Storm clouds had suddenly gathered over the Big Dipper Continent recently. Several so-called Heavenly Prodigies of the Primordial Royal Clans had provoked the Taihao Incarnation outside Purple Mountain, hoping to see whether he lived up to his reputation.
The outcome hardly needed explaining.
The Taihao Incarnation accepted the challenges of several Primordial Royal Clans in the Holy City. With just one move, he annihilated every challenger in body and soul. Even as they died, they could not believe that anyone in the world possessed such heaven-defying combat strength. Hadn't they been told he was a fraud?
Even the Guardians behind them died alongside them, erased cleanly without so much as a speck of dust remaining.
Several Ancestor Kings arrived in the Holy City, only to find their quarry gone. With nowhere to vent their fury, one Royal Tribe actually slaughtered several cities in the Northern Region in succession.
News of this shook the entire Eastern Wasteland. Every cultivator burned with righteous indignation, wishing they could capture those Ancestor Kings alive. Old relics emerged from the various Holy Lands, rushing about to spread the word, seemingly plotting something.
Soon, the news reached the Wonderful Desire Nunnery as well.
After An Miaoyi told Ji Hao about it,
he opened his eyes. His pupils were fathomlessly deep, two kinds of sacred power shifting unpredictably within them. Radiance of space and time unfolded in countless transformations, as though splitting heaven and earth apart.
"The Primordial Myriad Races!"
Ji Hao's expression was cold. Upon hearing the news, killing intent began surging wildly within him.
"It seems I'll have to bring my plans forward. Some races from the Primeval Era are even more despicable than I imagined. They actually attacked ordinary humans just like that." Ji Hao's face gradually grew colder as he silently worked through