Resonant sounds echoed, paintings of iron and blood were branded into everyone's hearts as if seared by a hot iron.
Even Xiao Bai remembered his own race, how insignificant one's safety was compared to the well-being of the entire race.
When your race, like the Chaos Divine Beast, roamed the heavens and earth, carefree in all directions, your very presence would command countless people's admiration and fear.
All of this was created by your race, your ancestors, with their heads thrown and their blood spilled to forge a favorable environment for you!
The two Grandmasters, Qing Mu Daoist, and the three of them, their blood boiled with fervor, those shouts were the resonance of the ancient ancestors of Huaxia, those who laid the eternal foundation for Huaxia.
