Twenty thousand years ago, the current Heavenly Spirit Continent was still known as the Ten Directions Continent. There are tens of thousands of races large and small on the continent, and the ethnic group where the strongest ten emperors belong calls themselves the main race, believing that they are the masters of all races in the world.

At that time, the ten emperors were competing for hegemony, the mainland was full of gunsmoke, and there was no place for peace. A sentence from the ten main clans, all races only have the right to obey orders, and would rather die than rebel!

Only the top 10,000 ethnic groups can be called clans, and they can have the territory of the clan. The other tens of thousands of small clans can only become the servants of the ten thousand clans, scattered and distributed among the ten thousand clans, and there is no place to stand.

At that time, the human race was born only two or three thousand years ago, and the population was only just over 50,000 people, which was too small for tens of millions of people.

In the last battle of the Ten Thousand Races, the Terrans fought desperately, and barely ranked 9,872, and finally retained a small territory on the Northwest Desert Ice Field.

At this time, the beast clan of the southern great forest and the ice and snow spirit clan of the northern ice field had long been eyeing the human race, and they were always thinking about turning the human race into a forbidden body.

With the help of the resources of the main race, it can produce a steady stream of labor in a short period of time, and it can also be used as a delicious ration, which is the most ideal servant of all races.

Since its birth, it has been suppressed by all races, and the last time all races fought, they almost became servants!

A generation of Snow Desert Emperors rose from the snow, took his Xianyue War Knife all the way up, fought bloodily for two thousand years, and finally became the first emperor of the continent. Since then, the human race has been revered as the Heavenly Spirit Race, and the Ten Directions Continent has also been renamed the Heavenly Spirit Continent!

After 20,000 years, the Snow Desert Emperor lived in seclusion in the Snow Desert Valley, and no one knew whether the Snow Desert Emperor was still in the world. It's just that every one or two thousand years, there will always be a knife by the side of a teenager to help him become the backbone of the human race.

It's just that in the last three thousand years, this knife has never been born again. The Quarter Moon has become a legend, and even the name of the Quarter Moon has been forgotten.

The human race has returned to the days of being oppressed by all races, and it looks like it is about to fall out of the hundred major clans on the mainland. The Orcs are even more salivating, ready to devour the Terrans at any time, and make the Terrans slaves of the Ten Master Clans.

Only the old antiques who have lived in seclusion in the years have been waiting for the coming of the first moon, hoping that it will lead the human race back to those glorious years.

One day, a rusty knife came to a thin young man, who had fallen down and was no longer breathing.

The blade dripped, a drop of bright red blood into the boy's mouth, and then in a flash, a light entered the boy's body. The knife also seemed to have lost everything, and fell into the grass next to it.

The sunset is infinitely good, and the young Li Xianyue wakes up on the hill and wakes up leisurely.