"What wrong path?! How naive! How foolish! As long as you hold the power yourself, any path is the right one!!"
...
One voice after another rang out from the thirteen Earth Immortals, their gazes far from divine, more akin to those of Evil Ghosts.
Greed, agitation, hysteria, raw-throated desperation...
Over tens of thousands of years of erosion, their wills had long since undergone an unknown mutation.
"So, this was your plan all along?"
Yi Beidou's expression grew colder and more severe.
'These men have already devolved into demons and Evil Ghosts. Sitting on high, they treat Earth as their private property, viewing civilization as their personal farm and proving ground. Everything is theirs for the taking, all for their own personal gain.'
'Even though they know their path is wrong, even though they've become the very obstacle itself—the root of Earth's sentient rejection.'
