Advance

"Mountain Master Fang, you may call me Ye Lin. Along my journey here, I have not encountered a single living soul, yet the air is thick with a faint demonic aura. It is undoubtedly the scent of Evil Demons."

"Within a radius of one hundred thousand li, Black Mountain is the only power with a Spirit Transformation realm expert. To watch idly as Evil Demons slaughter our own kin while Black Mountain does nothing—Mountain Master, I require an explanation."

Ye Lin's eyes narrowed with authority. He spoke with his hands clasped behind his back, while a monstrous pressure erupted from his body, ruthlessly bearing down upon Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu's figure faltered, his waist bowing slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, it is not that my Black Mountain refuses to act, but there is a peerless Evil Demon of the Spirit Transformation realm leading them. My Black Mountain wishes to intervene, but we are powerless to do so."

"If my Black Mountain were to strike and provoke the Evil Demons, our million-year foundation would be forfeit. I dare not gamble the million-year legacy of Black Mountain."

Fang Xiu gritted his teeth, struggling against the weight of Ye Lin's pressure.

"Oh? To protect your own million-year foundation, you disregard the lives of your kin? Why do we cultivators cultivate? It is to protect those who need protecting."

"As the only Spirit Transformation power within a hundred thousand li, your Black Mountain is usually revered by the surrounding human race. Yet, when the humans are in peril, you watch idly as Evil Demons slaughter them at will, all for the sake of your foundation."

"There is not a single human left within a hundred thousand li. Do you know how many have died? Have you ever bothered to calculate?"

As Ye Lin finished speaking,