At this moment, following the conclusion of the Monster Heaven Court meeting, many demon gods had gathered together.
"Bai Ze, why didn't you dissuade the Heavenly Emperor earlier?"
The Demon God Shangyang asked. "You know as well as I do that although the Monster Race is powerful, the Wu Race is not to be underestimated. If war breaks out between us, the world will fall into ruin, and our Monster Race will suffer heavy losses."
"How could I have dissuaded him?" Bai Ze retorted. "This is a blood feud—his daughter was killed. Anyone who tries to dissuade the Heavenly Emperor will face death. Did you see any demon god dare say a single word back there?"
"This...!"
Shangyang fell silent. Even though they were siblings to Donghuang Taiyi, the Heavenly Emperor was still the supreme ruler. They were merely courtiers. To speak out against him, especially in his fury, would be courting death. No one dared utter such words.
The only one who might have dared was Di Jun, but he, too, was consumed by rage. After all, the ten Golden Crows were his nieces, now slain by the Wu Race.
How could such a thing be tolerated?!
"And why should I stop him?" Bai Ze's eyes blazed. "This is a rare opportunity."
"Oh? What do you mean?" Shangyang was stunned and turned to look at Bai Ze.
"It's simple," Bai Ze said, a fierce glint in his eyes. "After countless years of growth, our Monster Race has dominated the skies, occupied countless stars, and subdued hundreds of millions of races. Our luck is immense.
Even so, the vast Prehistoric World still has territories we have yet to claim. That is a humiliation to our Monster Race."
The truth was, the Monster Race had become immensely powerful. Their members weren't limited to beings from the Prehistoric World, but included Quasi-Saints from other realms, drawn by the Monster Race's prospects and eager to share in the glory of becoming the world's ruling race.
Di Jun and Taiyi, magnanimous and open-minded, welcomed all who came. With the help of these Quasi-Saints, the Monster Race's strength had surged, turning them into true overlords of the heavens. Countless races trembled at their name.
But even so, they only ruled the skies and the stars.
The vast lands of the Prehistoric World remained under the control of the Wu Race—a super race equal in power.
The Wu Race did not cultivate the soul or magical arts. Instead, they refined only the physical body. Their fists were weapons, their bodies divine treasures. A single punch could destroy all, a single strike could shatter every law.
With such formidable strength, they ruled the boundless land.
In the past, when the Monster Race was still weak, the two races had a silent agreement: not to invade each other's territory and to develop separately.
One ruled the heavens.
The other ruled the earth.
But now things were different. The Monster Race had flourished, their power vast and unrivaled. They were no longer satisfied with merely the skies—they wanted the land as well.
They wanted it all.
"Yes!"
Bifang Crane stood up. "We, the Monster Race, are the true overlords of heaven and earth. We dwell in the skies and rule over countless stars. We are the rightful masters of the Prehistoric World.
All races must bow to our authority.
The Wu Race is lawless, arrogant, and unrestrained. They must be punished!
In the past, they would attack us on sight. I can't count how many of our brothers died at their hands.
Back then, the Heavenly Emperor hesitated. He feared the Wu Race couldn't be conquered. But now? This incident has made up his mind—just as all of us demon gods hoped for!"
He had long desired war with the Wu Race, having clashed with them many times. But under the Heavenly Emperor's orders, they had always held back, allowing the Wu Race to grow unchecked.
Now, the Heavenly Emperor would tolerate no longer. He wished to annihilate the Wu Race.
"The most important thing is this," said Bai Ze gravely, "we don't have the luxury of time to grow the Monster Race slowly anymore."
"How so?" asked another demon god.
"That's because the seal of the Prehistoric World will soon be lifted once again."
Bai Ze spoke solemnly, "Currently, Quasi-Saints from other worlds are allowed to enter. This has already brought tremendous changes. Especially with the emergence of sects like Chanjiao (Chan Sect), Jiejiao (Jie Sect), and Buddhism—they haven't acted yet, but that doesn't mean they won't. They are massive threats to our Monster Race."
He paused. "Soon, even more Gods will be allowed to enter the Prehistoric World. Just think—when that happens, will we still be the protagonists of the world?"
The demon gods fell silent.
It was true. Once the Gods entered, the native races of the Prehistoric World would have no say.
The strength of the gods was overwhelming. Even united, the Monster Race could not rival them.
In truth, much of the Monster Race's current strength stemmed from the gods backing the Heavenly Emperor.
Some gods favored Di Jun, others supported the Wu Race.
Ultimately, both races were pawns in a much larger game—tools used by the gods to wage war by proxy.
"Because the gods cannot enter the Prehistoric World directly, we are still useful pawns," Bai Ze said coldly. "But once the seal is lifted and the gods enter freely, we'll lose our value."
He continued, "That's why we must become the protagonists of the world before the seal is lifted. We must seize control of the Prehistoric World's fate.
If we succeed, even the gods will have to acknowledge us, and rely on us. They won't be able to act recklessly."
The gathered demon gods understood instantly. If the seal was lifted before a victor emerged between the Monster and Wu Races, the gods might send in their own creations to take the lead.
If that happened, both races could be relegated to the shadows of history.
Their only chance was to win now.
Claim the destiny of the world—before it was too late.
"So let us prepare for war," said Bai Ze, his voice filled with murderous intent. "In this battle, either our Monster Race shall perish, or the Wu Race will fall."