Saints were undying, their magical power boundless. In the small worlds deep in the starry sky, they were even worshipped as gods. A drop of their blood could slay a peerless Great Power, and a strand of their hair could cleave the sun, moon, and stars. They were true powerhouses, revered by a hundred races and honored through ten thousand ages.
Even among the Primordial Myriad Races, Saints held an incomparably exalted position and were honored as Ancestral Kings!
Only a race with an Ancestral King could qualify as a Royal Clan and earn the right to multiply and thrive on Big Dipper. Otherwise, it was merely a slave race, regarded as food.
Why had the Human Race of Big Dipper been weak at the end of Primordial Antiquity? Precisely because its Saints were few, while its people were numerous and scattered across the Five Regions. Like a whip too short to reach, those Saints could not oversee them all.
Now, the Human Race in all Five Regions possessed undying Dao Lineages, with Emperor Weapons anchoring their reserves of power. Even after emerging, the Primordial Myriad Races merely huddled in the Northern Region and probed the Northern Plains, not daring to act rashly.
After more than a decade of friction, both sides had gained a grasp of each other's intelligence and wanted to probe further. As the saying went, an army needed a just cause to march. Both the Human Race and the Ancient Clan were waiting for an opportunity, an excuse.
Lin Xian's return from the Primordial Ancient Star shattered that balance. He suppressed the Ancient Clan's prodigies and slew Kings from various races, becoming the final spark that lit the fuse!
Within a secret realm accessible only to the Ancient Clan's Great Saints, Quasi-Sovereigns, and the old patriarchs