In a mortal city in the North Heavenly Domain, everyone gazed up at the sky, watching figures dart back and forth through the air.
"Father, all these cultivators are heading north. What are they going to do?"
A young boy, still innocent and ignorant, looked up at the people in the sky and asked softly.
His father stroked his head and answered gravely, "They're going north to defend against the Demon Race!"
The boy gazed at his father in confusion. "Father, is the Demon Race really strong?"
"Why do we have to fight them?"
His father narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Son, remember this: the Human Race is the Human Race, and the Demon Race is the Demon Race."
"Humans and demons can never coexist. Either the Demon Race kills us all and enslaves us, or we kill them all and enslave them. Those are the only two choices. There is no other way."
"These seniors are fighting the Demon Race for the future of the Human Race."
"Without them, the entire Spirit Realm will be laid waste, and the Human Race will be wiped out."
"Son! Pray for them!"
With that, he closed his eyes and murmured, "They have to win! They have to win!"
Though the boy didn't understand what his father meant, he copied his actions and kept whispering, "Immortals, protect them! They'll win for sure!"
Scenes like this, between father and son, played out all across the North Heavenly Domain.
Everyone prayed for the Human Race to win.
Otherwise, the North Heavenly Domain would be the first to suffer.
The North Heavenly Domain bordered the Demon Domain. If the Human Race lost, the North Heavenly Domain would be the first to face the Demon Race's assault.
The result would almost certainly be