Yan Nan sneered. "Your successor? Feng Yun isn't a Guardian!"
Eastern Chief Strategist smiled faintly. "My successor doesn't care which side he's on. No matter which side he's on, he can become my successor!"
Eastern Chief Strategist pressed a hand to Feng Yun's shoulder and gazed toward the distant road ahead beneath the starry sky. He said softly, "Feng Yun, my ideal, or my belief, is... the future. Whether through benevolence and virtue or through force and might, there is only one purpose: to let everyone on this human continent live well."
"To let this human continent continue to multiply and thrive forever. For the children of every generation to keep growing into outstanding people. One day, powerful beings from this continent will venture into the starry sky, seek out gods, become gods, and surpass gods."
"In this boundless starry sky... I hope there will be people from our continent like Flying Bear God and Heavenly Centipede God—or beings a thousand times stronger than them—writing our continent's name across these stars!"
"For all these years, we've remained small-minded, fighting each other for supremacy. Just like me and your Ancestor Yan, the Guardians and the Sole True Sect—in the eyes of the gods, we're merely a group of slightly stronger ants fighting to the death. They don't even deign to look at us. The whole continent seems to teem with rising powers, emerging geniuses, and roaring activity... Yet at its root, its survival or destruction rests on a single thought from the gods..."
Eastern Chief Strategist said quietly, "I'm not resigned to that."
"No matter how hard we work, how desperately we fight, how stirring and heroic our deeds are, before the entire starry sky, they're laughable and insignificant!"
"I'm not resigned..."
Eastern Chief Strategist lowered his hand from Feng Yun's