"Do you see it? This is the predicament our Human Race is in now."
"There are more than a hundred stars like this one, and the situation on each of them is more or less the same."
"Most of the Human Race in the Cloud Sea Star Region can only cling to life here. Even that is the best possible outcome, since at least their lives are free."
"Those clansmen raised in captivity by the myriad races are the truly miserable ones."
"The Cloud Sea Star Region is like this—how could the entire Star River Cosmos be any different?"
"There is no worst, only worse."
"Brother, the two of us should join forces and change all this."
"Because the very first impression you gave me was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Believe me—follow your big brother, and let the Human Race rise."
Li Jinhuang led Ye Lin across the ground.
Gazes from all around fell upon Ye Lin.
Their clothes were torn, their lips cracked, their faces sallow and their bodies gaunt.
The overwhelming majority were merely ordinary mortals; cultivators were few and far between.
Immortal cultivators were even rarer, pitifully so.
Just as Ye Lin was about to raise his hand and summon a downpour, Li Jinhuang grabbed him and stopped him.
"Brother, don't do that."
"Once this place draws the Rakshasa Clan's attention, there will be no peace again."
With that, Li Jinhuang walked ahead, while Ye Lin followed behind him.
Though he could not use spells to bring rain, Ye Lin had no shortage of good things in his Spatial Ring.
"Let everyone drink a little of this sweet dew."
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, enormous jars appeared one after another on the ground.
Only after Li Jinhuang signaled them did these humans cautiously pick