The Primordial Myriad Races were enraged. An heir of a royal clan had died at the paws of a dog. It was an immense humiliation.
The Ten Great Royal Clans and even the Imperial Clan came forward with their armies and surrounded the Sacred City.
The entire Universe was watching Beidou. It was impossible to look away: the races left behind from the Immemorial Era were clamoring to slaughter the Human Race and seize Beidou.
While the Immemorial Clan surrounded the Sacred City, they also sent forces to attack other gathering places of human cultivators, including several major cities.
They wanted to catch the Human Race off guard and show them what they were capable of.
Unfortunately, they failed. The Immemorial Clan discovered that the Human Race seemed to have prepared in advance. No matter how remote the place they ambushed, someone stopped them in an instant.
Their attacks had no effect whatsoever.
How could the Sages, the Holy Lands, and the Emperor Lineages have failed to guard against such petty tricks? The movements their enemies thought secret fooled no one.
Ye Fan and Lu Mingfei kept a close eye on the Dao Realm and intercepted one small Immemorial Clan unit. Ye Fan then cut through the entire force alone.
Ye Fan was disappointed. These races that had once dominated the Immemorial Era were so weak it hurt to watch.
What true Heavenly Prodigies today did not have a few Emperor Arts and Ancient Scriptures at their disposal? Those ancient-race cultivators only made Ye Fan shake his head.
Their Magical Power was feeble, their bodies frail, their Primordial Spirits weak, and their Divine Abilities ordinary.
Over more than a hundred thousand years of the Dao Calendar, Secret Techniques had emerged one after another: arts that refined Magical Power, arts that