Xuanxiao could converse with Xuanyuan on equal terms, at least at the level of an Immortal Monarch.
Even if they were to fight at the same realm, Xuanxiao's combat experience and rule manipulation were something Yang Yan couldn't contend with.
Yang Yan's heart was filled with resentment.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan's voice echoed in his heart.
"Yang Yan, the human race is weak and can only compromise in this matter. I hope you won't blame us for this decision. We have too many considerations for the people behind us."
Yang Yan responded in his heart, "I'm not displeased; I'm just angry. Why must the human race endure such trials, and why do the ten thousand races target us at every turn?"
Xuanyuan's voice, tinged with helplessness, continued, "All of this stems from that person's ruthless slaughter of the ten thousand races back then. The Immortal Emperor fell into slumber, out of ten Immortal Monarchs only one remains, only the human Immortal Monarch remains intact."
