Myriad Races Assembly

Whatever the case, this show of force had worked. It made many Primordial Royal Clans wary, and they no longer thought they could push the Human Race around at will.

Elsewhere, the Son of the Celestial Emperor was staying with the Eight-Armed Demon Race, a Primordial Royal Clan descended from one of the Immortal Emperor's former generals.

A female Ancestor King came and sat quietly across from the Son of the Celestial Emperor. After hearing the news, she said nothing. She merely watched him.

The Son of the Celestial Emperor was furious. He had tried to win over Divine Spirit Valley, hoping to persuade them to stand with him and join the hardliners. His aim was to wipe out the Human Race outright and restore the glory of Primordial Antiquity. The resources of this land, its best places for cultivation, its most prosperous regions—all of them belonged to the Primordial Royal Clans.

Many Primordial Royal Clans, and even Primordial Imperial Clans, wholeheartedly agreed with him. In Primordial Antiquity, the Human Race had been no more than a small people surviving in the cracks between the myriad races. On the Big Dipper Burial Emperor Star in particular, they had held no say at all.

Perhaps the Human Race on Ziwei Imperial Star had fared somewhat better, since the Solar Saint Emperor and the Supreme Yin Holy Emperor had arisen there.

But on the Big Dipper Burial Emperor Star, every region had been Primordial Royal Clan territory. Throughout Primordial Antiquity, they had been the masters of this land.

Then they woke to find that the land had changed hands. Its new masters were the humans who had once been so weak—and were still weak now.

Perhaps the humans here had been mighty during Desolate Antiquity, when many great human emperors had arisen.