Xuan received several damaged Evil Artifacts. Spiritual Power from his fingertips probed inside, catching the intense traces of unwillingness and resentment, along with the distinctive fluctuations of Human Race souls. The materials had all been refined from Human Race corpses and blood. Each one had been filled with at least a hundred living souls.
When this segment appeared, the entire Human Race settlement fell deathly silent.
Dayu stood outside Fire Cloud Cave, looking up at Suiren Clan standing by the window side within the Light Curtain, his expression dim.
Shennong's voice was hoarse beside him.
"Blood for blood, life for life.
When Suiren Clan said that... how much hatred must he have felt?"
Dayu gave a low hum.
"But he was right. If the Human Race did not stand up on its own, there was no use relying on anyone else."
"What about Farm Teachings?"
A young Human Race cultivator nearby could not help asking,
"Hadn't the Saint Master always been protecting the Human Race?"
Dayu glanced at him.
"The Saint Master gave the Human Race a path, but they ultimately had to walk it themselves."
This was history to them, but after seeing the Human Race of another world endure the same things, Dayu realized that this was a hardship the Human Race was destined to face.
So Dayu could only pray as hard as he could. Since that world had already witnessed so many miracles,
then let there be another one.
Do not let the Human Race wander again, or be bullied by the Demon Clan again until they were nearly exterminated!
Seeing Xuan's livid face in the Light Curtain, Bi Xiao could not help tightening her grip on the dharma sword in her hand.
"That is too vicious!
How could anyone use Human Race living