The spirit within the coffin closed its eyes and sighed lightly, its face full of conflict.
Xuanyuan Huangdi's eyes were slightly red as he gently exhaled and said in a low voice, "Stand up, the backbone of the Human Race cannot bend... I'll go and slay Kunpeng!"
"Teacher!" Li Ping'an said firmly, "I beg you to leave!"
A trace of struggle appeared in the spirit's eyes: "What does the myriad of beings have to do with you?"
"I am the Heavenly Emperor, I must consider all beings."
"You yourself said, you are just a puppet arranged by Hongjun."
"But I..."
Li Ping'an looked up at the spirit in the coffin and said with a bitter smile:
"I also wish my moral boundary could emulate Hongjun's, but teacher, if I fail the living beings, how can you trust that I can truly create a world without spirits in the future?"
"Teacher, today I urge you to leave for the sake of laying the groundwork for our mutual trust in the future.
