One of the arts of Human Nature was compromise.
If Lu Yuan had directly told these Heavenly Sovereigns who had died without knowing why that the Myriad Heavens needed their sacrifice, peace needed their sacrifice, and the greater good needed their sacrifice—that this was precisely why they had been sacrificed, and now that everything was over, he had come to grant them release—then these Heavenly Sovereigns, whose remnant souls had been preserved only after deliberation between the Immortal Emperor and the Heavenly Evil God, would undoubtedly curse him bloody. In fact, not just him—even if the Immortal Emperor himself came, he would receive the same abuse from these enraged Heavenly Sovereigns. After all, to put it bluntly, what did the greater good have to do with me? What gave you the right to sacrifice me without my permission, without even asking me?
How was that any different from murder?
Did it just have a prettier outer shell?
Even if the greater good collapsed.
Even if peace could not be achieved.
Even if the Myriad Heavens exploded.
Could you not at least ask me before making me sacrifice myself?
Besides, what if I was unwilling?
Yes.
No joke.
If it really were for those reasons.
I could die.
I could die for the greater good.
I could die for peace.
Not to mention dying to protect the Myriad Heavens.
If the history books did not give me a page of my own, it would be unjustifiable.
But willingly walking to my death and being sacrificed were two entirely different concepts!
Besides, who knew whether what you said was true or false?
And taking a step back, even if everything you said was true, did that mean my friends and even relatives who died fighting the Extraterrestrial Evil God Race had all