In ancient times, the world was in turmoil, and the power of the Human Race's historical records was nowhere near as strong as it was now. The ruler of the Imperial Court had made that decision back then, and there had been nothing wrong with it.
An Emperor Realm expert had been of little consequence to the Human Race at the time, but the Human Race's historical records could not be tampered with.
Wuxu naturally understood this. He understood even better how much Guiyun cared for the Human Race. Otherwise, Guiyun would never have returned to Lingyang even as his blood and vigor were failing and his life neared its end.
Even with his lifespan about to run out, Guiyun had still dragged his battered body into battle, slaying demons and exterminating devils.
But understanding that was one thing. A trace of regret had always lingered in Wuxu's heart; he felt that Guiyun had deserved better.
He had spent his entire life by Guiyun's side. It was Guiyun who had nurtured him from an ordinary piece of mortal iron into an Imperial Weapon. Now, helping the Human Race endure the great changes in heaven and earth was the last thing he could do for Guiyun.
He had been reborn as a sword spirit, and his emotions were naturally far more indifferent than those of living beings. Nothing could stir his heart except matters related to Guiyun.
Even Shi Lan was merely a junior he regarded with some promise. Though Bai Weiyang had fused with Guiyun's Dao Fruit, Wuxu valued her even less than Shi Lan.
If Bai Weiyang died young, it would only prove that Shi Lan had poor judgment when choosing an heir. Bai Weiyang simply did not deserve to inherit Guiyun's swordsmanship. That was all.
Liu Yunzheng had