After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

When a powerful being falls into the supernatural, he is transformed from a god into a devil.

No matter how powerful it was in the past, it became so desperate when the supernatural turmoil came.

When the Rat Clan announced that the entire Huangfeng Ridge must fulfill the blood oath sworn by the human ancestors, the human cultivators in Huangfeng Ridge put up a resolute resistance.

But this resistance lasted less than half a month before it fell into eternal darkness.

Huang Feng not only suppressed the human race, but also transformed the terrain here, drawing the vital energy of the violent sea into the land, making this world once again unsuitable for cultivation.

The possibility of human resistance was completely wiped out.

Then, a larger-scale supernatural disturbance broke out. In the entire Huangfengling territory of thousands of miles, all human races, countries, and city-states that were unwilling to prostrate themselves in worship were devoured.

The brutal purge lasted for a hundred years.

In the end, humans were completely domesticated and turned into "livestock" raised by the rat tribe, ready to be offered as a sacrifice whenever needed.

Even after a large offering, only one out of a hundred will survive.

But it doesn’t matter. With good weather and abundant crops, the vast “pasture” is full of water and grass, fertile land, and rich products. It won’t be long before more “young animals” will be reproduced and thrive.

This cycle repeats itself over and over again, and I don’t know how many years it has lasted.

Cowardice and numbness have been ingrained into our bones and domesticated from generation to generation. Now, let alone resistance, even the thought of resistance is impossible to generate.

All they could pray for was that Chongtian Palace would be peaceful and quiet, that the God Huangfeng would sleep soundly, and that there would be no sudden need for large amounts of offerings, so that they could live out their lives in luck and meager circumstances.

"It's a good story, full of twists and turns. Such bizarre events are hidden deep in history." Qin He picked up the big shovel again, rubbed his chin, and looked up and down at the Yellow Wind Monster.

"Great Immortal, are you doubting the authenticity of past events?" asked the Yellow Wind Monster, his expression and tone still respectful.

If someone who didn't know the inside story was here, they would mistakenly think that Qin He was using his power to bully others.

"That's not the case. I believe you are not lying, and I also believe in the existence of the blood oath." Qin He shook his head slowly. He had used the Mantra so many times that he could tell whether the other party was lying or not just by intuition.

Especially when they are in a group and talk a lot, there will definitely be loopholes everywhere when they tell lies.

Qin He had received information about the blood oath before, but it was very fragmentary and relatively secretive.

What the Rat Tribe doesn't deliberately publicize is most likely true.

But Qin He's intuition told him that a black thing would become white after being talked about by others.

There must be a lot of twists and turns, Spring and Autumn style of writing, and substitution of concepts.

It's like a winding road. If you look closely, each section seems to be only slightly curved and fairly straight, which makes sense. But when it is put together, it turns 180 degrees.

There must be something wrong here.

"Since the Immortal believes this, then the truth of right and wrong must be crystal clear. The ancestors of the human race collectively swore a blood oath, willing to sacrifice everything in exchange for the protection of our ancestor."

"My ancestors did it. They moved mountains and filled the sea to create this blessed land. Every drop of rain that falls here, every piece of land that is unproductive, is a gift from my ancestors. Without my ancestors, the human race would have perished in the endless drought long ago, and would never have been able to enjoy this blessed land and thrive to this day."

"To put it another way, our race hasn't wronged the human race. There's always enough land and property here to feed them. There's no war, no invasions from foreign races, and even the harsh taxes and levies that only come with foreign nations are negligible here."

"Everything we get is conditional. Our clan's demands are reasonable and reasonable. I'm afraid it would be wrong for the Immortal to launch an attack to punish us."

At this time, an elder of the rat tribe stood up and spoke passionately.