This Lord Has Great Merit Toward the Countless Living Beings of the Flame Stone Starfield

A streak of blood-red light flew in from the horizon and descended into the skies above the Mountain-Quelling Sect.

A blood-robed Daoist revealed himself, silently gazing at the land below and the people upon it.

Several centuries had passed. That Zhuzi from back then had long since died. His lifespan had run out, and he had failed to advance to the Foundation Establishment realm. Even if he had advanced to Foundation Establishment, it would have been difficult for him to survive the chaotic age that had lasted centuries.

During these centuries of chaos, the Horned Demon Imperial Clan had become dysfunctional, order everywhere had collapsed, and the races ceaselessly slaughtered one another—killing their own kind, killing other races, killing members of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan. Riots and uprisings never ceased, and countless living beings of the myriad races died within them.

The Mountain-Quelling Sect had weathered such a chaotic age. Though everyone within it had been replaced, and its territory had shrunk considerably, the sect remained, and the ancestral rites remained. It could not be denied that this was an immense stroke of fortune.

Yet even after living through such chaos, would the living beings of the myriad races cherish peace?

No.

Not in the slightest.

There was one clear fact: during these centuries of chaos, many living beings of the myriad races had died in all sorts of riots and in slaughter between their own kind and other races, correct?

Yet those who died because of war and disorder did not amount to even one-tenth of those who had died during the era of Horned Demon Imperial Clan rule!

Under the peace imposed by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, every living being of every race had their use. Those with strong souls were refined into ghostly spirits; Demon