Among the myriad worlds, the most anguished is undoubtedly the human race.
"Proclaim, gather intelligence on the divine children of all clans!"
Within the Ancestor Hall, the Ancestor, who was meditating with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, his gaze like a sword, looking toward the Ninth Heaven, where Chaos Qi surged and a Three-legged Golden Crow soared high.
The void rippled, and a figure clad in black robes appeared out of thin air, respectfully saluted, and then tore through the void and left.
Unintentionally, a wisp of aura emitted from him, enough to make an Immortal King martial artist bow down!
"Within Torch Academy, two innate divine talents emerged, initially thought to suppress the other clans slightly, but unexpectedly..."
The Ancestor murmured to himself, raising his head to observe the fortune of the human race, discovering that after the birth of the divine children from various clans, it had diminished by twenty percent.
