no one dared approach.
No one knew what Ancestor Hongjun was planning.
If Ancestor Hongjun were to strike directly while Ye Zhuo preached the Dao, it would be no good thing.
When that time came, a battle over the Great Dao would be unavoidable.
It did not matter how others fought and competed.
But if it came to a battle over the Great Dao, it had to be a fight to the death.
Therefore.
The many great powers could only watch this sermon in silence. Leaving home was impossible unless they had long harbored dissatisfaction.
Yet among those in the Primordial World who could survive until the Lich-Demon Tribulation, none were not masters of self-preservation. How could they lose sight of where they ought to stand just because Ye Zhuo was brimming with spirit for the moment?
These fellows were all fence-sitters.
In contrast, the Human Clan