"Chen Xun."
The Ying Clan Old Ancestor stood tall at the very front of the Human Race Academy, a weathered smile appearing on his face. "I have looked forward to meeting you for many years. At the very least, not meeting amid clashing weapons."
As soon as those words fell, the mountains and rivers grew eerily silent. Even the cultivators before the Human Race Academy felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Old Taishan was enough to represent the human race. Every word he spoke could represent the humans of the Three Thousand Great Worlds!
This silence lasted for an entire incense stick.
"Old Patriarch of the Ying Family." Chen Xun raised his eyes slightly, his gaze growing a little deeper. "...Things have come to this."
"Me, Ximen Black Ox, Little Crimson, the Five Elements Sect, the Baili Clan of the realm, and the myriad spirits there—do you think there is still any need to talk?"
"The human race has plans spanning the eternal ages and the heavy burden of blood sustenance through the eternal ages, but none of that was caused by the Realm Myriad Spirits. We Realm Natives, ordinary people of the realm, merely wanted a way to live—to see the Immortal Dao and the world beyond."
Chen Xun spoke with extraordinary calm, as though he were recounting something that had nothing to do with him. "Old Yin was crippled. Old Mister died. Yet heaven and earth still turned, the Immortal Dao of this great age still shone brilliantly, and the human race still prospered."
"To you, we were never important. The human race never wanted to win me, Chen Xun, back, nor did it ever regret this matter. It merely regretted losing a Supreme Strong One of the human race."
"He could be the Five Elements Dao