But if Elixirs are refined using the blood of the Divine Race, they become top-tier geniuses.
Many powerhouses, in their quest for dominance, often slaughter the Divine Race in madness, extracting their blood, continuously refining their essence, to enhance their own talents and make further progress.
No matter which world they belong to, powerhouses will directly hunt down the Divine Race upon encountering them.
Unless the Divine Race in that world is so overwhelmingly powerful that they strike fear into others, so powerful that no one dares to make a move.
An innocent man will be condemned with a treasure in his possession.
It is never the jade that is guilty, but the common man, the weak.
"Why won't you leave us alone, we've already fled here! Why, why won't you give us a way to live?"
An elder's voice comes through, with golden hair waving, his aura imposing and majestic.
