Lin Yi seemed to understand something.
Those ancient human tribes he encountered on the eighth and ninth levels.
They should be the tribes left behind by this human emperor, scattered throughout the Jiuzhou area to continue the human legacy.
No wonder those tribes were all soldiers, tirelessly boiling the Desolate Divine Bone day and night.
Their purpose was to construct Heaven's Gate, to seal the Descent Abyss.
"Five hundred thousand people united, it only took ten years!"
"That Heaven's Gate stood tall at the mouth of the Abyss!"
"Back then, I was full of spirit."
"After the Heaven's Gate was built, I intended to lead a hundred thousand elite troops into the Abyss to slaughter the Desolate Gods within."
"To leave a peaceful path for my people for ten thousand generations to come."
"So they wouldn't suffer the catastrophe of the Desolate God again."
Lin Yi felt his heart surge when he heard this.
These pioneers who founded sects and created history.
