I hung the pearl at my neck while changing Tiphoons’ surface.

The Qi veins were changed mercilessly. Those who opposed me I killed.

It took me two years.

The world had found equilibrium.

Many died, but the rational races found balance by alliance.

Dragons, Long-Lived Humans, High Elves, Elves, Dark Elves, Dwarfs, a few Demons, Angels and Saints.

None were alive back a billion years ago, so all came to meet me in battle.

Tattered, steel swords in hand.

Foolish useless things.

What good are those Magic-Deprived pseudo-gods which can’t even take a Planetary Domain for themselves?

What good are those infant dragons, which live only because they aren’t old enough to die if left without magic?

I began laughing at the sign of their battle banners.

Still, I had to make a single concession.

There are Dark Shadows amongst those useless things.

Moved by pure sacrifice, by being given strong flame to move and so manipulated by these beings.

Dark Shadows do have sentience and immensely high intelligence. However, it only activates for a brief time after eating.

Those things have not enough self-awareness to avoid being manipulated like this.

Still, this is a good sign.

If they start to live together and cooperate, those useless dogs may breed between themselves.

They may even advance their cultures and techniques. Besides, if they are one, then Irs and Ichia may have a better chance of guiding them. Of making them cultivate their Seeds, instead of wasting it in pointless efforts to store it for the future.

I have a plan.

As hundreds of thousands of Qi Cultivators from all races fly towards me, I move my palm.

Blood spurts all around, and hundreds of thousands die in a single moment.

The army bellow is aghast.

“Come to me and pretend.” - I said to the Immortal father and daughter.