Chapter 60: The Primordial Myriad Clans

Even as the most talented woman of all time, and one of the most powerful beings in the world, there were still outcomes she could not reverse.

Luo Yan voiced the question he cared about the most: "Does the Empress know the origins of the Red Demon Heavenly Lord?"

The Empress's voice was cold and aloof, seeming to come from the nine heavens: "A Heavenly Lord from the Mythological Era, who obtained the inheritance of a suspected immortal's dojo from a primordial epoch. In his later years, he was replaced by the uncanny entities within that immortal inheritance, suspected to be an ancient race."

A sense of certainty settled in Luo Yan's mind. It seemed the Empress did not know of the Weird Clan either; after all, there was no news of the Weird Clan in this world. It was just that the bizarre arts left behind by the Weird Clan had been accidentally acquired by the Red Demon Heavenly Lord.

That person had walked alone along the ancient path of history, bearing the weight of all ages single-handedly!

Luo Yan wanted to ask other questions, such as the Dao of proving oneself as the Emperor...

Regrettably, the Empress fell back into her daze once more. No matter how Luo Yan called out to her, there was no response. Before long, she retreated beneath the abyss, sinking back into chaos once again.

Little Nannan woke up from her slumber: "Brother Luo Yan... Did that elder sister come? Did you get to see her?"

"I saw her! Let's go back."

"What a pity! Little Nannan didn't get to see her! That elder sister looked so pretty! I wanted to observe her up close!" Little Nannan pouted, saying unhappily.

Luo Yan gently flicked her forehead: "I'll take you to see her next time!"

"It's a deal then! Brother Luo Yan, you are not allowed to trick me!"

...

A month later.

Yaochi Sacred Land.

Ever since the last failed expedition into the mystic realm, the morale of the human race had been depressed and stifled, with everyone feeling a sense of impending doom.

So many powerful cultivators had charged into the mystic realm, not only failing to eradicate the source of the red curse, but instead burying the supreme strength of the human race and even helping the Red Demon Heavenly Lord recover from his injuries.

The Age of Dharma Ending had arrived, and the deaths of these human experts were a monumental blow to the race. Perhaps for thousands of years to come, no Great Saint would be born, and there might not even be a few Saint Kings. To worry even further, simply severing the Dao to become a saint might become an extravagant hope in the future.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, will that senior truly come?" a sacred land master asked anxiously.

Boss Jin hesitated for a moment, then said with certainty: "This is the message that senior had me pass on. Given his status, he will certainly not break his word! He will definitely come to Yaochi Sacred Land!"

The people of the human race squeezed a cold sweat in their hearts, only daring to relax slightly upon hearing these words.

Today, many masters of the sacred land level had gathered in Yaochi Sacred Land to discuss matters, all for the sake of beholding the human senior who had unleashed the laws of the Ultimate Dao that day and forced back the Red Demon Heavenly Lord.

Of course, it was also to deter the Primordial Myriad Clans.

Since the Archaic Era, the Primordial Myriad Clans had always been active. Now that a great calamity for the human race was approaching, it was inevitable that the Primordial Myriad Clans would kick them while they were down. After all, a deep, irreconcilable hatred already existed between the two sides.

Outside Yaochi, ancient war chariots came rolling in, covered in axe marks, sword scars, and various traces tempered by the fires of war—chariots that had once swept through the battlefield like a bamboo splitting.

There were archaic fierce beasts with nine heads pulling chariots, archaic royal beasts with divine turtles carrying shells on their backs, and flood dragons covered in black scales from head to toe...

Each of them exhaled monstrous divine light, every single one terrifying to the extreme with intimidating auras. Some of these archaic fierce beasts were even extremely close to the Saint realm, and the masters of those mounts were former archaic imperial clans—primordial tribes that had once produced ancient emperors.

"Even the Primordial Imperial Clans have come. It seems they attach great importance to this gathering!"

"They don't necessarily care about this gathering! It is said that the true powerhouses of the Primordial Myriad Clans have not yet truly awakened. Those present today are merely the surviving bloodlines of the Primordial Myriad Clans, with only a few direct descendants possessing extraordinary bloodlines!

What the Primordial Myriad Clans truly care about is that senior who repelled the Red Demon Heavenly Lord. Rumors say that senior will descend upon Yaochi Sacred Land today!"

"That's true. How arrogant and proud the Primordial Myriad Clans were in the past! Now that more than half of our human experts are dead or injured, the only reason they refrain from kicking us while we're down is their fear of that senior!"

Human cultivators wore solemn expressions, and the few remaining Saint Kings had grim looks on their faces simply because one Ancestral King after another had stepped out from the Primordial Myriad Clans, their momentum monstrous, terrifying beyond compare, and with peerless cultivation!

Especially one among them—a Great Saint! The might he exuded could easily defeat any human saint.

"That is... Great Saint Wanhun! A Great Saint who attained the Dao and became a saint in his early years. Rumors say he has always been sealed within divine source; I never expected him to be awakened by the Primordial Myriad Clans this time! They are coming aggressively, could it be targeted at that senior of our human race?" In a short span of time, five Great Saints of the Primordial Myriad Clans had appeared, all with heaven-defying cultivation.

Especially that Great Saint Wanhun, who looked like a very ordinary old man. Hailing from the ancient tribes, his figure was closer to that of a human, resembling an ordinary mountain old man dressed in extremely plain attire.

Yet the fluctuations he emitted were terrifying to the extreme—he was a peerless expert who had practically stepped half a foot into the Quasi-Emperor domain!

How many Great Saints could a single ancient star produce? Aside from special ancient stars like Beidou that possessed numerous imperial clan inheritances, few in the universe could compare. For a single ancient star to produce one Great Saint was already glorious!

An expert of this level was definitely an invincible existence. Unless an ancient emperor stepped forth, they would find no rivals across the heavens and the earth!

On that day, three human Great Saints had joined forces, wielding Imperial weapons of the Ultimate Dao to force their way into the Emperor's Mausoleum, only to end up perishing completely.

It wasn't that Great Saint experts lacked strength; rather, their opponent was simply too terrifying!

A Heavenly Lord who existed in the Mythological Era had reincarnated, re-cultivated, and once again proved the Dao to become an Emperor. This method of reincarnation was closer to an alternative transmigration.

Even if an entity of this level fell on hard times, they were still not something a Great Saint could contend against!

Five Great Saints, ten Saint Kings, and over twenty Saints!

For the Primordial Myriad Clans to dispatch so many powerhouses all at once forced people to think deeply and be on their guard!

The expressions of various human experts shifted slightly. If that human senior failed to arrive today, who could possibly suppress the Primordial Myriad Clans?

Compared to their luxurious lineup, the pitifully few Saint Kings on the human side were truly sparse.

"I wonder if that powerhouse of your human race has arrived?" an Ancestral King of the Primordial Royal Clans asked, his gaze scanning the human cultivators present, lingering especially on the few Saint Kings.

A human sacred master said with a slightly unnatural expression: "Fellow Daoists, the senior of our human race has yet to arrive. Please wait a moment!"

That Ancestral King, however, sneered derisively: "Since when does a mere half-saint sit in the position of a sacred land master? Has the human race truly fallen to such a state?"

Immediately, the expression of that sacred-master-level figure changed drastically, filled with inner fury yet daring not to utter a word.

The original sacred master of that sect had been cursed and killed by the Red Demon Heavenly Lord, reduced to a skeleton corpse now suppressed by his sect's divine artifact. In a pool of short people, he had to pick the tallest; as a half-saint, he had taken on the role of the sacred land master simply to stabilize the overall situation.

In the past, he would have jumped at the chance to sit in this position and even plotted for it with careful deliberation.

Yet in today's chaotic world, sitting in this position was not necessarily a good thing!