"Without the barrier I painstakingly set up, enduring the corrosion, the Crimson Realm would have long since marched its armies to our doorstep, plundered that Super Divine Artifact, and turned this world into a dead zone!"
Huo Yuhao's words were like blades, stabbing fiercely at Di Tian:
"The world calls me a hero and sings praises of my achievements."
"But I have been this hero... for ten thousand years! A whole ten thousand years!!"
Huo Yuhao's chest rose and fell slightly, as though that body condensed from spiritual power was experiencing a genuine storm of emotion as well.
He raised a hand and pointed into the empty air, as if counting down those long years:
"Six thousand years ago, the Crimson Realm amassed its strength and launched an unprecedented invasion. The powerful figures of that era had withered away, civilization was unbearably fragile, and before the iron hooves of the Abyss, it collapsed at the first blow. The entire continent stood on the brink of extinction!"
His voice carried pain and resolve that seemed to have crossed through time itself:
"It was I who sensed the wailing of my homeland from within the Undead Plane, forcibly tore open space, and led the army of the undead back."
"It was I who stepped forward when all living beings had fallen into despair. It was I who watched with these eyes as my body disintegrated beneath the corrosion of the Abyss, watched as my divine soul was stripped away and burned bit by bit. Only then did I finally drive them back. With my remaining strength, combined with the Plane Origin, I used my body as a shield and my soul as the guide to lay down that final barrier isolating the Crimson Realm!"
He stared fixedly at Di Tian. Flames seemed