The last to set out was Ying Jueyu.
He stepped past Chen Xun, but his footsteps paused slightly.
Ying Jueyu took a deep look at the dim, unremarkable sword hanging at Chen Xun's waist.
"Junior, immortals forge ahead without hesitation. There is no distinction between good and evil, no distinction of righteousness."
"You owe the Boundless Human Race nothing, and the Boundless Human Race owes you nothing either. The Human Race Mountains and Rivers were won inch by inch by people like us, staining every river and mountain with blood. Only we have the right to stand upon the righteousness of the Human Race and speak of all things."
"But this king will not say much more to you."
"Chen Xun, say whatever you wish to say, do whatever you wish to do. Do not forget the heart of humanity. That is all we Human Race cultivators of that generation hoped for from the younger generation of the Human Race."
Boom—
Ying Jueyu's blazing eyes looked into the depths at the end of heaven and earth. As soon as his words fell, he turned into a scorching, resplendent immortal light of blood and fire and charged fiercely inside, grand and domineering!
Chen Xun drew a deep breath, his eyes trembling violently.
The Human King's words had struck his Dao heart profoundly. After all, he had never imagined that such an ancient, peerless figure would say such things to him, an "archenemy of the Human Race." That towering breadth of heart left him shaken for a long time.
But soon enough.
As expected, Ouyang Boxiao arrived late.
"Ouyang Boxiao." Chen Xun's expression turned solemn as he slightly raised his eyes.
"Chen Xun." Ouyang Boxiao wore an ancient robe steeped in the hardships of countless years today, his expression calm. "They were