"Hm?"
Xuanming Heavenly Venerable, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, showed obvious confusion on his young, handsome face. Gao Xian wanted to sweep all demons and devils from the human realm?
This kid really dared to think it! He really dared to say it!
The human realm was vast and solid, the foundation of all heavens and myriad worlds, and it had no fewer than eleven eighth-rank cultivators.
Even with one Red Dragon dead, ten remained. Seven of them belonged to the Demon Race. Fortunately, once cultivation reached the eighth rank, distinctions of race rarely mattered. What mattered most was one's own interests.
Yet Gao Xian wanted to divide friend from foe by race. That was utterly absurd.
The Demon Race experts would not care about racial distinctions, but they cared immensely about their own survival. The moment they detected the slightest sign of trouble, they would strike without hesitation.
There was another point. Gao Xian's killing of Red Dragon had already drawn the attention of every eighth-rank expert. If he killed one more eighth-rank member of the Demon Race, the other eighth-rank demons would inevitably besiege him.
After pondering for a moment, Xuanming Heavenly Venerable said, "Fellow Daoist, the Great Dao stretches endlessly ahead. No matter how many companions walk alongside you, a cultivator must ultimately walk that road alone."
With a serious expression, he continued, "To hold all living beings under heaven in your heart is great benevolence. But it is not what a cultivator ought to do."
"I find it difficult to agree with those words, Heavenly Venerable."
Gao Xian shook his head slightly and countered, "It was because countless human ancestors fought with courage that they carved out a world for us and gave our human race a place to stand.
"Countless cultivators