Blazing holy fire, eternal will.
The immortal battle intent of the Primordial Wilderness human ancestors was the color of blood, staining the sky red and enveloping Qin Sheng, Ye Fan, and the Dragon Horse.
The immortal battle intent within the ancestral temple was slightly stirred, acting like quenching swords to hone their willpower and spirit.
Many ancient scenes evolved within the fire of battle intent, shifting like a revolving lantern. There were ancient human ancestors holding battle swords to fight against the gods of the nine heavens, scenes of millions of people of one heart resisting the disasters of heaven and earth, and also pictures of starting from scratch to open up a new era, too numerous to count.
Most of the scenes were tragic, composed of blood and shattered bones, punctuated by broken weapons and battered armor.
These scenes were entirely things personally experienced in life by those ancient sages enshrined in the ancestral temple, leaving the deepest impressions on them. Even a million years later, they were never forgotten, carrying the most ultimate emotions: reluctance, anger, joy, hatred,
And joy—
Across the vast earth, ten thousand races contended, eras alternated, and myriad phenomena renewed themselves. By what right did they survive?
Only through slaughter.
With the sound of metal and the clash of iron, their Qi piercing the clouds, Qin Sheng and the others seemed to return to that chaotic and arduous era, marching alongside the sages, fighting against heaven and earth and ten thousand races, tumbling through endless battlefields.
At times they were leaders, striving for the livelihood of the common people and fighting to the death against gods and demons; at times they were ordinary soldiers, merging into the sea of humanity and drifting with the tide in the meat grinder; at times they were ordinary