"We surrender! We admit defeat!"
After suffering heavy casualties, the cultivators of this realm also lowered their heads.
Song Lin repeatedly emphasized not killing indiscriminately. Before this, he refrained from senseless slaughter during conflicts. Under such an impression, the resistance from the crowd was not particularly strong.
After the successive surrender of small sects, the top-tier experts of both clans also accepted their fate.
"If you can't beat them, join them. At least we get to keep our lives."
"Very well. You may all rise."
With the crowd parting for him, Song Lin walked toward the closed grand gate.
The White Jade Gate towered thousands of feet high, engraved with mysterious patterns, flowers and grasses, birds and insects, auspicious clouds, and mythical beasts.
It also bore the history of the Human Clan's development. Among the depictions, a figure holding a longbow, aiming at the sun in a shooting posture, commanded the central position of the mural.
