"Ying Mingchao, I know you hold deep prejudice against my Soul Infant Sect, but there truly is no need for us to resort to swords," the Soul Infant Sect's Sect Master said to Ying Mingchao.
Compared to the murderous intent radiating from Ying Mingchao, he wore an expression of complete warmth.
As though the person standing before him was not a mortal enemy at all, but a dear friend.
"Prejudice? You call what you've done merely prejudice?"
"Are you saying that the slaughter of so many innocent infants also counts as prejudice?"
"Those were children who had barely begun to see the world! How could you lay a hand on them?" Ying Mingchao's furious voice echoed across heaven and earth.
Clanging and powerful!!!
"Soul Infant Sect, your deaths would not be enough to atone. You should be torn to pieces and cast into eternal damnation."
Right after, everyone present launched into a joint condemnation of the Soul Infant Sect. After all, what the Soul Infant Sect had done was truly something the world could not accept.
"I admit that what my Soul Infant Sect did was indeed wrong. But what if I told you that our Soul Infant Sect did all of this for the benefit of all living beings in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm — would you be able to understand?" the Soul Infant Sect's Sect Master said.
"For the benefit of the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm? What a joke."
Before Ying Mingchao could even speak, the surrounding crowd erupted with mocking voices.
This was the most preposterous thing they had ever heard.
It was an outright insult to their intelligence, treating them like fools.
"I know that you may not believe me after I say this, but that is the truth," the Soul Infant Sect's Sect Master said.
"Utterly absurd." Ying Mingchao's fury burned white-hot. He had no patience for such drivel. Drawing his Ancestral Weapon, he was ready to strike.
"Wait." But at that moment, the Sect Master of the Sword Immortal Sect stepped forward and blocked Ying Mingchao, saying: "They lured us here for a reason. We may as well hear what they have to say, and see what other tricks they have up their sleeve — what exactly their goal is."
"As you wish."
Mingchao spoke coldly, clearly displeased. In his view, an existence like the Soul Infant Sect had no right to waste their breath — the cleanest solution would simply be to cut them all down. But regardless, they were currently an allied army, and the Sect Master of the Sword Immortal Sect was a second-stage True Immortal. He had to give at least some consideration to their suggestion. After all… they were allies.
"Hun Po Yuan, don't blame me for giving you this chance. Since you want to talk, then today I'll let you have your say."
"I want to see what other tricks you can possibly pull," the Sect Master of the Sword Immortal Sect said to the Soul Infant Sect's Sect Master.
"In the vast expanse beyond the heavens, there are countless worlds. Compared to the Upper Realm, we cannot measure up. But among the many ordinary realms, our Hundred Refinements is among the weakest."
"For this reason, the founding ancestor of my Soul Infant Sect was deeply troubled. He spent his entire life agonizing over how to raise the overall strength of the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm's populace."
"But the path of martial cultivation depends heavily on an individual's comprehension. Raising the overall strength of an entire ordinary realm is an enormously difficult task — one that is, in fact, practically impossible."
"Heaven never lets down those who strive. Through a stroke of extraordinary fortune, the founding ancestor of my Soul Infant Sect came upon a mysterious encounter. From it, he discovered a method that could forcibly impart the path of martial cultivation to others — even helping them advance their cultivation."
"However, implementing this method required an extended period of time, and even demanded an enormous price."
"That price was the continuous sacrifice of newborn infants' lives to temper and refine the method. Only through repeated tempering and experimentation could it finally be achieved."
"The founding ancestor of our Soul Infant Sect was also well aware that once this method was put into practice, it would inevitably earn the hatred and enmity of the world."
"After all, before the results were achieved, no one would believe that what they were doing was truly meant to benefit all future generations of the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm."
"But for the sake of the Hundred Refinements' future generations — for the sake of the Hundred Refinements' tomorrow — some sacrifices were necessary. And so, my Soul Infant Sect was formally established."
"All these years, my Soul Infant Sect has been treated like rats in the street, constantly assailed by so-called righteous sects. Countless of our brothers have fallen, yet we have endured through it all — all while being hated by you, even as we work for the benefit of you and your descendants," the Soul Infant Sect's Sect Master said.
"Silence!!!" At that moment, Zi Xunyi suddenly let out a sharp shout.