"Now, you have gathered once more."
"Everyone, I am about to leave. I leave the Human Race in your hands."
The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, the Human Race experts standing behind him with eager anticipation were dumbfounded.
They had waited so bitterly, their faces full of expectation, only for this to be what they got?
"Y-You... aren't going to lead us in war against the myriad races?"
The middle-aged man at the very front cautiously spoke up to ask.
The moment those words were spoken, the remaining Human Race experts all looked at Ye Lin with exceedingly expectant eyes.
"No."
Two words—two light, drifting words—yet they left these Human Race experts as though their souls had been torn away, their eyes vacant.
They had been overjoyed when Ye Lin stepped into the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
As long as Ye Lin led them in war against the myriad races, who could possibly stand in their way?
Then, the Human Race could restore the glory it had possessed in the ancient era.
And they, too, would earn the merit of following a dragon.
In the new era, the Human Race could seize the initiative once more and stand again at the peak of the Star River Cosmos.
How wonderful all of that had been.
But now, Ye Lin was telling them no.
Why?
Those two words instantly shattered their beautiful dream.
Did Ye Lin not possess even the slightest sense of duty toward the rise of the Human Race?
How could he refuse so completely?
And if he left now, did he know how miserable the Human Race's fate would be in the future, without a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal to preside over it?
"The Human Race will be in your hands from now on. I trust that you all