Perhaps there was no need to incite another war among the myriad races. Even if he dispatched a few nirvana realm cultivators, Lord Whitlow coldly asserted, "They wouldn't dare to provoke another inter-racial conflict. They lack the foundation to do so."
"He is right. The myriad races in the starry sky no longer possess the capability," the Bright Lord added with a smile. "The reason for instigating another war among the races is simple."
He continued, "Back then, beyond the cosmos, with a single sword strike, you cut through time itself. You slew one group, entombed another, and sealed away yet another batch!"
"In that great conflict within this universe, over eighty percent of the resources accumulated by the races over the past ninety million years were obliterated by us," the Bright Lord explained. "Those ancient beings couldn't even reincarnate, and we shattered their soul imprints!
