"Extra! Extra! The Primordial Myriad Races have emerged and demanded that the Human Race surrender the lands that belong to them! Otherwise, they'll slaughter every human!"
"A Holy Land tried to open talks with the Primordial Myriad Races, but they turned it away, saying people of this age weren't fit to sit at the same table as them!"
"Beixing, the young Lord of Spirit Valley, a Primordial Royal Clan of Beidou, is heading to the Sacred City! He's declared that he'll crush this era's prodigies!"
This was the news Ye Fan and Luzi heard as soon as they entered the Dao Realm. It had already spread through every street.
Ye Fan and Lu Mingfei looked at each other. Why did it suddenly feel as though they had stepped into another world?
The Human Race was enormous. How had it suddenly become weak?
“The Primordial Myriad Races?” Ye Fan asked, puzzled. “What the heck are they? Do they have an expert like the Heavenly Emperor too?”
Otherwise, how did they dare threaten to slaughter the Human Race? The Heavenly Emperor was human, and so were the vast majority of the Emperors!
"They don't have a Heavenly Emperor. They had a Heavenly Sovereign, but the Heavenly Emperor already beat him to death." Luzi found it bizarre too. He had never expected to hear such a claim.
Ye Fan asked around for details. The more he heard, the more... absurd and laughable it sounded.
As soon as the Primordial Myriad Races emerged, they issued a proclamation announcing their return to the world.
They considered the other races of the present age beneath even speaking to.
In their eyes, these races enjoyed such a favorable environment, yet could not produce a single cultivator of the Ancestral Realm. Speaking with the Human Race or any