Just as the Six Paths were completed, many powers in the prehistoric world instantly sensed the change. After all, they lived in this world—it was impossible for them not to notice.
Within the Monster Race's new settlement—
The original Heavenly Monster Court had already been destroyed in the previous battle. As a result, the Demon Race was forced to relocate its headquarters, barely preserving a sliver of vitality.
At this moment, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, and other monster race powers were gathered together.
"The world has changed," Di Jun said solemnly. "The City Lord personally acted to divide the prehistoric world into the Six Paths, forming the boundary of Reincarnation. I fear this world will never be the same again."
"Human Path, Heavenly Path, Animal Path, Hell Path, Hungry Ghost Path, Asura Path," Donghuang Taiyi spoke with emotion. "As expected of the City Lord, these Six Paths hold infinite mysteries of life and death. The samsara of existence flows through them—it's truly marvelous."
He could sense the overwhelming might of the Six Paths. It felt as if the world had become whole—interconnected, flowing as one.
Even a Chaos Demon God would likely be suppressed and refined within this new cycle.
It was now impossible for even the gods to act recklessly in the prehistoric world.
"Unfortunately, our Monster Race has failed once again. After preparing for so long and exerting so much effort, even your ten daughters, Taiyi, were killed by the Evil Gods..." Di Jun clenched his fists, helplessness flooding his expression.
He already knew the truth behind the fall of the ten Golden Crows. It had been orchestrated by the Evil Gods—sowing discord, planting schemes—all to spark the Lich War and open the Gate of the Underworld.
What should have been a war for destiny between Heaven and Earth became, through the Evil Gods' manipulation, a catastrophe that swept across all realms, resulting in the fall of many divine beings.
It was completely beyond his expectations.
"It's alright. The City Lord sent me a message—my ten daughters aren't dead. They were rescued and are now living in the City Lord's Mansion," Donghuang Taiyi said with a small smile.
"What?! Rescued by the City Lord? And they're living in his mansion?" The eyes of many demon gods widened. It was unbelievable. Even for gods, gaining entry to the City Lord's Mansion was nearly impossible.
And yet Taiyi's ten daughters were living there—it was an unimaginable fortune.
"It seems your daughters are truly blessed," Di Jun chuckled.
"This is their luck—to be recognized by the City Lord," Donghuang Taiyi said proudly. Just the fact that his daughters could enter the mansion was already a huge honor. Ever since the news spread, many gods had begun treating him with newfound respect and courtesy.
Perhaps, with enough luck, even one's own daughter could become a disciple of the City Lord.
Even if not a disciple, just receiving some guidance would be enough. In this light, his ten daughters had truly gained a fortune through misfortune.
"But Brother Kunpeng, you're the one who suffered the greatest loss this time. The Lich War failed, and we were unable to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi," Di Jun said with an apologetic tone as he looked at Kunpeng.
"Such is fate. Luck is fleeting, and when targeted by Evil Gods, even Quasi-Saints struggle to resist," Kunpeng replied, shaking his head. He had long accepted this outcome—it was destiny.
"I've thought about this as well. It may be impossible to compete for the title of Overlord Race in the Prehistoric World anymore—whether it was the original Five Great Races or our Lich Race," Donghuang Taiyi said gravely. "The karma and luck tied to the prehistoric world are far too immense."
"This is a realm where even the gods cast their gaze. If we had succeeded, it might have brought even greater disaster to the Monster Race. We would become the target of all, attacked by countless forces."
"The Monster Race should retreat for now. Occupying a place in the heavens is enough. Competing for the title of overlord without sufficient strength is suicide."
He had finally come to understand why the Five Prehistoric Clans—so powerful—chose to hide and avoid being born into the world.
Even during the Lich War, the Five Clans never appeared. Perhaps they, too, foresaw this outcome.
"Then… in the future, can no race in the prehistoric world become the protagonist?" Di Jun asked.
"Not quite," Kunpeng's eyes gleamed with insight. "Now that the world has been divided into Six Paths—Hungry Ghost, Hell, and Asura are unusable. Animal Path is for beasts, and Heavenly Path is where all other races dwell."
"But on Human Path, only the Human Path is a true pure land—one where immortals cannot enter."
"In other words, whoever can dominate the Human Path will hold the fate of the world in their hands and influence the remaining five realms."
He realized the Human Path was of critical importance. Though on the surface its beings were weak—unable to host immortals—it was in fact the foundation of all others.
"Regardless, our immediate goal should be to secure a portion of territory in the Heavenly Path. As for the Human Path, we can only make limited moves. The Monster Race is too weak now—we can't afford to attract new enemies," Di Jun said solemnly. Though he desired to interfere in the Human Path, the Monster Race had been too gravely wounded. They had no choice but to recover in seclusion.
"That's true. Many monster powers have already left and joined Chan Sect, Jiao Sect, or even Buddhism," a demon god muttered helplessly.
"Traitors! They fled the moment our race weakened!" another demon god growled.
"We can't blame them. Birds choose the best trees to nest in," Di Jun shook his head. "Our Monster Race was always a patchwork—an alliance of countless minor races. Its cohesion was never as strong as the Wu Race."
"Thankfully, we still have loyal followers like you. You've preserved the last embers of the Monster Race. Without you, we might have already vanished from the prehistoric world."
"Don't worry, Heavenly Emperor! Though we've failed for now, we'll rise again! The Monster Race is still destined to rule the heavens!"
A determined light shone in the eyes of the demon gods—they still burned with fighting spirit.
"Excellent! As long as you stand with me, there is nothing to fear," Di Jun and Taiyi said with satisfaction.
Yet deep in his eyes, Kunpeng's gaze flickered coldly. He was already planning alternatives. To him, the Monster Race was just a tool.
And if this tool broke… he would simply choose another.