"Give me the Thousand Eyes Banner," Lu Yin shouted.
Saint Ji didn't hesitate. He took it out.
The Thousand Eyes Banner was just that—a banner, stitched with over a thousand eyes.
Those eyes held no light, only hatred and resentment, hatred they had been unable to forget for millions upon millions of years.
Each eye belonged to a member of the Celestial Eye Clan, and each was one of Chang Chuan's loved ones.
Chang Chuan still hadn't recovered, not because of the injuries he suffered in the Nine Bastions' battle, but because the deaths of his loved ones had devastated him.
"Let me die knowing why." Saint Ji's voice was choked with restraint.
Lu Yin took the Thousand Eyes Banner and looked at it, his expression complicated. He murmured, "I, Lu Yin, will avenge Human Civilization. May you, our predecessors, rest in peace."
With that, he gave the banner a gentle shake. It turned to ash and scattered. The eyes didn't change in the slightest; their hatred remained etched into them. They had died long ago and couldn't hear Lu Yin's words, but he had to say them—not just for the members of the Celestial Eye Clan, but for the predecessors who had fought to the death to ensure the survival of Human Civilization, and for
the ordinary people who had stood their ground as death swept them away, and for those who had crawled through the abyss of death just to let that figure stand tall.
His gaze lowered to Saint Ji.
It made him sick just to look at the creature.
Saint Ji's resentment had nothing to do with losing the battle. It wanted to know what had happened in the war.
But Lu Yin had no intention of explaining. The Hero Ranking Platform Hell appeared, and he