Ailsa gazed toward Isemeine deeply. This matter seemed to be growing larger and larger. At this point, even Ailsa couldn't see the end of it all.
For the Martial Gods to do this, moving to a world that wasn't their own all despite knowing what dangers it would bring and what sort of disadvantage they would be at… Just what were they running from?
No, this was just the tip of the iceberg. For the Martial Gods to come to this place having already fallen so far, and yet be able to lay claim to much of their world not even a billion years later… What chance did they stand?
By all rights, the Martial Gods had proved that they were far beyond what they could compare to.
Their Bloodline was perfect. Not only did it innately give them both high Body Realm and Qi Realm talent, it could synergize with other Bloodlines to create more power effects. Not only were they quick to adapt, but they were becoming more powerful with each successive generation without fail.