"You're right, Senior. To the God Race, my Tai Yue Kingdom is nothing worth mentioning." Tai Yuan Kun remained kneeling without rising. Behind him, the Crown Prince of Tai Yue Kingdom and the others also knelt. "The ones who destroyed my Tai Yue Kingdom were merely Demon Servants, not the God Race. In truth, after living all these years, this old man has never even seen a member of the God Race."
Actually, the destruction of human kingdoms by Demon Servants is no longer anything new. The earliest incident I heard of was thirty years ago. A human kingdom even more powerful than my Tai Yue Kingdom, called the Nanting Dynasty, was annihilated overnight. Nine out of ten cities were destroyed and reduced to ruins, with countless dead. At the time, the ruler of the Nanting Dynasty possessed the cultivation of a Half-step God King, yet in that disaster, he failed to stir up even the slightest ripple before dying outright, leaving not even a corpse behind."
Remembering the past of the Nanting Dynasty, the long-faced middle-aged man also felt the sorrow of a rabbit dying and a fox grieving.
"Over the two or three decades after the Nanting Dynasty, several human forces, large and small, were slaughtered. Later, the disaster of the Demon Servants erupted in my Tai Yue Kingdom. The old king died in battle, while this half-dead old man barely clung to life and fought desperately to lead the Crown Prince, along with several young Imperial Princes and Princesses, out of the imperial city. We no longer sought to restore the kingdom—we only wanted to preserve a bloodline for the Tai Yue Kingdom..."
When the long-faced middle-aged man reached this point, grief filled his expression. Although the hatred between them was as deep as a sea of