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"How is it that a race so aflicted by the seven emotions and six desires can produce so many great beings?"
The young man seemed to think of something, a hint of displeasure on his face slowly vanished, replaced by a thick layer of confusion.
He truly could not understand.
Logically speaking, such an inherently weak race, if placed in the Endless Ruins Abyss, would certainly be the lowest of the low, doomed to be enslaved until death.
But this was the Human Race!
A powerful race that even within the Endless Ruins Abyss held a prestigious name.
This race had produced far too many terrifying beings.
As far as he knew, the Mysterious Yellow World in which he currently resided once buried countless Ruins Demon Gods eons ago.
It was said that even the great Dominators had suffered major losses at the hands of the Dao Masters of the Human Race in this world, subsequently falling into a slumber that lasted endless aeons.
Now they had been resurrected.
