Jiang Fan pondered for a moment, then said:
"Fallen flowers are not heartless, they turn into spring mud to nurture more flowers."
"Does it refer to the 'spring mud' in this poem?"
Xingyuan Venerable turned back, smiling at everyone, and looked around.
His gaze seemed to transcend Hunyuan State, seeing the beings of the other eight states.
"Why has Central Earth not perished for ten thousand years, continuously flourishing?"
"It's because one generation after another sacrifices themselves, transforming into spring mud, nourishing future generations."
"Today, it's my turn."
Jiang Fan's eyes reddened slightly, asking, "Isn't there another way?"
Xingyuan Venerable said calmly, "Perhaps there is."
"But, this is the best opportunity."
"All the Giant Kings of the Heavenly Realm, and the vast majority of Nascent Soul giants, are in Hunyuan State."
"When they die, the giants will never become a threat again."
At this point,
