Chapter 612: Chapter 267: The Truth, A Monstrous Lie (Part 2)
During that great cleansing, countless formidable figures stationed in the rear of the Myriad Sects were massacred. Although the cultivators of the Myriad Sects reacted swiftly at the time and were on alert, without their ’main combat power,’ the Myriad Sects were utterly defenseless.
Thirty billion returning cultivators, along with the descendants of the Myriad Sects in the rear, were all driven into the Demon Realm by the second-tier sects, left to fend for themselves.
However, according to ancient records, it seems that there were two voices within the second-tier sects at the time. A group of powerful individuals tried hard to protect the descendants of the Myriad Sects, leading to internal strife, which gave the cultivators of the Myriad Sects a chance to survive.
It was precisely because of that great upheaval that more than half of the cultivators in the second-tier sects chose to leave the Hundred Broken Mountain Range entirely. Those who remained were either in favor of expelling the Myriad Sects or belonged to the few neutral sects.
Yet even so, the bloody transformation of ten thousand years ago cast the descendants of the Myriad Sects into an abyss, altering the fate of Yunmo Xi and others forever, planting seeds of endless despair for them.
Upon hearing this, the sisters Mu Xin and Mu Yan were already standing in place, eyes full of disbelief.
At this moment, the two sisters understood without needing to think that the "Ten Great Sacred Sects" the demoness mentioned from ten thousand years ago likely corresponded to today’s Ten Great Demon Sects, and those who took over their Spirit Vein Mountain Gates were now the Ten Great Divine Sects.
"Now, after ten thousand years have passed, they have transformed into the rulers of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, becoming the Righteous Orthodox Sects of the region, while we have become the demonic cultivators everyone wants to eradicate."
"On the Martial Soul Continent and within the cultivation world, the struggle for resources has always been a rule of survival. Back then, our ancestors took them in. After gaining strength, they shamelessly repaid us by leaving not even a path of survival for our ancestors."
As Yunmo Xi spoke, her gaze slowly swept around, her beautiful eyes brimming with despair and grief, and filled with unending melancholy: "This place is not fit for the Human Race to live in. No one knows how we have survived these ten thousand years. For millions of years, we have barely held on with our own strength."
"But now, the Demon Realm is no longer the Demon Realm of old. It is about to destroy all life within it, and if we don’t leave, we will face extinction."
Thus, the Hundred Demonic Sects had no choice but to initiate a holy war between the righteous and the demonic, migrating their entire people outside, determined to secure a position among today’s Righteous Orthodox Sects at any cost, because that place represents hope for their future.
At this moment, whether it was Mu Xin, Mu Yan, or Ye Xiaofan, they finally reacted.
In reality, there is no such thing as the Righteous and Demonic Dao in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range. The true demonic cultivators have not fully invaded the territory of the human race. What exists here are simply the Myriad Sects of the righteous path from ten thousand years ago, and today’s Righteous Orthodox Sects.
Throughout endless ages, the real battle hasn’t been between righteousness and demonness, but rather—over resources!
After the Myriad Sects cultivators were driven into the Demon Realm ten thousand years ago, they gradually became tainted by demonic miasma, and the spiritual power they cultivated carried endless demonic qi. Over the course of nearly ten thousand years of changes, the cultivators of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range naturally came to regard them as people of the demonic path.
After all, Yunmo Xi and others undeniably had demonic qi within them. Constantly resisting the demonic miasma, it’s hard not to become assimilated, and over time, these cultivators with demonic qi were classified as demonic cultivators by the later generations of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range.
In response, the current Righteous Orthodox Sects did not step forward to explain, and as time passed, even the descendants of the Myriad Sects in the Demon Realm came to regard themselves as demonic cultivators.
But are they truly descendants of the Demon Race? The answer is obvious; they are not.
"The weapons you see now were brought over by our ancestors. They are the best proof. Ten thousand years ago, they were the most terrifying batch of great Confucian cultivators in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, with an aura of vast righteousness, yet now they have become synonymous with ancestors of the demonic path."
"If these ancestors could know in their graves, how could they rest in peace?"
After Yunmo Xi finished speaking, she looked sorrowfully at the countless ancient divine weapons. Beneath each weapon that still radiated vast righteousness lay a great Confucian of ten thousand years ago.
It seemed as if the emotions of Yunmo Xi were sensed, suddenly.
Boom—!!!
An immensely sorrowful grievance erupted from the ground, enveloping this world, and the countless ancient divine weapons began to tremble madly.
Ye Xiaofan and the other two watched this scene in a daze, feeling as though struck by thunder, their eyes filled with agitation.
Stories could be fabricated, and Yunmo Xi might lie, yet the grievances of the heroic spirits and the vast righteousness soaring into the sky were undeniable.
At this moment, Yunmo Xi’s words persistently impacted the hearts of the three. In their living environment, they had always been the victims, suffering endless harm from the demonic cultivators for ages, irreconcilably at odds, resulting in shocking crimes over the years.
But now they were told that the real victims were the demonic cultivators, who perhaps should no longer bear the label of the demonic path.
After listening to Yunmo Xi, Ye Xiaofan and the others remained silent for a long time, plunging the surroundings into a terrifying quiet.
Only after some time did Mu Yan let out a self-deprecating laugh, murmuring, "For countless ages, it turns out we have all been fighting for the sake of resources."
