At last, countless people were moved. Their eyes changed as they looked at the person standing in midair before them, their expressions turning fervent.
"Yes!"
"The Heavenly Dao is unjust. Why should we still revere it?"
"What kind of damn Heavenly Emperor, what kind of Heaven? When our people were slaughtered, did it ever appear?"
"Damn Heaven!"
A series of furious shouts rang out. They came from the people of this tribe—the strong young men, all of whom were shouting angrily.
Lin Changqing nodded. The demon race ruled Heaven now, and still treated humanity with such contempt, taking lives as if they were nothing. Why should they revere Heaven?
Humanity had never believed in Heaven and Earth or in ghosts and gods. They believed only in themselves, and in their ancestors and martyrs!
That was the spirit of humanity. Though their bodies were frail, their spirit would never perish; it would endure for eternity!
In the distance, the imprisoned White Tiger felt its scalp go numb. They were crazy. They were all crazy!
These million people were crazy too, just like the madman before them. They didn't revere Heaven and Earth!
It was simply outrageous, practically asking for death.
In the Primordial World, the Heavenly Dao's power was beyond description. It tolerated not the slightest disrespect.
But why hadn't this person been struck by lightning? Why was he still alive?
He didn't know. His heart was filled with dread, and he was consumed by fear and unease.
At that moment, Lin Changqing moved. With a wave of his hand, he flung the hundred-zhang centipede in his grasp straight toward the churning thunderclouds.
"Ah!! Senior, spare me!!"
"I was wrong, so terribly wrong, to attack humanity!"
"I heard it from other demons. They said that refining human souls was extremely effective.