All living beings were baffled. Taiyi looked at the returning Demon Race, his expression grave. "Only you remain? Has the Demon Court truly fallen this far?"
"Your Majesty Taiyi... they're all gone. All dead. Ever since the Wu-Demon War ended, the Demon Race has declined. Especially after Chen Yang of the Jie Sect rose to power, our Demon Race's days grew ever harsher. The Human Clan rose alongside Chen Yang, and they slaughtered the Demon Race alongside him. He even proclaimed throughout the Primordial World that he did not wish to see any Demon Race within it."
"Our Demon Race—those who died, died; those who survived were crippled. If we were not killed, we were captured and refined into artifacts. Chen Yang in particular used the countless bones and heroic souls of our Demon Race to forge the Human Clan Great Wall. He even made the Human Clan suppress the Demon Race, condemning us to never, ever rise again!" The surviving Bai Ze cried out, weeping bitterly.
Bai Ze's tears were filled with grievance and heartache. For all these years, they had hidden here and there, terrified of being found by the Human Clan.
Once the Human Clan left the Human Realm, their favorite pastime became hunting the Demon Race. Especially after the Currency System spread, slaughtering Demon Race members could be exchanged for currency. It was absolutely something many Rogue Cultivators longed to do. Moreover, among the missions given to disciples of the Three Teachings and the Daoist Sect, there had always been one: hunt the Demon Race.
Thus, throughout the years, any Demon Race member who appeared in the Primordial World might be hunted down. It had reached the point where no one in the Primordial World even dared cultivate the Demon Race system. The remaining Demon Race