Huang fell silent.
He looked at the golden figure standing with his hands behind his back in the depths of the Starry Sky, at that motionless figure with black hair fluttering in the wind.
After a long silence, he finally spoke in an extremely soft, slow tone.
"So from here on, it depends on Chu Tian, on the Human Race—how much strength they can display, and whether they can deter the Azure Heaven Clans."
"Without sufficient strength, one had no right to speak of peace."
"Only those capable of war could bring an end to war."
Among The Sleepers beside him, someone sneered, his voice brimming with mockery.
"Look. This is the shameless, tyrannical face of the Azure Heaven Clans. Countless eras ago, this was how they exterminated our clans."
Another voice followed, carrying fury that could no longer be suppressed.
"They make it sound pleasant enough, but they will not allow any clan to threaten their rule. Whoever dares to raise their head, they destroy."
A third voice rang out, filled with profound weariness.
"The Human Emperor drove them out of the Myriad Worlds back then, and they bore that grudge for tens of millions of years. Now that they have returned, the first thing they want is to exterminate the Human Race. It is not that the Human Race threatens them—it is fear. They fear the Human Race rising again. They fear another great Human Emperor emerging. So, before the Human Race can fully rise, they want to strangle it in the cradle."
At this moment, everyone's gaze fell upon the golden figure standing with his hands behind his back within the Myriad Realms Ruins. Even Hengkong Human King's earth-shaking one-against-three battle no longer seemed so important.
Just how many trump cards did the Human Race still possess?