Thus, the Demon Race had always been secretly wearing down the Human Race's living strength. If this continued, the Human Race would be wiped out sooner or later.
He had already borne too much. Not just anyone could shoulder the heavy burden of the Human Race.
Over such a long time, that once-boiling passion in his heart had been extinguished. His heart had turned cold, as though he no longer held any hope for the Human Race's future.
Disheartened, he could only hide here and suppress the Human Race's fortune—on one hand preventing the Demon Race from launching a large-scale invasion, and on the other searching for a new successor to the Martial King.
He could die, but before he died, he had to choose an heir to the Martial King.
Now, the Human Race's fortune could only accommodate the birth of one Martial King. If he left without finding a successor, those Heavenly Human Realm experts of the Human Race would go mad.
The Martial King realm they had dreamed of was right before their eyes. How could they not go mad? When that time came, the Human Race would inevitably fall into chaos.
He had originally thought this was how the rest of his life would be. Yet Ye Lin came. When he heard Ye Lin's words, his frozen heart seemed to regain a trace of warmth—only for it to die out again in the end.
The Human Race was not so easily saved. The Human Race had no hope, no future. That was what he said.
Only those who had personally experienced it would understand.
"Little Friend Ye Lin, this old man is already over a thousand years old. It would not do for you to tease me like this."
Elder Wang chuckled and filled his own