A New Generation's Flame of Humanity

By this point, every human powerhouse who had died in battle beneath the onslaught of the Yin Soldiers had been a cultivator of the Old Method. Not one had cultivated the New Method.

The cultivators of the Old Method already belonged to the older generation.

The cultivators of the New Method, meanwhile, were the pillars of humanity's next generation.

"The older generation of humanity cultivated the Old Method. It was easy for them to lose control, and the older they grew, the greater the risk became."

"Humanity could not trust them completely. Even they themselves could not trust themselves."

"So they became discarded pawns? No... not discarded pawns. They had taken the initiative to become bait?"

Marquis Lingyou's expression shifted again and again. In a low voice, he said, "The older generation marches to their deaths to preserve the flame of the new generation. This is a trap!"

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"Humanity's forebears protected the weak and carried on the race. Everything they did was for the peace and well-being of their descendants."

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

He was the King Zhennan of the older generation.

He had once been the mentor of Hong Xiao, the former King Zhennan.

He was also the Grand Elder of the Sacred Alliance, and had once been the guardian of Holy Marsh City.

Now, he was old, his aura weakened, and he found it difficult to resist the erosion of the Weird Night.

He looked at Hong Xiao beside him and said, "War inevitably brings death and injury. Even if I fought head-on, I wouldn't survive. Besides, I failed to cultivate the New Method and am nearing the point of losing control."

"If I don't die, within three years I may turn into a Physical Fiend