The nonchalant demeanor of the young deity made Ye An uncomfortable. Before departing, he had been worried about being looked down upon here. However, the reality turned out quite the opposite; the people here were warm and friendly. Yet, to Ye An's surprise, it was because in the eyes of the divine race, the human race was merely subservient, inferior beings.
Who would harbor animosity towards their subordinates? This feeling only made Ye An more uncomfortable, fostering anger in his heart that he didn't know how to vent. Suddenly, Ye An thought of something and asked, "Do you know about the Ascension War three thousand years ago?"
"What?" The young deity looked puzzled. "Who would know about something from three thousand years ago?"
Ye An didn't know how to respond and simply nodded. Feeling suddenly without appetite, he returned to his room, alone on the sofa, connecting to the stellar network of the divine race to explore all that he was curious about.
In the search bar, he typed: "Position of the divine race among the realms." Clicking on it, prominent words appeared immediately: "Among the realms, all races are beneath the heavens. The divine race is the children of the heavens, born with the responsibility and duty to rule and educate all realms."
Ye An scoffed lightly. "Educate?"
With discontent in his heart, he continued to the next question: "Relationship between the divine race and the human race." The answer was even more outrageous, summed up in three words: "Superior and subordinate." Below, there was a brief mention of the human race: "The human race is a newly emerging race among the realms, rising a few thousand years ago. Unfortunately, in the ever-changing world of realms, one hopes the human race can stabilize its own position. Otherwise, a foundation of shallow depth easily collapses."
That was it, just these two lines, as if the human race were thin air. Ye An continued to search for the third question, finding only four words: "Ascension War."
His gaze hardened. The search results for this war were scarce, with not a single mention of the war three thousand years ago with the human race.
Ye An laughed bitterly. Three thousand years ago, the divine, demonic, and ghost races had joined forces to slaughter countless humans. Today, in their textbooks, there was no mention of this event!
No divine being would care about humans because they were merely inferior beings. And because of their lowly status, no one cared about how the human race had risen. In the eyes of the divine race, they would always be the bosses, sitting alone and watching the ebb and flow of the realms.
At this moment, Ye An finally understood the meaning behind Lin Ying's words. Why tell the divine race that the times had changed?
So absorbed in his thoughts, another piece of news made its way to the front page, jumping onto the stellar network of the divine realm and catching Ye An's eye.
This piece of news was closely related to the human race.
"The Sword Festival is about to begin, and a low-key contestant has suddenly released an important message."
"The contestant, named Ye Lu, carries half divine blood, has long resided in the demonic realm, and commands the elites of the demonic race."
"He was once the top genius of the previous era in the demonic realm, but fell in action during a battle with the human race!"
"However, we divine beings will not watch our own kind sacrifice in vain and have paid a huge price to bring Ye Lu back to this world."
"Ye Lu is the number two seed for this championship, his strength second only to the King of the Underworld."
"Today, he held a press conference where he recounted the details of his sacrifice years ago."
Ye An clicked on the link below.
Ye Lu's face was sinister, seeming divine and demonic, with pupils that were not golden but black at the edge, and his lips were black and purple.
"Thousands of years ago, the human race allied with the ghost race and attacked the demonic and ghost realms, stealing countless treasures from these two realms, thus allowing themselves to rise."
"Don't underestimate the human race, this is a race that is patient and ruthless."
"That year, the demonic and ghost realms suffered heavy losses. If it weren't for the divine race lending a helping hand, these two realms would have suffered immeasurably at the hands of the human race."
"But these are all things of the past."
"In the end, peace was restored to the realms with the great assistance of the divine race."
"But unexpectedly, the human race dared to launch another war years ago!"
"I want to ask the human race, what are their intentions?"
"They dared to attack the borders of the demonic realm, creating a genius capable of achieving the Dao Fruit in six realms."
"This genius was inhumane, cruel, and slaughtered the creatures of the demonic realm. Finally, I and several demonic geniuses fought to the death with this traitorous scum and perished together."
"What I want to say is, I hate the human race!"
"Thousands of years ago, their rise to power was sinister!"
"If it weren't for the cosmic convention, which prohibited the divine realm from using violent means to intervene in the internal affairs of other races, how could the human realm have today?"
"The tolerance of the divine realm and the trust of the demonic realm have allowed the human race to thrive today. But I thought after thousands of years, wars should have been long gone from the realms."
"Who would have thought that a few years later, the human race would dare to start a war again!"
"I want to ask the human race, do you want to dominate the realms?"
"Daydreaming!"
At this point, Ye Lu glanced down at his script, paused, and continued, "Everyone, what is war?"
"It is the destruction of families, the separation of loved ones!"
"For the sake of their own desires, the human race slaughtered countless innocent beings in the realms!"
"For the sake of peace in the realms, I will not expose the crimes of the human race today."
"But!"
"My hatred towards the human race will not end like this."
"Twenty-three years ago, the ghost child bred by your human race with evil arts has been killed by me."
"Today, twenty-three years later, your human race dares to participate in the Sword Festival convened by the divine race!"
"I will definitely take action to tell the human race that as long as I, Ye Lu, am alive, the younger generation of your human race will never have a way out!"
"I will never allow the source of evil to grow, and I will surely kill all those who disturb the peace of the realms!"
With a resolute sense of justice, the speech concluded amidst enthusiastic applause.
Ye An's face darkened.
Actually, in the few minutes he watched the video, he had already figured out some things.
Whether it was the divine realm, the demonic realm, or the ghost realm, they were all very good at covering up or erasing their own past crimes.
Today's blame game was familiar and skillfully executed, likely already a basic operation.
So in the eyes of the divine race, they were sacred, selfless, and a great race.
Ye An looked out the window. The once magnificent divine realm now appeared different in his eyes.
What a hypocritical world.
Beneath these glittering buildings lay the bones of countless innocents from the realms.
When those people rose up and asked the divine race why they did this.
The divine race wouldn't answer the reasons. They would just look at them in surprise and ask what they were talking about.
As if as long as they pretended not to know, those people would die with nothing to do with them.
Really disgusting.
How can I tell them the times have changed?
Ye An couldn't think of a good way for a while, but in the end, he couldn't help but look at his fists.