Like a ghost, Ye Han slipped soundlessly through a mountainous landscape filled with strange peaks and jagged ridges...
Ahead, wisps of distorted Spatial Ripples appeared from time to time, sometimes accompanied by drifting gray or black flames.
An enormous Mountain Peak ahead had been cleaved in two by some terrifying divine ability or treasure, splitting the thousand-zhang mountain clean in half.
Throughout the Demon Sky Battlefield, traces left by such terrifying spells, divine abilities, and treasure strikes could be seen everywhere.
Bottomless ravines, horrifying holes a hundred zhang across blasted through the terrain, enormous Mountain Peaks severed in two...
Every one of them bore witness to the brutality of the war between devils and humans all those years ago.
From the books he had read, Ye Han knew that other races, such as the Devil Race and demon cultivators, invaded other realms to enslave those worlds, transforming them into places suited to the Devil Race's cultivation and survival, expanding the territory in which they could thrive.
Naturally, the cultivators of other races could not simply sit and wait for death. Once a realm became suited to the Devil Race's survival, mortals in particular would have no chance of living on...
Mortals were, in fact, the foundation of every major sect's cultivators. Only mortals could continually produce cultivators with spirit roots and the aptitude to practice Immortal Arts.
Some cultivators had once believed that unions between cultivators could produce more descendants endowed with spirit roots.
In truth, that was indeed the case. Many cultivation lineages had arisen in precisely that manner.
However, relying solely on cultivators to produce descendants could easily lead to cultivation lineages hollowing out the authority of the major sects, hindering their growth instead.
Moreover, the sheer numerical advantage of mortals completely erased that difference in proportion. In