Chen Xun turned his head, his expression calm as still water. "But in the end, they can only rely on themselves in the future. The Heavenly Human Race's methods were somewhat dirty—they planted the seed that the myriad spirits of the Earth Frontier were demons in the hearts of the world's myriad spirits. Even if this war between the Five Great Immortal Domains is stopped, their future circumstances will not be good."
The ordinary cultivators of the Immortal Realm, even its prodigies and common immortals, had limited knowledge, yet all harbored inner anger. No matter what, the facts had already happened. The innocence of the myriad spirits of the Earth Frontier could no longer be reclaimed; the impact was simply too vile and too widespread.
Those who used such dirty means naturally knew better than anyone how innocent the Earth Frontier Myriad Realms were.
But whether in the Mortal World or the cultivation world, this was a world where the strong devoured the weak. He could only help them this far, and he was even less able to soothe the hearts of the Immortal Realm's myriad spirits.
As soon as his words fell.
Big Black Ox's eyes still carried a faint reverence for his big brother.
Chen Xun smiled and patted Big Black Ox as well. Zhou Xing and Yun Qing turned their gazes once more toward the surrounding lofty mountains and majestic peaks, the ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, drifting toward Return Unknown.
Ten thousand years later.
The myriad spirits of the Earth Frontier receded from the immortal soil like the ebbing of a great sea. The sight was spectacular, yet incomparably desolate. Their faces bore grief, a trace of despair, and a trace of madness as they withdrew.
The winds of heaven and earth howled.