"Huh? What's wrong with being too big?" Wang Benchु asked, puzzled.
You Mengde shook his head. "This world isn't so simple... Especially its earliest history..."
History had been buried, but what remained of it lay in the Netherworld.
Hearing You Mengde say this, the others grew solemn.
They knew You Mengde must have learned something the rest of them had not. The elders of his sect must have warned him in secret...
None of them dared take the matter lightly. They made their preparations; they absolutely could not let today's ceremony be disrupted...
As they spoke, more Battle Souls emerged, each stronger than the last. Some were powerful enough to appear before ordinary people's eyes.
The cave-dwellers grew more excited. The more mighty ancient warriors submitted at the new Witch King's feet, the more they shared in his glory.
They believed all the more firmly that Tang Changsheng would lead them to defeat the Pan Tribe and every other enemy, then give them a better life!
Shanke had been a mighty warrior. Not only had he awakened all seven Bloodlines, he had also possessed the power of Ancestor Return Transformation, allowing him to become a giant in battle.
Beyond that, he had been a formidable Wizard, able to draw upon an Ancestral God's Divine Power through his Bloodline to cast spells.
In his era, warriors of such power had not been uncommon.
That was right—in his era... Shanke had died in battle countless tens of thousands of years ago.
The age in which he had lived was now called the Age of Myth by the Black Rock Mountains and even the hundred peoples of the earth. Some called it the Age of Giants...
No records of it survived. Only scraps of its history lingered in song.
After his death, as