"Five hundred years ago, some people left."
"How many times has such a thing happened?" Wentian's expression was solemn.
"It began over three thousand years ago, I suppose. As for who proposed this plan, this old one's level is too low, so I cannot come into contact with that." The Ancient Locust Tree's treant avatar said.
"Perhaps it was some transformed great demon, perhaps it was you human immortal cultivators, or demonic cultivators, or perhaps it was the result of the three sides discussing it together.
"Otherwise, this place would not have become the battlefield where the three forces clash.
"It experiences similar events again and again, like an inescapable cycle of reincarnation."
Wentian slowly closed his eyes, his heart filled with sorrow.
A moment later,
He cupped his fists toward the treant avatar. "Many thanks, Senior, for telling me the truth."
"You do not feel despair?"
"Despair, despair so deep one cannot see the bottom!"
