Chapter 1845: The Mind of a Young Man Chapter 1845: The Mind of a Young Man Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “The saint race produces a peak expert every thousand years.

“Every hundred years, the demon race produces a peak demon.

“Every ten years, there’s a new peak in the innate race.

“And us humans?

Do you know how long it takes for us to produce a new peak figure?” Trevon Neal asked softly, and someone was ready to answer.

The Foreman Chief shook his head and smiled wryly.

“It’s been eight thousand years since our race produced a new peak cultivator.” “To be precise, it’s been 8,362 years!” Trevon remained extremely calm.

“The greatest opponent for our race is not the demon race.

The real threat is the innate race!” “However, the demon race will be the first to face our wrath.

They are like fire and water with us humans.

In the battle with the demon race, if we’re at a disadvantage, the innate race will definitely seize the opportunity.

At that point, our race will face its darkest hour!” “I’m sure everyone here understands how grim that darkest hour can be.” Trevon glanced around.

“Young man, you’re exaggerating.

The human race hasn’t weakened to that extent!” A burly man frowned and retorted.

“The human race isn’t something any faction can just push around.” Immediately, the other top figures showed their confidence and arrogance.

But Trevon responded coldly, “I’ve been studying various ancient texts these past few years.

Thirty thousand years ago, if it hadn’t been for my father and the others fighting against the myriad races, the darkest hour for the human race would have arrived then!” “Nonsense!” The burly man’s anger flared.

“The war between the ten thousand races was incredibly complex.

How can a young man like you understand it just from reading a few books?” “That’s right.

Even we can’t claim to know everything about what happened back then!” someone else refuted.

“What are you so worked up about?” Atreus Burnett sneered.

“If you don’t want to hear it, leave!” Cabel Callison released his aura, filled with killing intent, and his domineering presence shocked everyone present.

The hall fell silent.

Trevon continued, “I don’t know all the secrets of the war of the myriad races.

Father didn’t tell me, and I didn’t want to trouble Mother.

But if I wanted to know, she would definitely tell me.” “The Ruins Lord knows everything about the myriad races.

She naturally knows more than we do.” Speaking of Heather Sage, the guardian of the universe’s origin, an esteemed figure revered by all races—who would dare to underestimate her?

“That bloody battle,” Trevon continued, undeterred by the interruptions.

“In the early stages, the demons tried to kill my father, but how many of their peak powers were actually revealed?

“Later on, there were over 2,600 peak experts involved!

“As the battle evolved, more and more peak figures from the various races joined in, swelling the number to 10,000!

“The saint race entered the fray in the middle stages, and the innate race joined in the later stages.

Both sides had 9,000 peak beings!

“My father and the others fought fiercely against the other races until they were driven to madness.

The demons showed their full strength, with over 6,000 participating in the battle.

It was a terrifying force.

“If this force had declared war on the human race, it would have ushered in the darkest period for us.

“From what I can gather, my father and the others must have sensed the power amassed by the myriad races back then.

No matter how far they fought, retreating wasn’t an option.

If they had, the thousands of peaks would have turned to suppress the human race.

How would you have dealt with that?

“Would they have seized the opportunity to annihilate the entire human race?

“The human race has accumulated vast resources over countless years, including extensive territories, rare treasures, forbidden techniques, and unique cultivation places.

Who wouldn’t covet them?” Trevon clenched his fists, his eyes cold.

As a descendant from a later generation, he could deduce the situation of that time with just a few ancient texts.  These peak experts, having lived for tens of thousands of years, should have seen through it.

The room fell silent.

For the past 30,000 years, some hidden truths that he had unearthed were now exposed by a young man.  The achievements of the five lords were now open for discussion.

Who would want to address the implications of these revelations?

If someone were to challenge the eight chiefs and the entire hall about what they were doing while the five lords fought against the myriad races, how would they respond?

What would be their answer?

Could it be that they were just watching and did nothing to help?  If that were the case, countless people would be deeply disappointed.  The cohesion of the race would plummet to its lowest point.

“Father and the others had an escape route back then,” Trevon said quietly.

“The Cosmos Ancient Palace!” Atreus suddenly interjected.

Trevon nodded.

“Exactly.

Even those who have transcended from the outer realms cannot breach the Cosmos Ancient Palace.

How could the peak figures of this cosmos have forced their way into it?

“At a critical moment, even if my father couldn’t escape unscathed, the five lords would have survived.

“However, they chose not to flee.

Instead, they fought to the death against all the races, severing their wings and dismantling their foundation.

They gave everything for the race and never sought recognition.

“Also, you don’t need to thank my father and the others.

They didn’t do it for personal glory but for the entire race.

They did it for countless human children, hoping to provide them with a safe haven so they could grow up securely.

This is a legacy the ancestors owe to their descendants!

“It’s also a responsibility!” Trevon spoke of the past.  Everyone at the peak was silent, fully aware of the history.

And now, the young man was getting to the crux of his message.

“Thirty thousand years ago, someone took the lead and sacrificed themselves to halt the peak forces of the myriad races,” Trevon said coldly.

“You’ve been pretending to be ignorant for tens of thousands of years.

Are you still going to continue pretending?

“The fate of the race rests in your hands.

The lives of billions of descendants are entrusted to you.

What have you done?

“Chief Neal and the others, do you still want to leave your names in history and enter the Hall of Fame in the future?

“I believe that in the history of the human race, the eight of you will likely be cursed for thousands of years!” Trevon sneered disdainfully.

The strength of the 10,000 races in the universe was gradually recovering, while the upper echelons of the human race remained stagnant.  When the next storm hit, the human race would face a great calamity.  All the top figures in the hall, including the eight chiefs, would be cursed for thousands of years.

Chadwick Neal’s face turned pale, and his breathing became erratic.  It was as if his very essence had been shattered.  After managing the race for 30,000 years, he had hoped to secure a lasting legacy, to stand shoulder to shoulder with his ancestors and enter the Hall of Fame.  But now, the reality was harsh and unforgiving.  A single misstep could lead to being cursed for thousands of years and branded as a disgrace.

“Puff!” Chadwick Neal spat out a mouthful of blood, shocking everyone present.  His aura rapidly diminished.  Taarank Briones, seated nearby, looked on with disdain.

“How could someone like him possibly control the race?

How could he even dare to hold the position of a chief among the eight lineages?” Taarank thought.

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