Yang Jian looked at Lan Ling'e, whose eyes were red from crying, and softly comforted her.
"In that other world, those innocent people were protected. They'll survive."
Lan Ling'e sniffled and turned her gaze back to the screen.
On the screen.
Mount Tai's Mountain Gate stood wide open. Countless Refugee Beings, ragged and blistered from the heat, poured inside under the disciples' guidance.
Farm Teachings Disciples stood on either side holding water and healing Spirit Medicine, receiving and arranging them in an orderly manner, without the slightest sign of shirking or disgust.
As the foremost among the Human Race and one of the former bystanders, Xuandu felt guilt in his heart.
Back then, the Three Pure Ones had not yet split apart. He and his master had cultivated on Kunlun Mountain.
When the calamity of Ten Suns in the Sky descended, his master and Martial Uncle had instructed him to focus on cultivation with several Junior Brothers.
Those were calamities that should have occurred during the Witch-Demon Calamity. Saints did not intervene lightly, and he had not dared act rashly either.
But now, watching Su Miao protect these innocents even at the cost of bearing karmic consequences, he suddenly realized that his thoughts back then had ultimately been too cold.
What wrong had these innocent elderly and children ever committed? Why should they pay for the conflict between the Wu Race and Demon Clan with their lives?
Now, seeing Su Miao use Incense and Wish Power to set up layer upon layer of barriers in that other world, protecting so many homeless elders and children, his heart felt both sour and warm. So the Human Race truly could have such a secure way out.
Within Fire Cloud Cave, Fuxi watched the clear light shielding the children on the screen, and