Chen Xun tilted his head, his expression calm as still water. "But in the end, they can only rely on themselves. The Heavenly Human Race's methods were rather filthy. They planted a seed in the hearts of all beings beneath heaven—the seed that Earth Territory's countless lives were demons. Even if this war of the five domains was stopped, their future circumstances would not be good."
Ordinary cultivators of the Immortal Realm, even prodigies and ordinary Immortals, had limited knowledge, yet all carried anger in their hearts. No matter what, the deed had been done. The innocence of Earth Territory's countless lives could no longer be reclaimed; the damage was simply too vast and too severe.
Those who had employed such filthy methods naturally knew better than anyone just how innocent the myriad realms of Earth Territory were.
But whether in the mortal world or the Cultivation World, this was a world where the weak were prey to the strong. He could help them only this far, and he had even less power to soothe the hearts of all beings in the Immortal Realm.
As his words fell.
Black Bull's eyes still held a faint reverence for his eldest brother.
Chen Xun smiled and patted Black Bull, Zhou Xing, and Yun Qing as well. Then they once more looked out over the surrounding towering mountains and vast rivers stretching for thousands of miles, with no notion of where they would return.
Ten thousand years later.
The countless beings of Earth Territory receded from the lands of the Immortal Land like the ebbing of a great sea. The sight was magnificent, yet also incomparably desolate. Grief filled their faces, along with a thread of despair and a fading hint of madness.
The winds of heaven and earth howled. Blood mist