In ancient times, hundreds of races were born on the continent, the human race was weak, and all the races wantonly enslaved the human race, feeding on people, and the human race was ethereal, difficult, miserable, and faced the risk of extinction at any time. After the hundred tribes in the contradictions, each other's conquest, the human race ushered in a glimmer of survival in the cracks, in the hundreds of thousands of years in the chaos of the hundred tribes, some of them are powerful teachers in the sky, sense of nature, and obtain incomparably powerful abilities, under the leadership of these powers, step by step to grow and rise, and gradually have a place in the ancient continent where the hundred tribes are ravaging.

After tens of thousands of years of bloody battles, the human race finally won the protracted battle, and the human race finally ended its fate of being enslaved and ravaged, standing tall between heaven and earth.

After the war, all ethnic groups recuperated, and there was peace between heaven and earth.

However, it didn't take long for the gods, Buddhas, Taoists and other races to see the rapid growth of the human race, and their hearts gradually became uneasy, and at the same time, the hundred tribes that had been silent for many years made a comeback again.

The world is rising again, people, gods, Buddhas, Taoists and other races have to join forces again to fight, for a time the war is broken, the mountains and rivers are broken, they go to the sky and the earth, pick the stars and take the moon, all kinds of power flashes, the battle is far more tragic than that year, the great power of all races, the great sages have fallen one after another, even those who were born in the congenital, known as the immortal and immortal ancestors of the various races have not been spared.

The continuous war almost destroyed everything on the ancient continent, with the continuous escalation of the battle, the power of the war was more, and finally, this ancient continent that raised all ethnic groups finally failed to escape the fate of collapse, and was divided into five, and then, the hundred tribes were defeated one after another, and the human, god, Buddha, Taoist and other races won a tragic victory again.

With the end of the Great War, the collapsed Ancient Continent was occupied by various races one after another, the largest piece of the Central Continent was occupied by the most dazzling human race in this war, the gods, Buddhas, Daoists and other races chose a continent hanging high above the Central Continent, while the Hundred Races were hidden in the other three continents surrounding the Central Continent.

At that time, the world was considered stable, and then after countless years of development, the various ethnic groups multiplied on the five continents, and finally, the continent hanging high in the sky was called the 'Heavenly Realm' by later generations, the continent located in the center was called the 'Bitter Realm' by the human race, and the three continents surrounding it were called the 'Demon Domain', the 'Demon Realm' and the 'Ghost Prison', collectively referred to as the Five Realms.

Time has passed, the human race has become more and more prosperous in the bitter realm, the largest battlefield of the ancient war, the world is reincarnated, the dynasty is replaced, and the Taoism is updated.

However, the legend of the ancient war engraved in the blood of the human race has always reminded future generations that one day, the hundred races will make a comeback again, but I don't know when, maybe tomorrow, maybe it will be the near future, but the human race will never slack off for that day, never forget, forever!

～～

The remnant sun obliquely shone on the Valley of the Burial Soldiers, the valley was silent, and the little spots of light sprinkled by the afterglow were reflected on the various weapons of the Castle Luobu in the valley, those ancient weapons that had long been unknown for many years had been broken, as if they had a trace of spirituality, with the occasional breeze, a faint moaning sound, like a sorrowful roar, but also like lamenting the glory of the past, like the gradually falling sunset, will eventually lose all the glory.

As the last rays of the setting sun passed, the night began to cover the valley, and tonight there was no moon, and under the faint starlight, a thin mist slowly spread out from the depths of the valley, adding a touch of desolation and strangeness to the already bleak and dark valley.

In the middle of the valley, a giant sword more than 10,000 feet tall stands majestically, and the long years and the relentless erosion of wind and sand cannot cause the slightest damage to it, it is still as straight to the sky as it was back then, and it is domineering.

Tonight, the giant sword that had been silent for many years swayed gently with the wind, and a trace of black gas slowly seeped out along the gap between the mud and vines covering the sword, and then spread to the entire valley.

Suddenly, a huge book with bright light crossed from the distant sky, crossed tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, and instantly came to the sky above the giant sword of the Burial Soldier Valley, and the soft light of the giant book illuminated the entire valley, and the weapons in the valley seemed to sense something, and fell silent for a while.

Only the giant sword in the center shook, and the sword body shook, and the overflowing black gas suddenly formed a demon face covering thousands of miles above the giant sword, and it let out a silent roar at the giant book, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth seemed to be shaken, and an invisible impact instantly enveloped the giant book, as if to tear it apart.

The giant book moved slightly, and the light of the great light lit up, and at this time it was as dazzling as the scorching sun above the nine heavens, and as soon as the invisible impact entered the scope of the glorious light, it instantly dissipated into the invisible like the ice and snow of the scorching sun.

At this moment, the giant book moved again, countless small words were scattered from the book, the devil's face was hollow, and a huge 'Confucian' character was generated out of thin air, and the devil's face in the sky was illuminated by the Confucian word, and with an unwilling roar, it had disappeared in an instant, and it no longer existed.

The demon face dissipated, and the huge Confucian character volley rotated in the air, and then slowly suppressed from top to bottom, towards the giant sword, which seemed to feel a shaking, as if to break free from the invisible shackles.

Unfortunately, the restraint was too strong, and in the end it just let out an unwilling roar and regained its composure.

The giant sword calmed down, and after the giant book circled around it again, the brilliance flashed, and it had already slashed through the sky, and only the milky Confucian characters still stayed on the giant sword.

Seeing the giant book disappear in the sky, a faint voice in the giant sword said hatefully: "The deity is difficult to bury in the sky, the earth is difficult to destroy......, how long can a Confucian character suppress the deity?