Demon God Fu Luo, Imprisoned Forever

"Senior... not only do descendants of humanity still exist in this world, but across the four seas and eight wildernesses, wherever you look, humans are everywhere."

Su Che looked at the Ghost General, whose body was bristling with weapons.

Judging by his words, he must have served under the Lord of Mount Tai back then. If so, he had endured countless ages and still remained here.

Could he, too, be some mighty being?

Otherwise, how could he have crossed those eternal stretches of time and space to speak so freely now?

What stance had the Earth Immortals of the Mysterious Capital Palace, Ling Weiyang, and the Five Directions and Five Emperors taken regarding the Ancient Netherworld back then? Why did so many people still remember them so insistently?

Qi refiners—supposedly, this was what cultivators of this world had called themselves in the Ancient Era. Back then, there had been no dividing lines between Daoism, Buddhism, demonic cultivation, and Confucianism. Many schools, such as sword cultivation, had not even appeared yet.

"Oh?"

A flicker of excitement crossed the Ghost General's face.

"You aren't lying to me?"

"There is no reason to lie to you about this, Senior."

Su Che thought it over and felt that what he had said was not wrong.

The Dragon Clan of the four seas still existed, as did members of the Demon Race like Little Fox, but humans unquestionably ruled this world alone now. Those Primordial Aberrations of the Ancient Era had vanished into the river of time, and humanity had become this world's undisputed master.

"To think they really did succeed."

The Ghost General let out a long sigh, then turned to Su Che.

"Qi refiner, you have yet to cultivate the three flowers above your head, and the five qi within your chest are