After hearing Hehe Old Guy's words, Lu Yin's eyes flickered. He said in a low voice, "I still don't want to do it."
"Hehe, you will." As his voice fell, a small portal appeared beside him. Eight Colors' voice came through: "Lu Yin, use the Original Talisman to block Gao Tian's perception. This is your mission."
Just as Lu Yin was about to object, Eight Colors continued, "A mission issued in the name of the Unknown is a battlefield order, and it has absolute force over every member of the Unknown. This is a battlefield. I'll say it again: this is a battlefield."
Lu Yin's expression sank. On the battlefield, everything obeyed orders. He had gone from an ordinary person to a cultivator, and now it was as if he had once again stepped from the ranks of cultivators back into the ranks of ordinary people.
Cultivators could not transcend everything. No matter how high their cultivation was, they were still human at their core, having walked step by step from the ordinary. They fought with other people—or rather, with their own species. Cultivation merely raised the level of the environment in which they fought; it could not change their essence.
An order? He had heard that word again. Only, all this time, he had been the one giving orders to others.
"Hehe, little fellow, you haven't forgotten why the Unknown invited you to join, have you? Look back. Do you think that if you hadn't joined the Unknown, your Human Civilization could have survived?" Hehe Old Guy slowly spoke.
His words sent a chill down Lu Yin's back.
Only by truly understanding the Unknown could one truly see this Cubic Distance clearly.
The more clearly he saw it, the more childish he felt he had once been. Every step