Chen Xun's gaze narrowed slightly as he slowly looked up at the letter drifting in on the wind.
A strong look of surprise flashed through Ke Ding's eyes.
A letter from Jiang, the Human Race's Common Lord.
A peerless ruthless figure of the Boundless Human Race... a terrifying person who, at the Immortal Realm, had plotted against the immortals of the Boundless Myriad Races and secured the Human Race's position as a flourishing overlord clan of the Immortal Realm for four hundred thousand years.
Such a thing had appeared only once in the entire vast history of immortals. It would be difficult to find another record like it.
The letter was blown open by a gentle breeze.
Yet there were no further explanations in it, no excessive words of guilt—only eight words—
When the firewood was spent, the flame was passed on; an eternal torch burned through the night.
Those eight brief words seemed to encompass the entire history of the Human Race's rise. They explained Human Dao, explained the path of the Human Race throughout the Three Thousand Universes: even if I fell and my Dao vanished, when the firewood was spent, the flame would be passed on, carrying the will of all humanity beneath Heaven.
They also said it all—the Human Race beneath Heaven was not merely the Boundless Human Race. There were also all living beings of the Human Race, there was him, and there was you.
When Jiang had acted in such a manner back then, it had likewise marked the beginning of resisting the notion that the Boundless Human Race was the entirety of the Human Race. That was why his teacher, Taishan of the Ying Clan, had already begun searching for the next candidate to become the Human Race's Common Lord.
Taishan of the