“By the way, I secretly entered the Border Royal City this time. I discovered the history of the Continent of Ten Thousand Races and the origins of the Nine Races inside,” the Angel Avatar suddenly said.
The others immediately turned their attention toward her, their eyes filled with curiosity.
They did not care much for history itself, but a single question had lingered in their minds for a long time: why were there Gods among the Nine Races, yet these Gods never stepped in to help even when their own races faced the fate of total destruction?
The limit of what they could do seemed restricted to bestowing their power to strengthen Demigods.
Clearly, the power of a God was far more than that, so there must be a special reason.
The Nine Races had nine Gods in total, and almost every one of them acted this way.
The Angel Avatar did not intentionally keep them in suspense.
She stood up, faced the crowd, and spoke slowly.
“Tens of thousands of years ago, the Continent of Ten Thousand Races was shrouded by an incredibly powerful magic, isolated from the rest of the world. This continent was vast and boundless, and the people of all races lived here in harmony.”
In that distant past, the Continent of Ten Thousand Races was like a tranquil and peaceful paradise.
Various exotic creatures inhabited the land, together writing the magnificent chapter of life.
However, a sudden change broke this peace — a mysterious and powerful magic descended, strictly sealing off the entire continent.
This magical barrier blocked interference from the outside world while also preventing the creatures inside from taking a single step out.
Thus, the Continent of Ten Thousand Races fell into a state of isolation and began its long journey of self-development.
Time flowed on, and several thousand years passed like a white horse galloping across a crevice.
During those long years, some races were like the rising sun, flourishing and growing increasingly powerful.
They gradually established their own kingdoms and left a profound mark on the long river of history.
However, fate is always full of variables.
One day, as the leader of the Human Race was returning from foreign talks, a shocking sight met his eyes — a tiny crack had actually appeared in the continent’s Protective Array! Endless Black Qi continuously surged from that gap; it was an evil force capable of eroding all living beings.
Even more terrifyingly, he truly felt an extremely powerful and horrifying presence lurking outside through that rift.
Facing this perilous situation, the leader of the Human Race knew his responsibility was heavy.
As the most powerful Human Mage of the time, he decided without hesitation to repair the array with his own power.
After a period of arduous effort, the array was finally repaired, but he lost more than half of his power because of it and suffered from hidden ailments.
This became the main culprit that hindered him from attaining the position of a God in the future.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.
Just 123 years later, the Protective Array of the Continent of Ten Thousand Races cracked again, and this time the fracture was even larger.
Such a severe degree of damage was already beyond the scope of any repair capabilities.
Before he could think of a solution, countless jet-black figures emerged from the rift in the distant sky.
These were mysterious Foreign Races from beyond the heavens, enveloping the ten thousand races like a nightmare.
The strength of these Foreign Races was terrifying.
Their bodies were surrounded by Black Mist that could erode the human heart, and everywhere they passed turned into a desolate wasteland where not a single blade of grass could grow.
Once in the long river of history, the nine major races suffered a heavy blow, eventually uniting as one to resist and successfully repel the Foreign Races.
Since then, the Continent of Ten Thousand Races established an Alliance, and internal conflicts gradually subsided, replaced by vigilance and concern regarding the Foreign Races.
They realized deeply that to resist foreign invasion, they had to repair that protective array.
Through the joint efforts of all races, the array was repaired once again.
This wonderful state lasted for several millennia.
Just as the ten thousand races were gradually adapting to the new order, an accident occurred once again.
This time, the Protective Array was actually sabotaged from the inside, and they faced the fiercest attack from the Foreign Races in history.
Countless races were wiped out in this brutal War.
Even existences as powerful as the Saint Realm were nothing more than cannon fodder.
However, the Demigods did not yield.
Relying on thousands of years of development and growth, Gods were finally born among the nine most powerful races.
The nine Gods worked together, collectively unleashing their divine might to successfully block the Foreign Races beyond the heavens and repair the Protective Array.
Since then, they have remained there to guard it.
From that moment on, no more Gods existed on the mainland.
However, due to the aftermath of this event, the residual power of the Foreign Races was difficult to eliminate.
It eroded the land, causing the Continent of Ten Thousand Races to split into four pieces, which became the current Ordinary, Sacred, Fallen, and Golden continents.
And the areas where these four continents neighbor each other are those eroded lands, which are now the Border Region.
The Angel Avatar stopped her explanation and gazed calmly at everyone present.
The Demon Incarnation also showed a look of sudden realization and said, “So that’s how it is. No wonder those Gods cannot help; it turns out they aren’t here at all.”
Qilin was full of doubt and asked, “Was that leader of the Human Race the man who later became the King of the Border?”
“Exactly. The ten thousand races all suspected that a traitor had appeared within their ranks, so they held the Great Assembly of Ten Thousand Races to discuss the matter. Unexpectedly, the leader of the Human Race failed to attend. The representative they sent was pressured by the other races. All the arrows of accusation were ruthlessly pointed at this formerly most powerful Mage.”
They began a long and arduous search, yet they found nothing.
Days passed like this until one day, the man actually appeared of his own accord and was captured.
The other races immediately gathered around, questioning him about why he had suddenly disappeared and what exactly he had been doing during that time.
Facing everyone’s doubts and accusations, he did not say a word, only silently lowering his head and maintaining a puzzling silence.
This attitude made some extremist races very angry.
They did not hesitate to point their fingers directly at him, believing he must be hiding an unspeakable secret.
At this time, the Human Race stood up to defend him, stating they were willing to believe in his innocence.
However, the Human Race’s hearts were also filled with conflict and struggle.
They knew they did not have enough strength to be enemies with the ten thousand races, let alone start a War.
After weighing the pros and cons, they had to make a difficult decision: sacrifice the individual to ensure the safety of the entire race.
Finally, after a round of heated debate and negotiation, the Human Race helplessly handed him over.
The maximum they could fight for was merely a guarantee that he would not be killed.
Therefore, the ten thousand races made a seemingly compromising decision — to exile him to the Border Region and leave him to fend for himself.
That led to the series of events that followed…
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