A sword phantom hung high above the city pass. On its blue-green hilt, a lotus seemed to bloom, while countless rays of the Great Dao tore through the surrounding air.
Lin Changqing knew this sword all too well: the Green Ping Sword!
At once, Lin Changqing understood why, despite the countless demons in the demon camp outside the pass—including no shortage of Mystic Immortal demons—he had yet to see a single Golden Immortal demon.
It was because of this Sacred Sword Phantom.
His master was protecting the Human Race!
The Interception Sect itself had little merit. The Green Ping Sword, a Merit Supreme Treasure, was already stretched thin protecting the sect. Yet now, his master was using it to protect the Human Race as well.
Although the sword had become a Merit Supreme Treasure precisely because he had established the Three Paths of the Human Race, Lin Changqing still felt warmth well up in his heart.
Lin Changqing made no move and did nothing to help the Human Race clear away the demons around them.
With his master's protection, if the demons wanted to attack the Human Race, they would have to fight them on equal terms. If they tried to destroy the Human Race with their superior strength, they would surely face a Sage's wrath!
The Sacred Sword Phantom hanging high above them was a display of a Sage's dignity!
This was a good thing for the Human Race.
The Primordial World was fraught with danger. To survive, one had to fight relentlessly. No flowers grew strong in a hothouse; only those who fought their way through became a powerful race!
Lin Changqing had already seen the mountain of bones piled outside the pass, belonging to both demons and humans.
The ruins of a pass, trampled by demons tens