This time, Xia Yuan could see clearly that he was indeed worried.
He was worried about the Barbarian region and the human race.
This was not the end.
After that, Xia Yuan even saw sorrow.
He was enlightened.
It was the sorrow of the ancestors for the human race's inability to resist fate.
Xia Yuan was easily influenced, developing empathy and even being directly immersed in it.
His mood that had just improved was gone.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his closed eyes.
That extreme sorrow gave birth to despair and powerlessness.
With his cultivation as a Dao master, he could not resist that kind of influence at all.
His sorrow even materialized. There was a group of juniors in the training field.
They didn't know why, but just a moment ago, under the influence of heaven and earth, they had been happily improving themselves, but they suddenly became sad and cried together.
