"Are there really no natives of Central Origin left?" I asked.
"The last immortal of the Heavenly Dao Palace died before my eyes. Do you think there could still be any immortals from Central Origin now?" Not the slightest trace of sorrow showed on the woman's cold face.
"A large part of Central Origin's fortune was also drained away by you, wasn't it?" I glanced at the water in the pool.
"That's right. The barbarian immortals plundered our resources and deceived our people. Their descendants are all defiled. Rather than let them ascend to immortality and enjoy endless lifespans, I would rather leave them here to return to the earth." The woman's hatred was etched into her very bones.
"But you should know that I can't slaughter innocents indiscriminately either. There are good and bad among them. All I can do is select suitable immortals to ascend. As for those who aren't suitable, I absolutely won't let them get their way. Besides, you should also know that the natives haven't truly disappeared. They may still have descendants—perhaps offspring born of unions with the barbarian immortals." I spoke.
I had more or less figured out the current situation. The natives were the Heavenly Dao Palace, while Scarlet Nether Province was home to the barbarian immortals. Yet after being in contact for so long, it was impossible that they had never communicated. In fact, according to the records, such exchanges had once been extremely common: one side was willing to help, and the other was willing to learn.
One side had wanted to assimilate the other, only to have its nest wiped out. That was indeed a blow to one's pride. Yet the strong preyed on the weak, and even humanity's own development had been accompanied by the annexation and slaughter of