Lin Xin floated silently in the air.
This world was far more dangerous than the Human Race could imagine. Could just these few Yuan Jing Cultivators ensure the peace and harmony of the southern region? The thought of the joyful gods of that level he had seen in the Outer Regions, and the terrifying number of ninety-nine deities, made Lin Xin sigh.
Humans were too weak.
Constantly faced with threats from the outside world, without the protective shield of the Yang membrane, without Sun Spring, the Human Race might not even have the right to survive.
At this time, he somewhat understood the sacrifices made by the people of the Radiance Society, who gave their all for the cause of rising up.
"I'm grateful that you all could play with my avatar for so long," he sighed. "It's just a pity, the game is over."
