I despise myself?
Some people were cursed by all while they lived, yet based on what they had done, once they died, they became legends.
Take Xu Kun. The more people hated him while he was alive, the more people mourned him after his death.
Even opponents like Zhu Jiu and Tiān, whom he had repeatedly ground into the dirt, could only sigh wistfully now when speaking of the Xu Kun of old.
On one hand, they would never have another chance in this life to wash away their humiliation. On the other, without Xu Kun, the world seemed to have lost much of its excitement.
If even the foremost prodigies of top-tier races felt this way, then for the powerhouses of lower-tier races—those who could dominate their own little patch of land but could only bow their heads and obey when they went outside—Xu Kun remained a legendary existence beyond their right to criticize, even in death.
Someone like the Icefire Demon Lord had never interacted with Xu Kun at all, yet when mentioning him, he still did not dare speak his name directly and instead referred to him as "that lord."
And that respect was not merely lip service; it came from the depths of his heart.
It was respect for a legend, for a true prodigy.
This showed just how great Xu Kun's influence among the myriad races had been, despite dying shortly after breaking into the third realm. Rats and the like, even those with the bearing of Half-Saints, had not even been qualified to meet Xu Kun.
Xu Kun's various deeds were beyond the imagination of these so-called powerhouses who had climbed step by step to where they were today.
How could a junior have turned the vast myriad races upside down?
The living Xu