Lu Yin let out a long breath. Had Ku Zu seen the other lands of the Aeternal Domain? Of course he had. He had even endured attacks from the other lands of the Aeternal Domain. Had he given up? No. His will was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. His conviction represented the conviction of humanity: that one day, humanity would be able to slay The Only True God. He only wished to become a tiny pebble, an ordinary pebble on a bloody road. That was Ku Zu.
Ku Zu had charged into the Aeternal Domain with the resolve to die.
Ancestor Chen had sat alone in the Yellow Springs for countless years, solely to think of a secret technique that could defeat The Only True God.
Rune Ancestor had preserved the Rune Dao Numbers, saving the Fifth Continent.
Ancestor Hui had plotted for countless ages, becoming neither human nor ghost, all to give humanity a chance at victory.
And this was only the era of the Nine Mountains Eight Seas under the Dao Origin Sect. Even further back, the Burial Garden and Boundless were both sparks of humanity's inheritance. In the Heavenly Sect Era, how many of the Three Realms Six Paths had died? How many had survived? What had they been doing? Perhaps they, too, had been fighting for humanity's chance at victory. Who knew of the fierce battles between Primordial City and the Eternal Clan? They had all stood at the very front, shielding humanity.
He wasn't alone. He never had been.
Humanity was complicated. People could scheme against one another, but they could also unite. They had greed, anger, delusion, and malice, but they also had sacrifice, righteousness, and devotion. That was humanity: people with blood and flesh.
Lu Yin slowly sat down, closed his eyes,