After the feast, Chong Hua drifted away.
He had gone to war.
He represented the Eastern Yi, "assisted" Fangxun, "cooperated" with the Emperor Yan, and "waged war" against the Heavenly Court.
"How many have returned from war since ancient times?"
Dayi watched Chong Hua disappear into the distance and sighed in a low voice.
"There are not many outstanding men..."
"I hope you can come back alive."
In terms of seniority among the Human Race, Dayi was slightly senior to Chong Hua. He could be said to have watched this regent king grow up.
Thus, he could not help feeling sentimental at this moment.
Of course, Dayi quickly stopped feeling sad... because he thought of himself.
"Sigh, I'm afraid I won't escape the fate of going to the front lines myself either."
Dayi gently stroked his bow and arrows, his expression resolute. "If the war goes badly, I'll surely head to the front line and oversee the campaign."
"I just wonder who my opponent will be when the time comes—the one I use to sacrifice to Heaven first?"
He was worried about the future, but he was not lacking in confidence. He was convinced that once he made his move, he would slaughter indiscriminately, and many opponents would be used by him as sacrifices to Heaven.
This was not without reason.
After all, Dayi was very powerful!
It could be said that he belonged to the echelon just below the Ancestral Witches. Across the Entire Primordial World, across the Three Thousand Grand Unity, he could be called a Great Divine Ability User!
At the peak of his power, even those Ancestral Witches, Demon Marshals, and others who were not at the Taiyi level had to take him seriously and treat him with caution.
Perhaps Dayi simply lacked a power base.