After listening to the words of Cixuan Old Immortal, the expression of Xuanyuan Human Venerable fluctuated between brightness and darkness.
Although Cixuan Old Immortal was anxious, he also understood that Xuanyuan Human Venerable had to come to terms with this matter first.
Xuanyuan Human Venerable looked at Cixuan Old Immortal and asked, "Have you ever thought, even if I risk everything and make the Celestial Army retreat, the all living beings of the Three Thousand Great Worlds will still hate me. Their perspective cannot see the battles of the Celestial Court, and even after the disaster, if I explain to them, how can they believe it? You underestimate the heart of hatred of mortal spirits."
The face of Cixuan Old Immortal changed slightly, and following Xuanyuan Human Venerable's words, he felt cold in his limbs.
