"Senior, in the war a thousand years ago, our Dragon Clan enslaved the myriad races of the South, leaving only the Northern Territory Holy City under the True God's protection. Our clan has enslaved the myriad races of the world, and although the True God of Mount Tai has yet to make a move, we dragons have been living in constant dread."
Ao Tian replied.
Constant dread, like hell. The True God of Mount Tai had not descended the mountain for thousands of years. Apart from when the people of the Northern Territory Holy City had invited the divine sword out to suppress them, there had been no further action.
They suspected something might have happened to the True God of Mount Tai, but they had never dared investigate.
After all, among the myriad races they had enslaved, many were believers of Haotian.
In the True Dragons' estimation, Gods could not possibly ignore their believers' suffering.
What they did not know was that Jiang Yang had never cared about faith. As long as the world's conflicts remained within Earth, that was enough.
The Dragon Clan was also one of Earth's races. As long as they did not go too far and bring about the destruction of living beings, he could not be bothered to interfere.
Yet very few dragons believed in Gods. The ancestors of the western dragons were descendants of the Golden King, who had been killed by a God, while the eastern dragons had been created by Li Xiaowa herself and knew that Gods were merely more powerful beings.
Dragons were exceedingly proud creatures. Some might believe in Gods, but they were never devout at heart.
Thus, after enslaving the myriad races, they had grown uneasy.
Yet their greed to unify the world had overcome their fear.
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