In the Divine Marquis Hall, a somber silence prevailed, imbued with a touch of melancholy. Within the human race, there might be power struggles and competition for gain, but still, there existed those of iron bone and integrity and those with azure blood and a loyal heart.
Xiao Chen realized that the human race had laid out an epoch-defining stratagem, employing the blood and bones of an entire race as the priming catalyst for this great arrangement. A race that had produced an imperial powerhouse, who had ascended through the cultivation of divinity, was undoubtedly coveted by the Hundred Clans of Heaven.
The Hundred Clans of Heaven were also in pursuit of the footsteps of spiritual beings. The Divine Blood Cultivators created by the human race had become their object of envy, for even if they did not become true spiritual beings, an emperor alone could elevate a race to the pinnacle of this era across all heavens.
