"Tell me, is all of this not utterly farcical?" Jun Moxie’s gaze swept across the faces of the high-ranking members of the Three Great Sacred Lands, his eyes sharp and cold. "Now, your people have framed the Allied Forces, leading to the deaths of five thousand Saints and Holy Emperors within three hours!

I demand an explanation, and I am branded a sinner of the continent? Besides knowing how to sling baseless accusations, can your Three Great Sacred Lands show even a shred of shame?" Everyone he looked at lowered their heads in shame.

Was what Jun Moxie said not reasonable? No, what Jun Moxie said was perhaps too reasonable!

It was precisely their own perceived nobility that had driven the Three Great Sacred Lands to their current state! "If this decisive battle ends in defeat, and human civilization consequently falls, then who is the greatest sinner responsible for all this?" Jun Moxie retorted.

"Who is the true culprit behind the alien races seizing control of the Xuanxuan Continent? Who is the mastermind behind the continent's weakened state?

Is it me? If not me, then who is it?!" "Not you, it is us!" Gu Han's face suddenly turned withered.

He sighed deeply, melancholy washing over him, "We are the sinners of this continent!" His sharp gaze suddenly became vacant. He tilted his head back to look at the sky, then let out a bitter laugh.

"To think that the Sacred Lands, which have tirelessly devoted themselves to safeguarding the continent's peace for over ten thousand years, have become the greatest sinners? How utterly ironic this is!" It wasn't just Gu Han; Mo Wudao and the others were equally thunderstruck, struck dumb by Jun Moxie's earth-shattering declaration, standing there dazedly, all previous spirit drained from their faces.

It turned out that the nameless heroes who believed they were guarding the Xuanxuan Continent possessed another identity—... training soldiers for the alien races!

Making those perverse bastards even sharper, even stronger, and thereby causing the degradation of the Xuanxuan Continent! "Have we been wrong for this entire ten thousand years?" Gu Han sighed silently, unsure if he was asking others or himself, his voice so low it was barely audible even to himself.

Then, he turned and slowly walked away, heading towards a place utterly devoid of any human presence. He walked far into the distance, step by deliberate, heavy step, until he reached a wide-open space a short distance away.

He closed his eyes, sat down cross-legged, and remained utterly still. Mei Xueyan frowned, carefully considering Jun Moxie's words.

Were Jun Moxie’s words correct? Naturally, they were correct—but not absolutely correct—at least not entirely so!

For these past ten millennia, the silent sacrifices and wholehearted dedication of the Three Great Sacred Lands in protecting humanity and the Xuanxuan Continent were achievements no one could erase! Even with flaws, they could not be entirely negated—no one could!

Yet, it was precisely because the Three Great Sacred Lands placed too much value on this achievement, this glory, and the methods they employed to monopolize this singular honor, that the overall weakness of the Xuanxuan Continent became an established fact! Once people become too self-important, they become blind to everything!

In their efforts to permanently maintain their transcendent status, the people of the Three Great Sacred Lands spared no means to suppress other forces, unwilling to let anyone or any power dilute their achievements. In fact, beyond the Three Great Sacred Lands and the Heavenly Punishment Fierce Lands, the Xuanxuan Continent had not lacked history of other formidable powers rising over these ten thousand years, but they were all ruthlessly eliminated because the Three Great Sacred Lands would not tolerate the emergence of more major powers.

The Heavenly Punishment Fierce Lands only managed to survive because, at their core, they were not human, and thus could never usurp the Sacred Lands' honor of protecting humanity, allowing them to narrowly persist until Jun Moxie’s arrival! "Stop overthinking.

It will only cause you distress," Jun Moxie said, looking at her. "As for merits and faults, how can they be so easily judged?

They are never determined by the words of one person. All the merits and demerits of ages are but fleeting clouds." "They are merely justifications humans use to persuade themselves into doing something." Mei Xueyan’s delicate body trembled.

She gazed at him intently, her heart in turmoil. "In the battle just now, I actually overtaxed myself considerably and need some rest.

Just in case..." Jun Moxie said, "You take this sword. If any powerful alien race dares to invade, you only need to throw it out.

I believe it has the capability to handle the vast majority of crises." With a flip of his hand, the Yanhuang Blood, radiating streams of brilliant light, instantly appeared in his grasp. It let out a spontaneous, soft hum and automatically flew into Mei Xueyan's hand.

The sword tip instantly leveled, naturally manifesting a formidable aura of unyielding defense capable of stopping ten thousand men. In that very instant, Mei Xueyan felt an intensely strange sensation.

It was as if the sword was greeting her, and a voice even surfaced within her Sea of Consciousness: “Hi there, beautiful, hello.” Mei Xueyan was absolutely certain that no sound had been uttered, yet that voice, or perhaps that feeling, pierced directly into her Sea of Consciousness, allowing her to deeply feel that this was no auditory hallucination! Mei Xueyan gasped in shock, looking at the sword with uncertainty and disbelief blazing in her eyes.

"No need to stare, beauty, it really is me." The brilliant light on the sword flickered again, as if a mischievous child had just winked. Mei Xueyan clearly perceived this sensation in her mind.

This shock was far from minor; her hand trembled, and the sword nearly slipped from her grasp. She quickly turned to look at Jun Moxie only to realize he had vanished at some unknown point.

The Yanhuang Blood, having devoured so much Heaven and Earth spiritual energy, and subsequently the complete essence blood and Soul Profound Arts of a Holy Sovereign, now completely surpassed Jun Moxie in sheer combat power. Of course, this "surpassing" referred to a Jun Moxie not employing his divine abilities; otherwise, if Young Master Jun unleashed his Five Elements Divine Abilities, he could still easily subdue the Yanhuang Blood.

However, this restraint only applied to Jun Moxie alone. With the Yanhuang Blood’s current strength, experts below the third level of Holy Sovereign were beneath its notice.

Take Gu Han, for instance; even if he exerted his full strength to contend with the Yanhuang Blood, he would struggle to gain any advantage, and a single misstep could even lead to his demise by the sword. With it guarding Mei Xueyan and the others, Jun Moxie felt utterly at ease.

Therefore, he delayed no further, decisively entering the Hongjun Pagoda to tend to his injuries. Healing his injuries as quickly as possible was the priority!

Mei Xueyan had been with Jun Moxie countless times and had seen the Yanhuang Blood repeatedly, making her intimately familiar with the sword. But she had never imagined this sword could be so eerily sentient...

Was this still a sword? It was practically a spirit, a demon sword, a devil sword...

"Oh dear, beauty, although I... this sword, am handsome, dashing, beautifully shaped, adored by everyone, blossoming flowers upon sight, so easy to fall for at first glance, charming cities at first sight, and conquering nations at second glance, surely you don't need to be this agitated..." The Yanhuang Blood had intended to call itself "this great master," but it quickly realized referring to itself as such toward such a peerless beauty was inappropriate.

Furthermore, given this beauty's relationship with its master, any arrogance on its part could lead to severe consequences, so it wisely changed its self-address. "Are you really speaking?!

Yes, I mean, are you connecting with my mind?!" Mei Xueyan stared with her lovely eyes, unable to resist asking again, still uncertain. "Sigh..." The Yanhuang Blood sighed in collapse.

"Sister Beauty, how could you say that? After all, we are old acquaintances...

we've met more than once or twice before. To be so unfamiliar with me...

with this sword, it's truly tiresome, this sword is so heartbroken..." With that, it dramatically collapsed in Mei Xueyan's hand, flipped a somersault, and spun out a cluster of brilliant sword-flowers in mid-air, forming the shape of a giant lotus blossom. The lotus gradually unfolded, exquisitely beautiful and dazzling to the eye.

It was a certain sword expressing its frustration at being ignored through concrete action. Then, the sword tip pointed downward, landing straight into Mei Xueyan's palm with a shing.

The sharp tip of the Yanhuang Blood was pressed directly against Mei Xueyan's slender hand, yet Mei Xueyan felt no pain whatsoever! To any outsider witnessing this scene, it appeared as though Mei Xueyan was holding Jun Moxie’s personal sword and performing a magnificent, stunning display, causing everyone to exclaim in admiration: Such swordsmanship is truly peerless!

One cannot help but submit... "Sister Beauty, believe me now?

Gaa ha ha ha, Jie jie jie jie..." The Yanhuang Blood's consciousness laughed triumphantly, naturally mimicking Jun Moxie's voice. He was the only person the sword was familiar with, and if he intended to imitate anyone else, he seemingly had no one else to choose from.

Mei Xueyan finally settled, finally convinced. Although she accepted it intellectually, emotionally she remained somewhat bewildered, feeling as if she were dreaming.

She couldn't help but sigh in admiration, "You imitate Mo Xie's voice so well. I truly thought Mo Xie was teasing me just now." Of course, her voice was very, very low.

Otherwise, if others heard her, they would think this Heavenly Punishment Sovereign had lost her mind... "Naturally.

If I couldn't imitate that fellow's voice by now, then all those times he tortured me would have been for naught. You have no idea, back then..." The Yanhuang Blood's voice, besides sounding proud, carried a tone of 'memories best left buried' as it trailed off, full of wistful regret...

"En, Mo Xie tortured you?" Mei Xueyan asked, astonished. "Alas, those memories are too painful to recount; bringing them up is nothing but blood and tears..." The Yanhuang Blood’s voice grew heavy enough to bring tears to the eyes.

"Hammer blow after hammer blow, striking me squarely..." Mei Xueyan rolled her eyes. Huh?

This was what it called torture? You are a sword, aren't you?

If you aren't struck by hammer blow after hammer blow, how can you be tempered? How can you take shape?

Still, she offered comfort: "What he did... it was actually for your own good..." "Waaah...

I know, I understand, but it truly hurt, it wasn't fake pain..............." The Yanhuang Blood whimpered mournfully. Mei Xueyan was utterly speechless.

The sword’s emotional transition was clearly swift. One moment it was whining, the next it was suddenly exuberant and eager: "En, Beauty, how about this, I’ll carry you, and we can fly around a bit?

Take a spin!" "Carry me and fly around?! Take a spin?" Mei Xueyan felt a little dizzy.

"How will you carry me? What spin?" No matter how humanized the Yanhuang Blood became, it was ultimately still a sword.

If it really wanted to... mount up...