These dense, sun-blotting storm clouds brought not only darkness, but also an indescribable sense of oppression.
The pressure engulfed a hundred-mile radius, causing Ling Yue Shang and the Demonic Cultivator Body, fighting on another battlefield in the distance, to change expression slightly.
Both of them circulated their cultivation, with no time to target one another. Instead, they devoted all their strength to resisting this astonishing divine pressure.
Beyond that, both fixed their eyes on the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace, their gazes grave and complicated.
The dignified Holy Son of Tiandao Palace was actually one of the legendary Descendants of Gods, and possessed such vast Divine Power.
Neither of them had known the slightest thing about this beforehand.
Ling Yue Shang was profoundly shaken. If the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace was a Descendant of Gods, then did Tiandao Palace behind him also harbor other Descendants of Gods?
The Descendants of Gods had always been as elusive as divine dragons, revealing only their heads and never their tails in the Cultivation World.
Yet many records kept by great sects and major powers contained accounts concerning Divine Beings of the Divine Race.
Though the so-called Descendants of Gods were rejected by the Divine Race, they possessed an innate sense of superiority when facing other living beings.
Long ago, the Descendants of Gods had been powerful, claiming to rule the world on behalf of the gods. They had enslaved no small number of Cultivation World cultivators and other beings.
Until they incurred the wrath of the masses, forcing countless living beings into desperate straits, until endurance finally snapped.
Only then were the forces formed by the Descendants of Gods overthrown by the combined forces of the Cultivation World and the Demon Race of the Demon Realm.
After that, the Descendants of Gods