"What the hell are these things? Why do I feel such immense resentment toward me from them? I've never wronged them or held any grudge against them!!"
"Why are there so many? Heavens, am I hallucinating?"
Fuxi's face was filled with shock. He could not believe anyone in this world could harbor such powerful resentful qi.
Heavenly Dao Hongjun sighed. "This is all resentful qi produced by the Three Thousand Demon Gods Pangu slew long ago. Every one of these masses of resentful qi has strength around the saint realm, and their numbers are even more terrifying. Even we cannot count exactly how many there are. Suffice it to say, there are a great many."
"Most importantly, these things keep coming in an endless stream. This was truly unexpected."
"I brought you here to tell you that the Primordial World is now in peril. Its barrier could be breached at any moment, and when that happens, its living beings will truly be plunged into misery."
"We must find a way to clear out these monsters before the barrier breaks."
"Your Human Race is one of the great races of the Primordial World. Its strength goes without saying."
"You should be able to help."
Fuxi fell rather silent before speaking helplessly. "The Sages of our Human Race can certainly help. Even if the two of us must stake our lives, we will have no complaints. But all beneath Sages are ants. The Human Race has many Quasi-Saint experts, but they cannot be of much help! They cannot affect saint realm beings at all!!"
That was what left him most helpless. He felt some regret. Why had he not helped more Saint Realm Experts advance?
He simply did not know whether sharpening their spears on the eve of battle would still work.