Slogans alone could never move people.
But when someone led by example and put their words into practice, the principles they spoke carried the power to stir hearts.
Gao Xian was not merely shouting slogans either. He had never been interested in such things to begin with, but for He Feng's unyielding resolve, for Ru Dian's fearless courage and compassionate heart, he had to do this.
He Feng, Ru Dian, He Yuan, and Zhi Zhen all embodied the courage, wisdom, and decisiveness of Nine Provinces cultivators.
The blood of warriors could not be spilled in vain. Heroes could not die for nothing. Such incomparably precious courage and wisdom had to be passed on to others.
He wanted to tell every foreign race: the human race of the Nine Provinces could not be humiliated!
Most people might not care, and that was fine. So long as some gained insight from it, that was enough. Passed down little by little, it would become a precious inheritance of human cultivators, a foundation for the human race.
Having slain a powerful enemy, Gao Xian felt little joy. Instead, a lingering melancholy filled his heart. Returning to the main hall, he cupped his hands and bowed to Dao Hong Dao Venerable. "Dao Venerable, this junior has fortunately fulfilled his duty."
Dao Hong Dao Venerable rose and solemnly returned the bow. "Little friend, you did not spare yourself, risking your life to save the countless living beings of the Nine Provinces from fire and water. This old Daoist must thank you."
"I dare not claim the credit. It was only through the united efforts of Fellow Daoists He Feng, He Yuan, Ru Dian, Zhi Zhen, and the others that we won this battle."
Gao Xian shook his head. No one could have been absent from this