The last to set out was Ying Jueyu.
He took a step past Chen Xun, yet his footsteps paused slightly.
Ying Jueyu cast a deep look at the dull, unremarkable sword hanging at Chen Xun's waist.
"Young one, an Immortal moves ever forward, with no distinction between righteousness and evil, no distinction between morality and justice."
"You owe the boundless Human Race nothing, and the boundless Human Race owes you nothing either. The Human Race's rivers and mountains were won inch by inch by people like us, staining every land with blood. Only we are qualified to speak of all things from the standpoint of the Human Race's greater cause."
"But this king will not say much more to you."
"Chen Xun, say whatever you wish to say, do whatever you wish to do. Do not forget the heart of the Human Dao. That is the hope my generation of Human Race cultivators holds for the younger generation of the Human Race. Nothing more."
Rumble—
Ying Jueyu's blazing eyes turned toward the depths of the End of Heaven and Earth. The instant his words fell, he transformed into a searing, resplendent immortal radiance of blood and fire and charged in with brazen force, his bearing magnificent and domineering!
Chen Xun drew a deep breath, his eyes shaking violently.
The Human King's words had dealt an enormous blow to his Dao heart. After all, he had never imagined that such an ancient, peerless figure would say such things to him, an "archenemy of the Human Race." That vast and lofty breadth of spirit left him shaken for a long while.
But soon enough.
As expected, Ouyang Boxiao arrived late.
"Ouyang Boxiao." Chen Xun's expression turned solemn as he raised his eyes slightly.
"Chen Xun." Ouyang Boxiao wore an ancient robe steeped