Ao Liu · Shen Lan Jiao roared, "You want to talk to us about order?"
"You, born in chaos and raised among the wilds, do indeed have the right to yearn for order—because to this day, you have never experienced true order. Before the Holy Clan told us your history, I could scarcely imagine that any civilization could be as barbaric and primitive as yours. Yes, you have never tasted true order, so you can only crave its sweetness in your fantasies."
"But we were driven into an inexplicable dead end precisely because of order."
"Excessively harsh and terrifying order was like shackles, locking our entire race to death. By the time I was born, our civilization had already entered its final days. The entire divine path system was lifeless and stagnant. True, many individuals still possessed the spirit of exploration and still struggled onward. But they could not break the shackles—the result of their struggles was merely becoming part of those shackles, making them ever stronger."
"And once an individual's struggle became utterly meaningless, our civilization was already on its deathbed. In my youth, I obeyed order and struggled diligently. But when the Holy Clan and the Flower-Holding Saints of my race declared that all our efforts were hopeless, that we could only sleep... what do you think I felt then?"
Upon the surface of the black haze, an abstract expression of fury reached its peak before finally collapsing and scattering.
Geng fell silent for a moment.
"Before my race went to sleep, most of us had already gone mad. They devoured their own kind in frenzy and stripped the land bare. From the day I was born, I existed as livestock; even gaining intelligence was useless—the demon ethics decreed by the Demon Emperor had already been utterly destroyed.