"It was I who failed to protect you all, failed to safeguard my own people," these words touched the deepest sorrow in the old predecessor's heart.
The tough man, Shi Kai, shed tears, "How is it your fault? It is the sin of me, the so-called top man of Sichuan Province, tens of thousands of souls from Our Great Xia."
Yang Cang shook his head in grief, "Good child, this is not your fault at all."
The silver-haired elder expressed heart-wrenching pain, "We, as powerful beings, were born due to the destiny of Great Xia, meant to protect the common people, yet we still allowed evil to take advantage, betraying this destiny."
Zhu Qing, Cao Ritian, and over a hundred members of the Martial University team, seeing the older generation in such pain, were deeply moved. Only now did they begin to comprehend something that had seemed distant from them as youngsters: responsibility.
And he... Cao Ritian's gaze focused on the projection, and he had already taken the responsibility of Great Xia upon his own shoulders, hadn't he?
Only at that moment did they realize that what separated them was not only talent, strength, vision, and intellect but also the grand courage to dare to bear the world's burdens.
At this time, in the hearts of these young martial artists, a seed of belief began to sprout.
Luo Tiance bit his lip, holding back tears, feeling a tumultuous emotion stirring inside him; this was his grandson.
This was his good grandson, Luo Tiance's grandson, who had more responsibility than even his grandfather.
Nothing was more comforting than having someone to carry on the legacy.
The projection did not stop.
Luo Yu activated the Imperial Jade Seal, influencing the evil spirits, drawing tens of thousands of them into his body, and anchoring the Secret Realm Heavens and Earth, wielding his sword to battle against the sky-obscuring Black Tiger, impressing all the powerful observers who couldn't help but applaud and feel shock at the perilous moments, where the slightest miss could mean no place to bury one's body; they knew this all too well.
During the fight, Luo Yu managed to split off nine Bronze Great Cauldrons, not to protect himself, but to cover the critically endangered Martial University team members.
This selfless sacrifice for others deeply moved the old predecessors.
There were many talented and powerful people, but how many young geniuses carried the nation in their hearts and dared to put the world before themselves?
The battle was too brutally fierce. When they saw Luo Yu fighting bloodily, with the gifts of a god slaying the limbs and tail of the Black Tiger, it ignited a fire within the old predecessors.
The projection ended, but all the powerful onlookers had seen the outcome: that one strike from the west took away the Tiger Lord's last chance of life as it fled in panic.
The First-Grade Strong Persons from Sichuan Province, who had once been afraid upon seeing the escaping tiger, now felt ashamed; if an eighteen-year-old youth could be so brave, they were utterly inadequate.
The silver-haired elder's expression was unspeakably animated as he exclaimed excitedly:
"Incredible, absolutely incredible."
The others didn't skimp on their praise, beaming with excitement: "Triumphing over death, Elder Luo's grandson has the makings of an unrivaled legendary being."
"Truly worthy of being the Da Xia Godson."
"Godson, in the past, I scoffed at the title of Godson, but now, I am truly convinced; Our Great Xia is going to have a true dragon."
"This indeed is the real pillar of Our Great Xia."
The Martial University team members were dumbfounded.
"Godson? What Godson?"
"Isn't it Xia Luo? How did he become the Godson?"
At this moment, the silver-haired elder said, "Let's go see the Godson first, I don't know how he's faring now."
"Yes, let's go see the Godson; Our Great Xia absolutely cannot lose such a pillar." Immediately, everyone swiftly flew towards Luo Tiance.
Over a hundred Martial University team members were astounded; they had been left behind just like that.
Cao Ritian felt a bit of consolation in his heart, for his Uncle Ying was still there, but then he saw the latter look towards him: "Ritian, a mere chest wound is but a minor injury; you've grown up, and it's time to learn how to heal yourself. Uncle Ying will go over there first."
"No!" Cao Ritian reached out, heartbroken and speechless, only able to watch Uncle Ying leave.
All the injured members had been abandoned, not a single First-Grade Expert remained, all rushing towards Luo Yu.
"I'll go take a look too; without Xia Luo, none of us would survive," Zhu Qing said, forcing himself into the air.
"It's more than just a debt of lifesaving; it's the grace of having a role model and teacher," Pan Ren said, shaking his head as he also flew away.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The Martial University team members who could fly, flew; those who could run, ran—all heading towards Luo Yu.