Sword Ancestor Haoyi

"Conspiracy! This is all a conspiracy! Don't trust anyone, especially those demon emperors!" The shrill roar shook the void, and under the bloody setting sun, the once prosperous plane was crumbling inch by inch. All living beings think that the symbiosis of all races is a natural evolution, but no one knows the mysterious truth at the core of the plane: the so-called prosperity is just a hotbed for the master of the plane to nourish living beings, and thousands of living beings are cultivated for it. Even if the Demon Emperor holds the power of Burning Heaven, he is nothing more than a fattened lamb in front of the will of the immortal plane. "Bang——!" In the shocking explosion, the body of the first demon wolf turned into blood mist, and then thousands of creatures exploded simultaneously. The sounds of broken bones and the wails of souls merged into a scarlet tide, dyeing the clouds in the sky. When the last scream dissipated, only broken walls and ruins were left floating in the dead silence of the huge plane, and even the wind carried the smell of burnt blood. But destruction is not the end. When the blood mist settled, the broken earth began to reorganize, dead trees sprouted, wild rivers surged, and new ethnic groups multiplied on the ruins - this was the beginning of a thousand reincarnations. Every time, all living beings will move from ignorance to glory, and then become nourishment at their peak, just like a curse carved into the laws of time and space. Is there really no way to break the fate of eternal reincarnation? When the new daylight illuminated the newborn tribe, a strange smile oozed from the cracks in the abyss: "Hehe... The last reincarnation has begun."