"Your idea of 'having a good talk' is to collude with the Demon Race of Yunzhou and Leizhou to attack every living being in Zhongzhou? Now that lives are being ravaged, whose life isn't a life? Aren't they just as precious as yours? What more is there for you to say to me?" I looked coldly at Xia Ruize. His eyes and face looked extremely similar to mine, but I wore a Daoist robe, while he was clad entirely in black armor.
His hair had grown long and fluttered in the hurricane zone. Combined with his stern face, he seemed to have completely merged into this world, while my hair was always cut again once it grew out, keeping its short style.
"By abandoning the minor details, we can save the common people. The path of the Jie Cult is the path of righteousness. Haven't you seen how cruel the Nine Provinces War is? And this isn't happening only in this realm; it's happening in other realms as well. The path of the Jie Cult was originally meant to save all living beings beneath Heaven. Its vision is simply broader and more far-reaching, because only in this way can more living beings receive salvation!" Xia Ruize seriously explained the great righteousness of the Jie Cult to me, but I wasn't convinced in the slightest. Instead, I found their stance utterly absurd!
"Heh. Is the path of the Jie Cult your path, or the path of Tongtian? The cruelty of the Nine Provinces War is unfolding at your hands. The iron hooves of tens of millions of troops are trampling Zhongzhou, and tens of millions of living beings are dying one after another. A world may seem small in your eyes, but to me, they're all the same. I'll save as