Ten thousand zhang above the bottom of the cliff, Xuanyuan had only just steadied himself when Yellow Dragon's voice reached his ears. He watched Yellow Dragon return to the clifftop with Xuandu and Guangchengzi.
"Forefather...!"
The piercing wails drowned out Xuanyuan's voice, echoing in his ears!
Each voice belonged to a dead human. Each spoke of a resentment that could never be dispelled.
Slaughtered by the Demon Race, their blood and souls had been forcibly sealed within this cold sword, denied release.
Their suffering had endured for countless years, and their resentment had accumulated for just as long.
Now, they sensed Xuanyuan's aura—the aura of a human, a living human.
All the human souls seethed. Their wails and murmurs erupted at once, battering Xuanyuan's soul in a frenzy.
Xuanyuan had withdrawn the boundless divine might of his Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivation. Amid the wails of these endless human souls, he swayed in the air like a falling leaf.
Faced with the endless wails and murmurs, Xuanyuan was about to unleash his Great Luo pressure, using his peak Great Luo magical power to shut them out, when he recalled what Yellow Dragon had just said.
Countless trillions of human souls were imprisoned within this sword. If he wanted to take it up, he had to earn their acceptance!
Then he lowered his soul's defenses, allowing it to face the wails of those countless trillions of humans directly.
Anger. The first thing that flooded in was anger.
Towering anger, anger that longed to tear heaven and earth apart.
Those souls raged at the Demon Race's brutality, at the injustice of their fates, at the Heavenly Dao's indifference, at everything that had been taken from them.
Xuanyuan bore that anger without resistance or argument. He simply endured it in silence.
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