When Liu Changxu heard the diners in the restaurant discussing Kunlun Sacred Land's crushing defeat, he felt no pleasure at its misfortune. Instead, his expression grew even graver.
Previously, by wiping out the Huang Household of Falling Moon Immortal City, Liu Changxu had incurred a blood feud with a high-ranking figure in Kunlun Sacred Land. In the end, he had been forced to leave the territory under its jurisdiction. Still, that had ultimately been a personal grievance.
This defeat of Kunlun Sacred Land, however, had brought calamity upon countless fellow humans, weighing heavily on his heart.
It was not that Liu Changxu was overflowing with compassion for the world. Kunlun Sacred Land's defeat had not merely cost countless human lives; more importantly, it would greatly constrict the Human Race's living space, leading to its further decline. For Liu Changxu, who wanted to settle and develop on Taibai Star, this was hardly good news.
Fortunately, Kunlun Sacred Land's three human Sacred Emperors were still alive. Although two had been gravely wounded, they could recover if given enough time.
As long as those three human Sacred Emperors of Kunlun Sacred Land remained, there was still room to salvage the situation.
Yet what the diners discussed most was the war between Heavenly Lake Sacred Land and the Demon Race.
From their conversations, Liu Changxu learned that Heavenly Lake Sacred Land's war against the Demon Race was likewise far from promising. It had already lasted six or seven hundred years, and such prolonged, fierce conflict had inflicted devastating casualties on the cultivators in Heavenly Lake Sacred Land's territories.
Even Heavenly Lake Sacred Land, with its deep reserves and formidable strength, had long since become exhausted and was struggling to keep up.
Not long ago, Heavenly Lake Sacred Land had suffered another crushing defeat in