Xuan Xiao came to the man's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, you've got some nerve, daring to cause trouble in my Primordial Wilderness. At most, others play at massacring a city, but you went all out—more than half the mortals have ended up in your Myriad Souls Banner. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
The man chuckled. "You want to join in too?" As he spoke, he raised the Myriad Souls Banner and pressed it toward Xuanxiao. Xuanxiao immobilized him with a single finger and said, "Come on, tell me. How did your Myriad Souls Banner gather so many souls? I can sense that your cultivation isn't anything special. But those souls... now they're interesting. Souls from another world."
"Heh heh. Your world has developed to this point, yet the mortals without cultivation or talent have to work themselves to death every day. They've suffered more than enough. All I had to do was tell them that entering my Myriad Souls Banner would grant them eternal life and free them from work. Naturally, plenty of them were willing. Otherwise, would I have been struck by lightning?" The man stiffened his neck and chuckled.
Xuanxiao nodded when he heard this. "I see. No wonder so many people were willing to enter your Myriad Souls Banner. Still, the first-generation Human Race was molded by me. You're an Evil Cultivator who established your foundation with the souls of the Human Race. I ought to destroy you. What do you think? Are you scared?"
"The people of the Moonflower Realm have never known fear. You should know that the strongest cultivator in the Moonflower Realm is an Immortal Emperor, with unrivaled combat power. Now that your world has been discovered, a war between our two realms will come