It was too weird.
This was an impossible feat.
If life were born this easily, why would there be such slaughter across the myriad realms of the Heavens?
Those powerful races, to obtain Life Essence, had shouted themselves hoarse, and later... simply stopped shouting and took matters into their own hands.
They were arrogantly bullying the weak.
The Human Clan, who claimed to have the strongest reproductive capabilities, still cried out constantly in the river of history: "We're going to die out, we're going extinct!"
And so on and so forth.
The waves of rebellion never ceased.
All of this, all for "life."
Therefore, the birth of life couldn't possibly be so simple.
But no one could explain the scene before them.
Wang Xiaodao, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, muttered to himself, "It truly is inconceivable. How did he do it? Fake! I must be dreaming."
However...
The sky, covered with dark clouds, thundered and rolled, booming loudly, deafeningly.
