Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

He did not pity the Spirit People Race. On one hand, they were a different race, with inherently dissimilar intentions; on the other hand, the survival of the fittest is the way of the world.


If it were the Da Xuan Dynasty that was part of that Cave Heaven, and instead it was the Spirit People Race's Xunmu Cave Heaven that was hundreds of times more vast than Da Xuan, then Da Xuan would have been the one to suffer from the Spirit People Race's invasion, facing slaughter and looting.


Even among one's own kind, there are endless scheming and conflicts preventing coexistence, let alone with a foreign race.


Seeing Chen Mu's silence, Yan Hong paused briefly and then said softly, "Just like our Da Xuan Dynasty and the foreign races beyond our borders, the blood feud spanning generations cannot be resolved, and we are not saints or buddhas who can look after everything; all we can tend to is ourselves."


Chapter 388 Invitation to Tingchao Cliff_3