"Spectacles: The Great Hunt of the Heavenly Realm is over, it’s your turn, Central Earth! May the heavens have mercy on you!"
Across the Moon Realm, Jiang Fan could feel Red Sleeves’ sadness, anger, and despair.
During the month of the Great Hunt, what did the Asura Clan village in the Heavenly Realm go through?
And now, what is the situation?
Jiang Fan’s finger hovered over the Moon Realm, hesitating to inquire.
After a long while, he gathered the courage to write:
"Take a good name: What’s the casualty situation in the various Asura villages?"
It was a long time before a response came from the Moon Realm.
"Spectacles: Thank you for keeping the last spark of life for the Asura clans."
Jiang Fan’s pupils contracted.
Does this mean that the Asura clans in the Heavenly Realm have... perished?
With trembling fingers, he wrote:
"Take a good name: Is it this grim?"
He believed the Ancient Giants had the power to wipe out all the Asura clans.
But if they exterminated them, what would the Ancient Giants hunt in the next Great Hunt?
As per tradition, the Ancient Giants would leave a spark for each village, allowing them a hundred years to reproduce.
So why have they eradicated everything this time?
"Spectacles: Except for nine large Asura tribes, there are no remains of the others."
Jiang Fan was stunned for quite a while.
No remains left—these four light words describe a scene of extreme horror.
The sight he’d seen through the Heavenly Eye Asura Clan, of an Ancient Giant devouring an entire village, was but a reflection of countless other villages.
"Spectacles: The Ancient Giants have gone mad, destroying everything without consequence; the Asura villages are like this, and so will be your Central Earth."
Jiang Fan’s gaze turned solemn.
What happened that made the Ancient Giants change the rules of ten thousand years?
If they wiped out the Asura villages, what about Central Earth?
He suddenly realized a truth he’d overlooked.
With fingers on the Moon Realm, he wrote:
"Take a good name: Are we, Central Earth, just like your Asura villages, actually being reared by the Ancient Giants?"
"Spectacles: You only realize it now? Is there a difference between the millennium-long return of the Ancient Giants and the century-long Great Hunt?"
"Spectacles: They are all orchestrated cataclysms."
Jiang Fan’s body shook, his gaze losing focus momentarily.
He had long felt that the intervals between each millennial cataclysm were too deliberate.
It turns out that a giant hand was indeed driving everything from behind the scenes.
The difference was that the Asura villages were just a meal for the Ancient Giants.
Central Earth was their Taotie feast!
And over the millennia, not every cataclysm resulted in Central Earth’s victory.
That Central Earth has continued till now was likely because the Ancient Giants left a spark behind so Central Earth could continue, convenient for another hunt!
But now.
A drastic change must have occurred among the Ancient Giants.
They decided to end everything!
If Central Earth loses this time, it will be complete extinction!
Whew!
Jiang Fan took a deep breath, feeling the weight as he wrote:
"Take a good name: What is your situation now?"
Red Sleeves remained silent for a long time before responding.
"Spectacles: Like a fish in a dried-up pond, what can I do but wait for death?"
Jiang Fan understood her predicament.
The Ancient Giants had already enacted a policy of extermination on each major village.
How can the remaining nine major villages fend for themselves?
Once the Ancient Giants exterminated Central Earth, they would focus their power to obliterate them entirely.