His deceased mother had always told him to believe an old saying, "Where humans stand, humans will be protected."
She had believed with simple reverence that great immortals soaring above would protect the mortals.
But Jiang Chen did not.
He had watched his parents die without a single cultivator descending from the sky to save them. He had seen demonic beasts threaten the village while cultivators fought grand wars across the sky.
Praying changed nothing. Relying on immortal cultivators was a fool's dream.
With steady breath, the boy took a firm step forward.
"Where humans stand..."
He pulled the spear back. His mother's gentle words echoed in his mind, but his grip tightened.
"No!"
A fierce determination burned in his young eyes.
Channeling all the strength in his thin hands, he thrust the wooden spear straight.
"Where humans stand, humanity shall not kneel!"
