"Junior Brother Azure Yang, you've come."
"Congratulations on successfully forming your Nascent Soul."
Beneath the night sky, Heavenly Wind Ancestor gazed at the scattered lights among the mountains without turning his head. Only after a moment did he speak.
He still remembered the sect's lively nights before the Human-Demon War broke out.
Back then, lights shone on every spirit mountain as far as the eye could see, banishing the darkness of night.
Unfortunately, since the Human-Demon War began, the sect had needed to send disciples to the frontline every few years. As time passed, it gradually grew deserted, never again enjoying its former bustle.
"It was merely luck."
Liu Yu nodded lightly. As he looked out over these mountains and rivers, they felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Neither man enjoyed putting on a show for the occasion. With Heavenly Wind Ancestor also approaching death, a few pleasantries soon gave way to a brief silence.
Liu Yu could clearly sense that the other man was in low spirits.
There was plenty of time, so he had no intention of pressing him. He simply waited quietly for him to speak.
"Since the small-scale beast tides began, this war in the Cultivation World has spread for a full century."
"Who knows when this war will finally end?"
Perhaps because death was approaching, Heavenly Wind Ancestor suddenly grew somewhat sentimental.
"The initiative in this war has never rested with Southern Heaven."
"The Demon Race holds the initiative. Only once they obtain what they want will there be any possibility of this war ending."
"Conversely, if they fail to achieve their desired results, they probably won't let matters rest."
After a moment's thought, Liu Yu spoke calmly.
Though the truth was cruel, Southern Heaven's relative weakness meant that the initiative in this war had never been theirs.