{No one has set foot ever since?}

“No, not that I know of.”

“Even if I was trapped underground a few thousand meters deep, I would still use my Qi sense to detect any intruders. However, it has now been abandoned. They dismissed the stories about the war and simply concluded that the cave was extremely dangerous because no one had explored it yet.”

{Then that cave will be ours for the taking!! KEKEKEKE!!!!}

{Your evil intentions are showing 2nd book.}

{I DON’T CARE KEKEKEKEKHAHAHAH!!!}

{Who knows what treasures and knowledge lurk inside… KEKEKE}

{We will all fuse it into Sung Kang once more!!!}

“Umm, if you don’t mind me asking.”

{What?}

{Yes?}

“What are the Bloody Plains?”

{Ah.}

{Oh.}

“You’ve been hinting the Bloody Plains was at the time of the Great Tribe Wars.”

{Ah, I did say that.}

{Did you?}

{Yes, I did.}

{Liu Sun…}

{This will be a long story.}

{Are you fine with that?}

“Yes, please tell me.”

{Alright.}

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{Then, I will start of the very root of the story, what started this all.}

{The Bloody Plains was a civil war that killed nearly 80% of the human population. Everyone, from all clans and martial sects, was forced to participate; no one was left out. Everyone was needed to fight in the war: men, women, children, and the elderly. Every martial sect or clan had a different reason for fighting in the war. Everyone had a reason to participate in the war, whether it was for fame, power, wealth, or revenge, but that only applies to those with power. But what about the underprivileged? Who are the weak? Who are the hungry? None.

They were left to bite the dust and die, becoming nothing more than soil nourishment. The population 30,000 years ago was probably around 900 quadrillion, there were a lot of humans back then, and the people of Murim in the Human Realm lived a hard but peaceful life. The entire Human Realm was ruled by Kang Sulyoo, a Divine God stage martial emperor with 900 Quasi-God wives and 10,000 demi-god stage children, 5,000 sons, and 5,000 daughters with varying strengths and attributes.

The emperor was a powerful man with a handsome face that could make women scream in pleasure and become wet in heat, wealth that could overflow oceans, the most beautiful women that even the most powerful people could not even have the opportunity to see them in person, and power comparable to that of a true God, he had an army so vast that when they marched, the very earth shook. He had everything; he was the epitome of perfection. That is, until the "Perfect" Emperor died.

He was murdered by the people he considered his family. His 10,000 children stabbed him with 10,000 swords in the back, and his 900 wives impaled him with 900 spears in the front. His face was mangled, his body was full of holes, his kingdom was destroyed and burned down in flames, his riches plundered, and his honor was treated like shit, and his vast and powerful army abandoned him and plundered villages, killing men, raping women, and selling children; it was total destruction, a tragic end to the "perfect" emperor.

Among the chaos, the traitors who looted the entire emperor's treasury split up and formed their own sects and martial clans. Murim was divided into 10,000 different plots of land, each in their own habitat that suited their Qi and attributes. Everyone from the lower to the upper classes was forced into slavery and forced to build those 10,000 sect buildings in 10,000 locations like a labor rotation, using them until they died. That alone wiped out 100 billion people, who died as a result of severe injuries, diseases, starvation, or torture, which was the norm at the time.

Everything was equal, which was hilarious; the suffering, the severe hunger, pain, and sadness were all shared by everyone, including the wealthy. The emperor's 10,000 demigod stage children and 900 quasi-god stage wives were at the top of Murim; everything else was below. This forced labor continued for decades until all 10,000 structures were completed, at which point the demi-god staged children and quasi-god staged wives became patriarchs or elders of their respective sects and clans.

The laborers, or what was left of them, became commodities that could be sold anywhere in Murim for merchandise, labor, or prostitution. Murim had become a place where crime was as common as drinking water, where killings and murders were as common as breathing air, where everyone did it because they needed to, for money. Children aged 5 and up who did not have a proper childhood and were forced to work hard labor or go so far to prostitute themselves.