A grand cultivator who had reached the Spirit Refinement realm, enough to be called a True Person in the outside world, had been slain so easily.
Yet the fall of this Spirit Refinement cultivator did not stir the slightest ripple. It was as though all the Water Tribe of the Dragon Palace had long grown accustomed to it.
"In the later age ten thousand years from now, spiritual energy will be exhausted. There should not be many demons, devils, or evil spirits."
"Does everything before you feel deeply familiar?"
Yunmeng Dragon Lord withdrew his gaze from the Raging Tide General who had struck, then smiled as he questioned Shen Yuan.
Shen Yuan did not respond.
He had figured it out. This Yunmeng Dragon Lord had clearly decided that he was the Ascension Daoist, and had inexplicably claimed they had long known one another in spirit.
Before he understood the key issue behind this, Shen Yuan intended to give no response.
In any case, Yunmeng Dragon Lord had not displayed any hostility, so Shen Yuan would let him address him that way for now.
In Yunmeng Dragon Lord's eyes, Shen Yuan's manner was practically an answer in itself.
A trace of melancholy appeared in his eyes as Yunmeng Dragon Lord gave a soft laugh.
"Actually, I too deeply miss this world."
"Here, humanity's system of spells developed to a nearly perfect stage. It was enough to sustain countless humans, without worrying that a lack of resources would bring about all manner of disasters.
"The earth deities and water gods held sway over the people beneath them, receiving an almost inexhaustible stream of incense and faith. As they continuously strengthened themselves, they also blessed their believers with favorable winds and timely rains."
"Human dynasties watched over all beneath heaven, preventing cultivators from