"Humans and demons can coexist, but Divine Dawn must die?" Yun Xiao repeated, a bit dazed. The phrase sounded eerily familiar.0

"In ancient times, the phrase was 'Humans and demons can coexist, but Sword Cultivators must die,'" the Drunkard continued, shaking his head with a sad smile. "A bunch of compassionate folks knelt before the demons and sent a billion Sword Cultivators straight to hell. From that day forth, they willingly relinquished their martial prowess, letting humanity undergo a millennium of humiliation, oppressed and slaughtered in broad daylight. Those who surrendered were pleased; they lived like puppets in the Heavenly Realm, feasting and partying, while the common folks suffered endlessly.0

"And now, a fiery young Empress emerges, making the Demon Continent quake in fear, singlehandedly becoming the backbone for the people of the Immortal Empire. And lo and behold, those holier-than-thou individuals responsible for the fall of the Sword Cultivators reappear. This time, they brainwash the young and the masses, portraying the Empress as a tyrant, a war criminal responsible for disrupting peace and causing immense suffering. They want to tear her apart and ensure she's reviled for eternity."0

Hearing this, a surge of anger boiled within Yun Xiao. He too was a monarch! If such events were to truly transpire, how utterly heartbreaking? The politics of the Immortal Empire were far more intricate than those of the lower realms...0

Those illustrious families, conspiring with demons to drain the lifeblood of the masses, grew portly and complacent. Their influence spread...0