patreon.com/StarMoon10 for Advance Chapter “This seat wishes to know everything that has happened during these twenty years.” Upon hearing this, Soul Xing said no more and immediately led Soul Emperor to the current gathering place of the Soul Clan.
While flying, the group immediately began to report all the current conditions of the Soul Clan to Soul Emperor.
One hour later.
“So, our clan now has only a mere 6,000 people?” “Yes, Your Highness.
We couldn’t find you after the battle, and all the cultivators above Dou Zong in our Soul Clan…
they all…” “This seat knows.
There is no need to say more.” Soul Xing had been cautious and tried his best to avoid mentioning this part, but he still couldn’t hold it back.
After three sentences, the group of six fell into a long silence.
“We…” “Do you all not hate me?” Soul Xing was about to speak when he was interrupted by Soul Emperor’s soul-piercing question.
After another awkward silence, Soul Xing organized his thoughts and slowly spoke: “The us of today no longer have the qualification or the energy to hate you.
We are survivors exiled in this Soul Realm prison.
To be honest, at first, we all hated…
hated very much…
hated your cruel methods…
hated that you put the entire Soul Clan to death.
We cursed you even in our dreams.
But, but, we were exiled here.
After the battle, there were only 3,000 of us, and everything we had was plundered by the Gu Clan.
At that time, there were fewer than 10 of us who could reach the Dou Huang level—which means only we could sustain ourselves without food.
The Soul Clan has lasted for thousands of years; we had long since gotten used to being high-and-mighty cultivators.
After the battle, we lost everything…
we had nothing!
No food…
no cloth…
not even clean water!
In the first three years of our exile, people were eating their own children…
there were corpses everywhere…
we…
we…” As Soul Xing reached the painful part, he could no longer hold back and tears flowed freely.
Soul Emperor looked calmly at the tall young man who was sobbing uncontrollably and patted his shoulder.
After a long while, having stabilized his emotions, Soul Xing continued: “In the beginning, it was very difficult.
None of the cultivators knew the mortal skills of farming or weaving.
In the first year, we…
453 people died.
In the second year…
368.
In the third year…
221.
Most of them died of hunger.
But, but!” Soul Xing’s voice suddenly began to rise: “Starting from the fourth year, we had our first harvest of grain.
The crops we cultivated using natural energy began to be harvested.
Although it wasn’t enough to fill everyone’s stomach, that year, only 32 people died!” “In the following years, no one else died!
All the Soul Clan survivors began to unite and save themselves!
We Dou Huangs, Dou Wangs, and Dou Lings cast aside our so-called identity as cultivators to guide the Soul commoners to begin practicing Dou Qi!
We gave up the shortcut of devouring soul energy for cultivation; we severed our own soul chains.
We were like rogue cultivators—no guidance, no masters, no inheritance.
Like ordinary mortals, we farmed the land, raised pigs, and harvested crops.
Back then, we only had one phrase in our hearts—” “Live on!
Live on like dogs!!!” Soul Xing shouted this phrase with a distorted, almost ferocious face as if venting.
The five elders beside him had never seen such a terrifying side of Soul Xing and lowered their heads in silence.
Realizing he had overstepped, Soul Xing took several deep breaths, steadied his tone, and continued: “You ask if we hate you.
Now I answer you: how could we not?
But now, we have no qualification to hate, and even less time to hate.
Since the Soul Realm was sealed, the weather in this small space has been erratic, the sky blood-red, with very little sunlight.
I am merely a small 5-star Dou Zong, an ant.
It’s impossible for me to change the heavens and earth.
Even now, we haven’t completely escaped hunger.
More than 70% of our clansmen haven’t even reached the level of Dou Shi.
We are like ants kept in a box outside the Dou Qi continent.
Without you breaking the seal today, we would never be able to leave by ourselves in a thousand or ten thousand years.
You want us, this swarm of ants, to hate and curse a Dou Emperor??” Soul Xing’s voice gradually lowered after his venting.
He gave a bitter smile and said: “Your return has shown us hope and a future.
You are not only a Dou Emperor but also the King of the entire Soul Clan.
Now that the Soul Clan has fallen to this point, our people no longer have the ridiculous idea of ruling the world through cultivation.
I only hope the clansmen can live well.
Before I die and my soul fades, it would be enough if I could let the clansmen live like the mortals in the outside world.” “I am the patriarch of the Soul Clan.
The Soul Clan…
the Soul Clan cannot perish in my hands!” Having spoken these last powerful words, Soul Xing suddenly extended his clenched right hand, exerting his full cultivation.
On the back of his rough hand, a faint silver pattern appeared—the clan tattoo of the Soul Clan.