The Greedy Wolf Tribe hung white mourning silk. The Emperor Yu had only enough leisure to concern himself with resisting the Immortal Court, while Mahayana cultivators like Gear Sickle remained calm at all times, waiting for the Immortal Court's Daluo Golden Immortals to make a foolish move.
Under the nine suns hanging overhead, each one demanding lives, Ancient Sage City still seemed to stand throughout Yu Prefecture. It was as if Li Yaotie had never delivered the Heaven-Shrouding Umbrella to Wanrong, as if the Li Family of Azure Cloud Prefecture had not departed overnight, as if those Li clansmen who had utterly cast all restraint aside because of the seer's corpse had not secretly come to Yu Prefecture.
Stepping over the charred ruins of Ancient Sage City, ashes bearing the glory of its myriad ancient races brushed against her face in the wind. A thought rose in Xie Xuanxi's heart—
The powerful remnants of Yu Prefecture's ancient races were all trash. The experts of the Demon Race, the Witch Tribe, and the human race were all trash.
Because the strong dared to face the past and their mistakes, while trash only knew how to flee and linger.
More than once, Xie Xuanxi had wondered whether it had been a mistake for so many living beings beneath heaven to reach such lofty realms through the seer's corpse. Their virtue did not match their positions. They did not even dare face the past, when they had dismembered the seer; they did not dare face the seer's descendants. Thus, when confronted with the descendants' vengeance, they chose to shrink back into their shells.
They might as well admit it outright: we, our ancestors, coveted the power within the seer that could rival the Heavenly Dao. If your mere Azure Cloud Li Family, descendants