The man's throat was hoarse beyond measure, like skin scraping against sand.
His eyelids drooped, and there was no light in his eyes. He looked like a living corpse. That sliver of dawn could not shine upon him; he remained steeped beneath the dim sky, amid the torrential rain.
"Where did you come from?" Chen Xun gave him a deep look, his voice utterly without emotion.
Ying Xiao shook his head with difficulty. Humble to the extreme, he bowed again. "...Reporting to the Exalted One, I ran... kept running, and ran here. There were corpses... so I came."
There was no fear in his voice or his eyes, only a humble, tranquil reply, as though he had long lost all seven emotions and six desires, muddled and vacant.
Ying Xiao had not answered where exactly he had come from.
Having said that.
Ying Xiao slowly raised his head and looked toward the figure standing against the light. An inadvertent smile of yearning appeared at the corner of his mouth, dazzlingly bright...
"In this vast Profound Subtle Heaven Domain, is there truly nowhere for your Human Race to stand?" Chen Xun's gaze tightened slightly. The strange immortal radiance flashing in his eyes seemed to pierce through everything within Ying Xiao.
Human Race.
This Exalted One had mentioned it twice.
Ying Xiao's ten fingers dug into the blood-soaked earth. He had never heard such words before. He weakly said, "Exalted One... this lowly spirit is dull-witted."
He could not understand Chen Xun's words, much less how they were supposed to find a place for themselves.
There was no inheritance of Dao arts.
The Immortal Gates would not accept them.
In plundering, everyone was stronger than them, and everyone had greater backing.
Immortal Dao resources... this place was now his Immortal Dao resource.