Once news of the Ancient Clan's demands spread, it swept across the Five Regions. Some sacred lands of the Human Race stood with iron spines, immediately voicing their opposition and declaring themselves ready for war. Others chose to submit, secretly contacting the Ancient Clan in hopes of being spared and having the lands of their rival sects attacked instead.
Killing with a borrowed blade, infighting among humans-even in this age when the Primordial Myriad Races had emerged, it continued to play out.
"The Human Race truly is a despicable race. During Primordial Antiquity, the myriad races fought bloody wars, sometimes waging campaigns for thousands upon thousands of years, yet scarcely a few traitors ever betrayed their own race."
The Ancestral King of God Spirit Valley sneered. "Does such a race deserve to occupy these vast lands?"
The other Ancestral Kings nodded in agreement. They despised the enemy strategically while taking them seriously tactically. Whatever they thought inwardly, they kept disparaging the Human Race aloud, forming a united front.
There were strong and weak races among the Primordial Myriad Races. Slave races had only kings who had severed the Dao, ordinary Ancient Clans had Saints presiding over them, and major clans such as God Spirit Valley had a Saint King and several Saints. Truly powerful clans possessed Great Saints and could speak with the imperial clans as equals.
But powerful clans rose and fell; they could not produce a Great Saint in every generation unless they were uncrowned emperors like the Silver-Blood Royal Family. The ones who truly led the Primordial Myriad Races were the great imperial clans, because they possessed the most powerful weapons in the universe-Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons.
Why had these ten Ancestral Kings emerged, along with those Lin Xian had already slain? To lead the charge for