Silence fell between heaven and earth, as though they were watching a tattered scroll, sealed beneath the Long River in dust, being opened.
Everyone seemed to recall the desolate beasts they had slaughtered beyond the pass.
It seemed there had been nothing wrong with it. Even if they were still people of the Desolate Realm, they stood against this world.
They had been enemies to begin with, eternal foes, nothing more.
Yet, upon hearing that the desolate beasts were the people left after the Desolate Realm's destruction, they could not help feeling...
...like the fox mourning the rabbit's death.
But Su Mo still had many questions. He did not understand why the people of the Desolate Realm had all become demon beasts.
He did not understand why the desolate beasts' Spirit Consciousness had entered such a strange state.
Yanzhi looked back, seeming to see the confusion in Su Mo's eyes, and said softly, "There is no need to blame yourself."
"Although the desolate beasts were once people of the Desolate Realm, apart from the sages, all the others lost the Spirit Consciousness they possessed as humans long ago."
"They merely follow their instincts, wanting to enter this world."
No wonder!
No wonder Su Mo had noticed something wrong with the desolate beasts' Spirit Consciousness when he first encountered them. Even Wu Qian, with the Myriad Spirits Wonder Stone, had been unable to discern its secrets.
So they had long since lost the Spirit Consciousness they possessed as humans.
Su Mo raised his head toward the dozens of saint beasts. He found that their eyes still held a faint, hazy Spirit Consciousness, but hatred occupied it.
Yanzhi walked up to Su Mo and raised her head to gaze deeply at him, apology in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. There were many things