[Isn't what you want to destroy humanity itself?!]
Grand Preceptor Hong froze, then flew into a rage. [These things naturally exist; they are the very foundation of this human world. You would destroy the human world over them, yet create nothing new—how are you any different from the Heavenly Demons?!]
"Who said I wasn't creating something new?"
The light in An Jing's eyes grew ever brighter, like swords and like the sun. He fixed Grand Preceptor Hong—who likewise showed no hesitation—in his gaze. The longer he looked, the deeper his voice became, and the calmer it grew. "I don't need to play at political correctness in the Huaixu Realm. When all is said and done, who gets to define degeneration? For Transcendence and destruction alike, there must first be existence and continuation, followed by strides toward surpassing and innovation. At the very least, there must be change—not mediocrity like yours, unwilling and afraid to alter even humanity's essence."
"I want to create new 'humans.' No—whether Demon Spirits or artifact spirits, all intelligent life is the same... Whether through brainwashing, remaking them, branding them with an indelible seal, transforming human souls, or stuffing everyone into a single dream; whether making everyone merge into one whole, making retribution the Heavenly Dao of the world—at the very, very least, humanity must be made a little better. At the very least, humanity must become a new humanity: humans who can swiftly learn all knowledge, humans who can empathize with everyone, humans who all possess Fate Grids, dreams, and will. Humans with peerless morality, a population of saints."
"Unless we reach that point—unless everyone becomes an 'Immortal Citizen,' a person of the Dao Court era, even one who surpasses the Dao Court era—we will never defeat the Heavenly Demons. No matter the method, no matter