Chen Xun's gaze tightened slightly as he slowly raised his head and turned towards the letter drifting in on the wind.
A strong look of surprise flashed through Ke Ding's eyes.
A letter from the Human Race's Alliance Master Jiang.
An unparalleled ruthless figure of the Boundless Human Race... a terrifying man who, while still in the Immortal realm, had plotted against the immortals of the Boundless Myriad Races and secured the Human Race's position as a flourishing overlord clan of the Immortal Realm for four hundred thousand years.
In the entire vast Immortal History, such a thing had happened only once. It would be difficult to ever find another such historical record.
The letter was blown open by the gentle breeze.
Yet the letter contained no further explanations, no needless words of remorse. There were only eight words—
The firewood burns out, the flame passes on; an eternal torch burns the night.
Those eight brief words seemed to encompass the entire history of the Human Race's rise. They explained the human path, explained the journey of the human race across the Three Thousand Universes. Even should I perish and my Dao vanish, the firewood burns out and the flame passes on—such was the meaning of the human race beneath heaven.
They said even more clearly that the Human Race beneath heaven did not consist of only the Boundless Human Race. There were also all sentient beings of the Human Race—him, and you.
When he had undertaken such an act alone, it had likewise marked the beginning of opposition to the notion that the Boundless Human Race was the entire Human Race. Thus, his teacher, Ying Family Tai Shan, had already begun seeking a candidate for the next Human Race Co-Lord.
Ying Family Tai Shan had not chosen from among