One word—"too"—was enough to lay bare this Demigod's indifference toward the extinction of a race.
Ash suddenly realized that Vishy's Evernight Elves had probably gone extinct long ago, just like Time King's batch of ancient elves who had lived on the Time Continent. After the passage of ages, elven civilization had already been severed, leaving behind only the faintest bloodline connection.
Even the modern Blood Moon Elves and Gospel Elves could hardly be called the same species. "Are all Demigods like you? No race, no country, only desire?"
"No." Vishy's answer was beyond Ash's expectations. "The way you put it is wrong. Whether race, country, or desire, they're all just philosophical concepts. As long as people share the same aspirations, they will gather together, form new races, new countries, and wrap their desires in the packaging of grand ideals."
"You might not believe me, but the struggles in God Realm are far more intense than in reality."
"Lone wolves like me are actually the minority in God Realm, because most Demigods would probably struggle even to survive if they didn't cooperate—unless they were willing to be mud at the bottom of Demigods for all eternity. But in that case, every strong person could take whatever they wanted from them."
"This might sound strange," Ash asked, "but why don't you join some force, find a way to climb to a high position, and use the organization's resources to strengthen yourself? Wouldn't that be more efficient than being a lone wolf? You're a dual-school Demigod of soul and prophecy."
"Precisely because I'm a dual-school Demigod, I can't do that," Vishy said. "Aside from a Divine Lord, no Demigod dares make use of me, and no organization dares let me into its core. Compared to their enemies, they fear me more."
"Then you