บท 603: Sacrifice of Morals

Only a week had passed since the sealing of the universe, but of the joyous atmosphere that should have followed the cultivator's success in staving off Horror's invasion, there was no trace. On the contrary, the overwhelming pressure of war had intensified.

On To'han, the leaders of the elemental civilization had regrouped in the Lord's palace. There, they argued with one another over what had transpired the past few days.

"Why so surprised? Our kind can have no permanent peace.. Not with cultivators." Asked an emotionless yet sharp, almost shrill voice. This voice belonged to an ancient elemental of metal, whose appearance was that of a common human, but with skin of copper that slowly dilated and rose into pins and daggers. As he spoke, sparks produced by the clashing of his metal tongue, teeth and palate flared out of his mouth.