Yulian heard Yuanwu say this and bluntly mocked, "Are you trying to shirk your responsibilities?"
Yuanwu's gaze rested on Yulian. He still wore that calm, unruffled expression. Only when Yulian was beginning to struggle beneath his stare did he say, "You are right. I am indeed avoiding it, but this is not my responsibility. It is yours."
He glanced at Xing Meng beside him. "I watched those young people grow up. They are no different from my own successors. I do not wish to see them fall because of some foolish ideas."
His tone turned stern as he continued, "The fact that I am willing to let go is already the greatest concession I can make. You cannot expect me to personally intervene, can you?"
Yulian had nothing to say to that.
Yuanwu continued, "A great many members of the Star God Alliance were born at the Outer Realm Border. They do not even know what Central Continent Star looks like, let alone have seen true blue skies and white clouds. They are the descendants of sinners. When the Human Way rose, they were already at the Outer Realm Border, yet they never witnessed what that rise looked like."
Wang Ping reached out and gently stroked Yulian's head. There was no right or wrong in this matter, only differing positions. To those young cultivators of the Star God Alliance's new faction, the rule of the True Lords was an evil tyranny. To overthrow that evil rule, they were willing to endure the agony to their consciousness brought by demonic qi.
Yet in Wang Ping's eyes, what they were doing was undoubtedly destroying the foundation of this starry sky. Wang Ping could tolerate their cultivation through absorbing demonic qi, but he could not tolerate them assimilating this starry sky with Outer