"Hahaha."
The Thunder Realm Venerable laughed.
Fang Xingyu waved her hand; a flaming giant blade solidified, its scorching heat melting the void, burning fissures into the earth's crust.
She sighed and said:
"The gods of the Divine Court are simply too merciful. Though they don't need faith to persist, they still granted those low-level creatures under the firmament a sliver of space to survive. If you ask me, back in the era of the Great Wilderness, humanity and their vile ilk should've been exterminated, the true spirits wiped out—leave behind only the divine and the divine bloodlines. Without these pig-like, endlessly breeding lowly beings, the Evil God of Stars would never have set sights on the faith and incense offerings of this universe! There would be no divine war! None of the endlessly wretched disasters that followed!"
