Blood flowed across the ground, corpses lay scattered, and fragments of space sliced through heaven and earth, trailing momentary streaks of light before merging back into the Void. It was as though they represented the fate of the Primordial Spirit Clan.
After a brief flash, all would eventually return to silence.
Qin Sheng made no further moves. He stood in the sky, quietly watching the bleeding earth and the turbulent Human World.
His mission had been completed. The rest no longer required Saint Lord Qin's intervention.
As the saying went, sweep the ground for fear of harming ants; cherish moths by shielding the lamp with gauze.
From those words, Qin Sheng had realized a principle: a kind person should not kill fodder or clear minor mobs.
Just kill the boss.
The cultivators of Shaking Light Holy Land were carrying out the final encirclement and extermination of the Primordial Spirit Clan remnants. They had to ensure that the last member of this clan vanished from the Eastern Wilderness, leaving behind no hidden dangers.
Of course, this was not to say that Shaking Light's cultivators were cruel. Mainly because, to them, ordinary members of the Primordial Spirit Clan were bosses.
Under Saint Lord Qin's leadership, Shaking Light Holy Land's conduct was upright beyond compare.
As members of the Primordial Spirit Clan fell one after another, their traces in Beidou were gradually erased. Perhaps some among their race still existed on ancient stars deep within the Starry Sky, but they no longer had anything to do with one another.
Then again, an ordinary Primordial Royal Clan like this was unlikely to possess an Ancestral Star of its own in the universe, unlike Imperial Clans such as Ten Thousand Dragon Nest and Fire Qilin Cave.
Not all Ancient Clans had descended upon Beidou from