At that moment, everyone understood why Su Mo had been confident he could sever the heavens.
He would use his own position as Human Emperor to secure a chance of survival for the Nine Heavens...
Perhaps, with his talent and powers of calculation, the thought had already appeared in his mind the instant he saw that the Red Mist was beyond control. He had simply been unable to face it.
He was unwilling to walk that old road of seeking hope through lives, and still less could he bring himself to strike at those innocent people.
But now, he had no choice...
Yet Su Mo differed from the emperors before him in that... he had laid the whole truth before the world, frankly telling them of this thought.
And the people of the world understood his predicament.
No one blamed him, and no one resented him...
Hearing the words of Dao Twelve, the Dao Sect's Sect Master, everyone fell silent and turned toward the white-robed figure in the distance... he seemed to have little attachment to his cultivation.
National Fortune Power was the strongest power within a world, yet he could actually let it go...
"No..." The Holy Sect's First Elder looked down at the people below and slowly shook his head. "As long as he lives, he will always be the Human Emperor of the Nine Heavens..."
"The Nine Heavens... will have no Human Emperor but him."
"Even if these Nine Heavens lose their national fortune..."
Within Su Mo's Spirit Sea, the Mysterious Maiden watched the white-robed figure outside with a complicated expression, then silently lowered her head.
For some reason, beneath those peaceful, willing pleas from the people below, ripples gradually stirred in her hard, icy heart.
She had never seen such unanimous pleas for death, nor