"Alas, Senior, you have no idea—our Human Race is in a very difficult position."
Su Xiang's voice was filled with the weight of time, and that weathered tone piqued Ye Lin's interest.
"In the Heavenly River Galaxy Cluster, the Human Race is weak. None of the three hegemonic powers belong to the Human Race, and the entire Heavenly River Galaxy Cluster is vast beyond measure, boundless and endless."
"The stars are countless, yet the Human Race can only huddle away in one corner, our strength pitifully weak."
"To put it this way, the strongest among our Human Race are only the Three Venerables, and even the Three Venerables are merely at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm."
"Moreover, our Human Race's territory is tiny, leaving us with miserably few resources. We suffer bullying from other races every day. It has gotten to the point where even a third-rate force like the Heaven-Devouring Bull Clan dares to shit on our heads."
"If Senior had not happened to pass by this time, we would likely have faced certain doom."
"If the Three Venerables had not been desperately holding on, our Human Race would likely have long since been erased from the Heavenly River Galaxy Cluster."
Hearing of the Human Race's miserable plight, Ye Lin did not know what to say for a moment. The Star River Cosmos was simply this cruel.
Perhaps in another galaxy, the Human Race was powerful. Perhaps in some other galaxy, the Human Race was treated as pigs and dogs—or, at times, as less than pigs and dogs.
Clearly, this was the situation of the Human Race in the Heavenly River Galaxy Cluster.
Their strongest experts were merely three Heavenly Immortals.
"May I ask what brings Senior to the Heavenly River Galaxy Cluster this time?"
Suddenly, Su