Chapter 1642
- A bleak chill crept in.
- The gods heard “mud people” and flinched, but someone quickly put it together. If clay figures could guard the Three Realms, the Primordial God wouldn’t have split gods, mortals, and demons in the first place.
- “Mud men have no heart, no soul. They’re dead things. How could we hand the whole Divine Realm to clay?”