"Chen Xun."
The Old Mount Tai of the Ying Clan stood at the very front of the Human Race Academy, a weathered smile on his face. "I had looked forward to meeting you for many years. At the very least, not on a battlefield."
The moment those words fell, the mountains and rivers became deathly silent. Even the cultivators before the Human Race Academy felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Old Mount Tai was enough to represent the Human Race. Every word he spoke represented the Human Race of the Three Thousand Great Worlds!
This silence lasted for the time it took an incense stick to burn.
"Old Mount Tai of the Ying Clan." Chen Xun raised his eyes slightly, his gaze deepening. "...At this point, things have already come to this."
"Me, Ximen Black Bull, Little Scarlet, the Five Aggregates Sect, the Baili Clan of the Domain, and all the myriad beings there—do you think there is still any need to talk?"
"The Human Race has its grand plans spanning eternity, and the crushing burden of blood sustenance through the ages. But none of that was caused by the myriad beings of my Domain. We natives of the Domain, we ordinary people of the Domain, merely wanted a way to live. We wanted to see the Immortal Dao and the world beyond."
Chen Xun spoke with extraordinary calm, as though he were recounting something that had nothing to do with him. "Old Yin was crippled. The old gentleman died. Yet heaven and earth still turned, the Immortal Dao of the Great World still shone brilliantly, and the Human Race still prospered."
"To you, we were never important. The Human Race never wished to win back me, Chen Xun, nor did it ever regret what happened. You merely regretted