Wu Ji spoke eloquently.

What he said corresponded with the manifestations in the River of Time, so it was highly credible.

Listening to his words and watching the scenes emerging in the River of Time, many of the people who were gathered here gradually came to believe him.

Fan Tianze, however, remained doubtful. 

“If it’s because our flesh power can’t help him that the Blood Father of the Spirit World didn’t attack us, what about the Ancientspirits?” he asked. “Why didn’t he attack the Ancientspirits?”

“The Ancientspirits are what he really cares about, not us,” Wu Ji said.

Many were taken aback.

“What?”

“Why is that?”

“Aren’t the Ancientspirits and our human race all made by him?”

Without sorting out their thoughts and figuring out the truth, they didn’t know which side they should take.

Wu Ji fell silent for a moment.

Then, he gave Zhao Shanling, who was standing...