Jiang Hao stood on the ship, frowning as he looked at the elder before him. Based on the story, Cheng Yun wasn’t some malevolent figure.
Instead, he was a sovereign who had fought tirelessly for humanity. His contributions far surpassed those of the Human Emperor. Cheng Yun had established the Path of Humanity, directly opposing the Heavenly Dao. The innate divine beings of that era were incomparably stronger than the current Heavenly Spirits or Holy Clans. Defeating them was a feat that laid the foundation for the Path of Humanity and earned him the title of Dao Sovereign Cheng Yun.
Even now, with Cheng Yun’s power, suppressing the Dragon Clan, Heavenly Spirits, or Holy Clans would be as effortless as lifting a finger.
Jiang Hao asked, “What happened next?”
The elder’s gaze turned back to the sea as the images shifted again. Jiang Hao watched silently, his curiosity growing. What happened after this? Did Cheng Yun win or lose?
The elder let out a bitter smile. “Did he win? For himself, it was a loss. But for humanity, you could say he won.”
Jiang Hao frowned, dissatisfied with the ambiguous answer. The elder seemed to sense his frustration and continued:
The scene on the water shifted, revealing endless battles—a ceaseless war.