The Blazing Demon God did not stop Lu Yang from becoming sworn brothers with Aigulie. However, after the ceremony was complete, he sighed within Lu Yang's consciousness space.
"What is it?" Lu Yang asked.
The Blazing Demon God said, "The Ancient God Race has truly been abandoned by this world. In the era when I was just born, the Ancient God Race was still one of this world's mighty races. Whenever they held a sworn brotherhood ceremony or a major celebration, their actions would make the entire land celebrate with them. The spirits of the earth would even scatter rays of blessing. Yet now, Aigulie, their clan chief, has become sworn brothers with someone. Such a major event, and this land has not given the slightest response!"
Lu Yang felt somewhat moved as well. He could imagine just how powerful the Ancient God Race had once been. Within his consciousness space, he said, "There is a poem in our world that perfectly describes this scene."
"What poem?" the Blazing Demon God asked.
"The surging Yangtze flows eastward, its waves washing away all heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in an instant. Green mountains remain as ever, while the setting sun reddens time and again.
White-haired fishermen and woodcutters sit upon the river islets, accustomed to watching autumn moons and spring breezes. They meet joyfully over a pot of muddy wine; all the affairs of old and new are left to laughter and idle talk."
Yet the Blazing Demon God felt a surge of passion rise in his chest. He said, "Doesn't that white-haired fisherman sound a little like me? I have lived for tens of millions of years and watched the rise and fall, glory and disgrace of every power in this world, along with my own