Now amidst this massacre, he remains the calmest, his eyes deep, falling onto Hu Ma's face, and he sternly murmurs: "Do you want to look back at the human world, to see if it is as you imagined?"
"Noble and common, high and low, have existed since ancient times. You claim not to acknowledge this fate, but first see if the people of the world agree!"
"..."
"To sever the fate of the human world, indeed, is extremely difficult..."
At the same time on Da'ai Mountain, the State Preceptor watches the human world's fortune; his constant worry becomes apparent before his eyes.
This massacre in the human world indeed erupts fiercely, swiftly, devastatingly, undefeatable wherever it goes, but it soon also arouses the frenzied backlash from the clans around the world.
Yang Gong gathers the world's surplus, killing and seizing grain, like a deluge, submerging the world. But those clans with truly deep foundations then become the pillars and dams within this flood.
