Meng Yue and Lu Yin had been classmates. For a time, he had been Honghuang Sect's pride, someone they could show off to the outside world. But if Meng Yue didn't even dare to go to the battlefield now, that pride would become a laughingstock.
He let out a heavy breath, as if he'd aged ten years. "I'll go in your place. I'll die in your place. Isn't that enough?"
Meng Yue stared blankly at Meng Tianlong. As far as he could remember, his father had never spoken to him like this.
"Even if you have to scrape by, even if you become a laughingstock, just stay alive," Meng Tianlong said, looking at Meng Yue with an expression more complicated than ever.
Meng Yue clenched his fists. "I'm sorry, Father."
The same scenes played out throughout the Outer Universe. No one wanted their descendants to enter the battlefield of civilizations. It was a deathtrap, crawling with bugs as far as the eye could see. Any one of them could kill their descendants with ease.
Even the likes of Mu Nishang, the head of Qimu Hall, and Ke Yun, the leader of Moke Sword Sect, were no more than ants on the battlefield of civilizations.
And when the news reached the Inner Universe, nothing changed there either.
Wen Zizai stopped Wen Sansi, Wen Qian'er, and the others from boarding. He didn't want to board himself.
So what if they had Star Envoy-level combat strength?
Weren't they still ants against civilizations from beyond?
Little Mountain God of Beast Taming Flow Realm went straight to Parallel Space-Time. As if he'd go to the battlefield of civilizations—that would be suicide.
Some people fled, while others chose to fly straight into the flames.
Li Zimo walked out of Sword Mountain and immediately spotted Liu Tianmu,