"Because from the very beginning, your existence was a mistake." The man looked at me and said coldly, "Do you know that the era when humans and the heavenly beings coexisted was, to put it more accurately, an era when humans and gods coexisted?"
"Your human bodies originated from us, the heavenly beings. That is why you were called humans, while we were Heaven!"
"When you resist us, you are resisting Heaven. It is utterly meaningless!"
"Why is this happening?" I looked at him and muttered, "What crime did we commit? Why are we being punished like this?"
"From the very beginning, I believed that the creation of humanity was a tremendous mistake. Destroying you is meant to correct that mistake."
"That is why we appeared and chose to exterminate you."
"This is the truth behind our destruction of the world. We were unequal from the very beginning. We are the creators, while you are merely a created race."
"Since that is the case, as creators, anything we wish to do to you—including killing you—is only natural."
I was speechless, completely unable to say a word. No wonder I had felt despair welling up from the depths of my soul whenever I faced him.
It was probably because this man was our creator. Humanity could never resist its creator.
"Is it strange? This is the truth. We are not evil beings. We created you, and now we are going to destroy you." The man smiled.
"You may have the right, but we also have the right to resist," I said.
"Correct. That is why you have a chance to resist now. Use all your strength. This is probably your only opportunity." The man looked at me, his expression icy.
I raised the Eight Tribulation Sword, and the powers of Wuxin