Pankaj Yadav
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PHS Chapter 265
🕑 Added 2025-11-06 07:53:20 +0000 UTCChapter 265: A Gift for the Human Race Behind You
Purple Profound Realm. Human Race Ancestral Land.
Palaces lay scattered across undulating land, interspersed with crumbling walls and ruins. In some places, weeds had already begun to grow—a desolate sight.
This complex of halls covered a wide area. From the solid foundations, one could see the former grandeur of this palace.
"The Immortal Clan of this realm... is far too wretched," a man in white robes said from within the great hall.
His sleeves were embroidered with dragon patterns, and he sat quietly, his gaze distant. He held a folding fan in one hand and tapped lightly on the armrest with the other, frowning.
His white robes were cleaner than snow, unstained by even a speck of dust. A fog seemed to shroud his handsome features. His expression was placid, but his words carried a trace of disappointment.
"Sacred Son, this is the Human Race, not the Immortal Clan," a Great Saint-level figure standing behind the white-robed man said, shaking his head slightly.
He scanned the entire Human Race Ancestral Land in the Purple Profound Realm and sighed softly. This group had inextricably linked ties to the Immortal Clan of the Earth Immortal Realm. One could say they shared the same origin.
The only difference was that in the Earth Immortal Realm, the Immortal Clan ruled over all ages—no other race could contend with them. But the Human Race of the Purple Profound Realm... was weak to the extreme.
Looking at the entire race, their strongest member was a peak Saint, not even a Saint King. And this was their only Saint. Furthermore, he was already at death's door, his life like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Below him, one couldn't even find a few Sacred Lord-level figures. It was as if the Human Race's legacy had been severed. An entire race, adding up to only a few tens of thousands of people.
Such a weak race—it was hard to believe this was a race that shared the same origin as their Immortal Clan. A slightly larger power could easily and completely annihilate the entire Human Race.
"However..." the figure behind the white-robed man pondered for a moment, then said softly, "the Human Race in the Purple Profound Realm was also strong and prosperous in ancient times."
"For example, that Xuanmo True Immortal who ascended to the Earth Immortal Realm came from this Human Race."
"It is only a pity that the later Human Race developed an ambition that did not match its strength, desiring to rule the entire Purple Profound Realm, which led to the Myriad Races joining forces to resist them. Ultimately, they fell to such a state."
"In the end... they brought it upon themselves." The speaker's voice was cold, utterly devoid of sympathy.
He considered himself a member of the Immortal Clan, a race that merely shared the same appearance as the Human Race. In essence, they were not the same group.
After all, no one was willing to be associated with such a weak race. Even if their ancestors had been glorious, that was their ancestors' achievement, having nothing to do with their descendants.
"Sacred Son, we descended to this realm for the inheritance of the Fang Clan. We need a powerful faction to better gather information."
"Right now, these people..." the speaker glanced at the group of humans outside the hall, their clothes tattered, faces filled with hope, and said flatly, "they are of no value!"
Since they were gathering information, naturally, the stronger the faction, the faster the collection. The Human Race currently had only one Saint and couldn't even produce a few Sacred Lords. Expecting them to gather information—forget the entire Purple Profound Realm, it was debatable if they could even gather news from a single Starfield.
If they were to base themselves here, they would be as good as deaf and blind. By the time they gathered any news of Fang Han, the True Immortal inheritance would have long since found an owner!
His callous words were spoken without any concealment. Nor did he need to conceal them. He himself was a Quasi-Emperor expert, lofty and supreme, looking down on billions of living beings. For a race so weak that it only had a single Saint, he did not need to care about their thoughts.
Outside the great hall...
An old Saint, one sleeve empty and fluttering, leaned on a cane with his remaining arm. His aged eyes fell upon the white-robed man at the front.
His mouth opened, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.
This group of people had descended from the sky a few days ago, arriving among the Human Race. Unlike the other races that had always oppressed the Human Race, these people were, in fact, human.
Originally, the entire Human Race had believed that people from the Tianyuan Realm's Human Race had arrived to take them to the Tianyuan Realm. After all, news of the war between the Purple Profound Realm and the Tianyuan Realm had spread throughout both worlds.
Though the Human Race was weak, they knew that the Human Race in the Tianyuan Realm was very strong, occupying half of a vast world. If beings from the Tianyuan Realm took them there, it would undoubtedly be a joyous event.
But alas. The ones who came were not from the Tianyuan Realm, but Immortals from the Earth Immortal Realm.
Although these self-proclaimed members of the Immortal Clan did not oppress them, their cold attitude still chilled their hearts. These beings did not see them as fellow clansmen. Their coming here was, at best, out of curiosity. Once the curiosity passed, they would naturally leave.
In the end, they held no sympathy for the Human Race, nor did they ever consider them kin.
"Leave them a cultivation method and some medicinal pills," the white-robed man said softly.
The middle-aged man behind him, his expression changing, quickly said, "Sacred Son, this is against the rules! The cultivation methods of my Yuxu Palace must never be spread to outsiders !"
"If the Ancestor finds out and investigates..."
"I will bear the responsibility!" The white-robed man swept his gaze over the humans outside, his eyes deep and tranquil.
In his view, the current Human Race was very weak. Giving them a cultivation method wouldn't change their fate. They only numbered a few tens of thousands. Compared to the massive races numbering in the tens of billions, they were like a grain of sand in the ocean.
Unless they could travel to another world, this race would never be able to rise.
Moreover, although he was not a being of the Purple Profound Realm, he could see that the control over the Human Race here was very strict. The surrounding races that oppressed them did so with purpose. They were deliberately preventing the Human Race from rising.
After all, with only tens of thousands of people and a single Saint, how much profit could be squeezed from them? They were suppressed because the shadow the Human Race had cast upon the Purple Profound Realm back then was too great. Even after countless years, they still could not forget that past battle.
The reason they didn't annihilate the Human Race was purely because they were being treated as a rare species. If they were exterminated, this race would completely vanish from the Purple Profound Realm. In the future, when telling their descendants that a Human Race in the Purple Profound Realm was once incomparably strong, the descendants wouldn't even be able to imagine what a human looked like.
"Yes!" the middle-aged man resignedly flipped his palm. A cultivation method and two bottles of medicinal pills appeared.
He waved his hand. The cultivation method and medicinal pills flew out, landing in the hands of the leading old Saint.
"This... this is too precious... this old one cannot..." The old Saint's hand trembled. He looked at the cultivation method before him, a flash of desire in his eyes, but after a long moment of hesitation, he still pushed it away and spoke in a deep voice.
This was a Great Saint-level cultivation method. Although it couldn't allow the Human Race to rise, as long as one Great Saint appeared, the Human Race could gain a firm foothold. Its significance was even greater than gifting the Human Race an Imperial Weapon!
"I am not giving it to you. I am giving it to the Human Race behind you," the white-robed man said softly.
The old Saint's body stiffened. He looked at the clansmen behind him, performed a trembling bow, and said with tears of gratitude, "This old one, on behalf of the fifty-eight thousand, six hundred and seventeen members of the Human Race, thanks our benefactor !"
"Mm." The white-robed man nodded, accepting the bow.
"Benefactor has come from the Earth Immortal Realm and is surely unfamiliar with the Purple Profound Realm. This old one has a piece of news I am willing to share with the benefactor!" the old Saint said in a deep voice.
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