"Do we need to worry about that anger?"
"The difference in strength is too great, so there is no need to worry, unless heaven and earth undergo a great upheaval."
"What would count as a great upheaval of heaven and earth?"
"All the spirit veins of the Chaotian Continent vanishing, and its vital energy scattering."
"Is that possible?"
"Perhaps it will happen one day, but not now."
"What about now, then?"
"The true threat to the Human Race is the Snow Nation."
Jing Jiu said, "So the only great upheaval of heaven and earth we need to worry about is the Snow Nation moving south."
When the Snow Nation Monsters had moved south all those years ago, nearly all the Daoist cultivators who had chosen not to flee had been killed or wounded. The cultivation sects of the northern continent, righteous and evil alike, had nearly been wiped out, and order had vanished from the mortal world. The common people had lost their homes and wandered, turning to banditry. Some had obtained those sects' wealth and ownerless spiritual artifacts, running even more rampant, burning, killing, looting, and plundering everywhere, committing every imaginable evil.
"And so there was Beacon Fires Last Three Months," Zhao Layue said.
"That's right," Jing Jiu said.
Zhao Layue suddenly thought of someone.
"Without the Blade Sage, who knows how many mortals would have died? He is a cultivator too. Do mortals feel no gratitude at all, only resentment and anger?"
"Cao Yuan is no ordinary cultivator. He is a Buddha. Few cultivators can become Buddhas."
Zhao Layue said, "But cultivators keep dying to resist the Snow Nation and suppress the Netherworld. Can they not earn mortals' gratitude either?"
Looking into her eyes, Jing Jiu said, "Are they fighting for mortals, or for their own sects?"
Zhao