Titan: My Ancestors Were Minotaurs

A conscription every ten years. At the call of the dragons’ war horns, the Ironhorn Tribe headed for that slaughterhouse that had raged for a thousand years. Generation after generation, the tribespeople followed, one after another. Qin Che knew that without stepping into the transcendent realm, he would always be an ant. Bathe in dragon’s blood. Step into the transcendent realm. At last, after several eras had passed, the minotaur tribe he belonged to shed its bloodline and became an exalted existence. “Ten thousand years ago, you called our people minotaurs. I didn’t take issue with it, did I? ” “So what should you call our people now?”