Try!
Not merely try—we had to give it everything we had.
A spark quietly ignited within Huangfu's long-numb heart. His words struck the ground like iron: "If the young master is willing to carry on your mother's will, then I shall accompany you to the very end!"
Lu Ran nodded. "It seems the Dong Ting God Statue has found an heir."
Huangfu was somewhat stunned, unsure whether he had heard correctly.
Lu Ran asked, "How many Cloud Sea Sect disciples are left?"
The heart that had just stirred within Huangfu was doused with a ladleful of cold water. After a moment of silence, he replied, "Ever since your mother was invited away, the numbers in the Cloud Sea Sect dwindled sharply.
"I once searched across the divine mountains, yet found only eleven."
Eleven?
Lu Ran's heart was bleeding.
At its zenith, the Cloud Sea Sect had been teeming with strong people, with over a hundred disciples in the sect!
The question was, how could the Human Race of the Heavenly Realm have possibly possessed so many people?
Lu Ran had spent three years in the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm. How many ascenders had there even been?
No. You could not judge the people of that era through modern eyes.
The overwhelming majority of the Cloud Sea Sect had been First Generation Disciples from every school and sect—the generation that had created the world!
They had been the finest Human Race warriors, one in ten thousand after the great waves had washed away the sand amid the crisis of racial extinction.
Yet the so-called pacification of the world had merely been a play staged jointly by Gods and Devils.
Those Human Race Believers who had earned illustrious battle merits and possessed formidable talent were thrown into the Heavenly Realm to fight