"Is that what you think, then?" Yun Xiao looked up at him.2

"Ha! I must admit, it's a bit awkward for me to say, and it's a little unfair to the billion sword scars on the Sword Dao monument," Stray Dog said with a peculiar expression. "But it's what our people have been saying for generations. I've heard it so much that I've become quite conditioned to it."0

Stray Dog hadn't expected that Yun Xiao, a Sword Cultivator, would be unaware of this piece of history. But on second thought, the Sword Realm had experienced an annihilation in the past. Now, with new inhabitants settling in this land, past animosities had long been washed away by the rains into the vast sea. What was the point of dredging up history?0

Therefore, those higher up must have suppressed tales of these old events. And just like that, the resentment of a billion fallen heroes faded away, leaving nothing behind.1

Yun Xiao was silent for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he said to Stray Dog, "Thanks."0

"Just sharing what I know. No need for thanks," Stray Dog replied after a pause. "Let the past be the past. We need to focus on the present. Remember what I told you earlier? The War of Immortals in the Heavenly Realm is approaching,...0