"Why does the Upper Realm wage war against the Starry Skies?"
Gu Qingyang asked in a deep voice.
Demon Venerable Xuan Yin said, "For the Upper Realm, the Ten Thousand Races of the Starry Sky are nothing but blood nourishment. Long ago, the Upper Realm would periodically cleanse the Ten Thousand Races of the Starry Sky, using their flesh as nourishment, either to concoct top-tier elixirs, forge unmatched divine soldiers, or directly consume it for self-nurturing purposes.
After all, though weak in strength, the sheer number of the Ten Thousand Races in the Starry Sky ensures that the flesh of living creatures always contains myriad uses, unmatched by ordinary Heavenly and Earthly Treasures."
Demon Venerable Xuan Yin spoke with an indifferent tone, as if these events were perfectly normal in the Upper Realm.
Gu Qingyang fell silent.
He had considered many reasons for the Upper Realm's war with the Starry Skies but hadn't thought of this one.
