High above, the Gang Winds were stirring, producing a whooshing sound akin to steel knives.
In the distance, a teor fell, sparking a brilliant fireball descending toward the ground; an eerie light streaked through the void, vanishing in an instant; red clouds transford in the space, bewitching and beautiful, truly captivating.
A blonde woman stood in the void, surrounded by Gang Qi, shielding her from various attacks.
Her expression was indifferent, awaiting the final outco.
Just then, the void shimred slightly, and a golden portal emitted a ray of light. As the light flashed, a Feather Demon Race cultivator erged. He appeared sowhat weary, carrying a few injuries, yet his Essence, Qi, and Spirit seed significantly enhanced.
In past monts, rely a flower in a greenhouse, now transford into a small tree hardened by storms.
The blonde woman nodded, quite satisfied.
Another disturbance followed, and another cultivator erged, albeit in worse condition: one arm broken, half a wing missing. A look of fear in his eyes, as though he had endured brutal battles in this Ancient Realm, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit shattered in the combat.
The blonde woman remained silent but had given up on him.
Such a person, ntal realm too weak, not worth cultivating.
Once again, the portal flickered, rays of light transford, and cultivators erged one after another, each with a different state: so trembling, so terrified, so fearful, so joyful, others sowhat deranged.
The group stepped forward, tallying their "prey," reporting their results.
The blonde woman tallied them, her expression subtly changing, identifying promising talents for focused cultivation; simultaneously deciding to abandon those like useless mud.
Under the count of the Human Race, about over a thousand Feather Demon Race cultivators had fallen, counter-killed by their prey.
The blonde woman spoke: "The battle is over. We must proceed to another site to gather and engage in military training, to unify all cultivators as a cohesive whole, enhancing cooperation, thereby increasing combat power. I hope you make it to the end."
With a wave of her hand, she led the group away, disappearing.
...
The ti had co; the calamity only lasted for one day.
The Feather Demon Race hunting their prey lasted only one day as well.
After one day, they would automatically withdraw.
The Feather Demon Race departed.
Yet in the Profound Yellow Realm, desolation remained, countless cities annihilated, walls crumbling, burying countless Humans; mountains collapsed, rivers blocked, many rivers began to change course. No blood on the ground, nor corpses, yet Evil Qi and Death Qi perated the void.
The once populous Ancient Realm now appeared sparsely populated and empty.
Under countless demonic invasions, the Human Race was reduced to less than a tenth, with most humans hunted and killed as prey.
Only a few of the Human Race survived.
They survived not because the Feather Demon Race were kind-hearted, but to leave "seeds," to wait for the population to flourish a century later, and then reap again.
Crack!
Crack!
At this mont, a space resounded violently, and as the sound continued, a man within awoke and, as if realizing sothing, directly exited this space.
Sensing everything outside, the once prosperous city had beco ruins, buried beneath countless Human corpses. Once there was a Supre Powerhouse, standing high above, striking down, leading to the city's destruction, turning it into ruins with countless casualties.
Evil Qi surged, innurable human spirits of resentnt and remnants stirred, seeming to voice their anger.
The man cried out unwillingly: "No, how could this happen! Teacher, how could you die? I am still dead, how could you die!"
Yang Feng gazed at everything around him, filled with endless unwillingness.
Everything recorded in books, brutal yet nothing compared to the harsh reality experienced.
"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"
Yang Feng gritted his teeth angrily.
...
The void shifted, high above, Lu Xuanji observed the scene.
Watching the blonde woman orchestrate everything, the Void Gate open, invading the Ancient Realm, beginning to regard the Human Race as "prey," slaughtering them in large numbers.
Then witnessing the massive slaughter of the Human Race, their tragic fate.
Lu Xuanji sighed slightly: "The Human Race in this world truly lives miserably. Destroyed were their ancient cultural records, destroyed was their cultivation system, destroyed were their cultural heritages; then they were herded in this Ancient Realm, living like livestock. Arrays were set around the periter, isolating them unknowingly!"
"Not only that, the Feather Demon Race taught these Humans the Totem Cultivation System, harboring ill intentions. The Totem Cultivation System is not only greatly flawed, consuming one's potential, but with many drawbacks. After cultivating the Totem System, Human Race cultivators beco even more delicious, more suitable to certain tastes!"
Witnessing this scene, Lu Xuanji felt heavy-hearted.
If the Purple Mansion Realm were breached, the Human Race there would also be herded, like livestock.
It would not be rely miserable, only more so.
"Regrettably, I cannot save you!"
Lu Xuanji apologized in his heart.
The Profound Yellow Ancient Realm, with arrays set at the Divine Transformation level, requiring a Divinity Transformation powerhouse to break, yet his incarnation was only at Peak of Nascent Soul, unable to breach the array and save these Humans.
Not only unable to save, but could only watch them being slaughtered silently.
"I can only use the Dream-Entering Technique to impart so things!"
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