Are All Beneath the Saints Mere Insects? Wu: Even Saints Are Not Their Own Masters!

"Both fellow Daoists are right."

"As long as we don't take the initiative to participate in this Tribulation, it has nothing to do with us."

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun exchanged a glance, feeling even more relieved.

Since fellow Daoist Zhou Ming had said so, there surely wouldn't be a problem.

But before they could fully relax, Zhou Ming spoke again.

His next words, however, caused both of them to freeze in place.

"However... the Human Race outside Huoyun Cave will be dragged into this Tribulation."

"What?"

Hong Yun blurted it out almost instinctively.

"The Human Race will be dragged into it?"

"How is that possible? Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, are you mistaken?"

"Isn't this a calamity of slaughter within the Mystic Gate?"

"How could the Mystic Gate's calamity of slaughter involve the Human Race?"

Although he wasn't born of the Human Race, he had received their offerings, and his Fortune had long since become closely linked with theirs.

If the Human Race suffered a calamity, he would inevitably be affected as well.

Moreover, he had spent countless Kalpas with the Three Sovereigns of the Human Race, Ancestor Wu, and the other ancient sages.

Their friendship ran deep, and he had long regarded himself as one of the Human Race.

Now that he had heard the Human Race would be swept into this terrifying calamity of Heaven and Earth, how could he not be anxious?

Zhen Yuanzi, standing nearby, hadn't lost his composure like Hong Yun, but his face was also filled with solemnity and confusion.

They understood the terror of a Tribulation better than anyone.

Although the Human Race was now the protagonist of Heaven and Earth, its foundations were still shallow. How could it withstand a struggle between Saint sects?

Wouldn't it be beaten until rivers