Zhao Si didn't want to see a scene where both sides suffered losses.
"Xiao Si, do you know how many people died in the nearly 100 years they fought?"
Li Yi asked, Zhao Si shook his head and said he didn't know. He had rarely contacted the outside world in the past thousand years, and the only time he had contacted Lu Haochu was when he reminisced about the past. As for the war and the number of deaths, it was unknown. It was only known that many sects were destroyed because of it.
Li Yi didn't know either, but he counted with his fingers and understood the world to know how many people had died during that period.
"There are thirty-six Saint Kings, six from the Immortal Palace, and thirty from outside the domain. There are three hundred Divine Transformations, thirty percent from the Immortal Palace, seventy percent from outside the domain, and the remaining number of cultivators is one hundred thousand, of which the Buddhist monks kill the most."
Zhao Si was shocked and said, "This is too much."
He knew that many people had died, but he didn't expect so many. There were thirty-six Holy Kings alone.
These are beings that can live for at least tens of thousands of years, and any one of them is enough to destroy a planet.
"Life is as worthless as grass. Even too many Saint Kings will become worthless as grass." Li Yi calmly and directly expressed the cruelty of war.
"This is not a one-on-one fight, but a fight between thousands of powerful monks. You can never guarantee that you will not be attacked by dozens of Saint Kings at the same time in the next second. The war between monks is like a group of people walking in a minefield. You don't know whether you will step on a mine in the next second."
"Fighting is the privilege of the strong, but most people are not strong enough. It has nothing to do with realm."
Compared to the iron and fire of modern firearms, the wars between monks are more bloody and terrifying. At least firearms have known calibers, but monks have too many unknown means.
Everyone is blind in some aspect, be it formation, Buddhism, Taoism, magic, or magic weapon.
The real great terror lies in the unknown.
It is only natural that there are many deaths, because there are too many strong people at the same level, and even a Saint King will lose his aura.
Just like Wuxiang, when there was only one Wuxiang in the world, he could be extraordinary and above the mundane world. But once there were nine Wuxiang in the world at the same time, the extraordinary Wuxiang had to show off all kinds of schemes.
Zhao Si was silent for a long time. Under the protection of his eldest brother, he had never really participated in the fighting between monks.
Li Yi asked: "Xiao Si, do you know why I didn't stop them? It's obvious that I can make everyone live in peace with just one word."
"Because you don't want to care?"
Zhao Si guessed, but the answer he got was a shake of head and a smile, which was obviously incorrect.
"Some things cannot be expressed in a few words. You place your hopes on my reputation, but I never believe in reputation, and I don't believe in peace that can be established through words alone."
"If the conflict of interests is not resolved, the Asgard will always think that they can suppress everything, and it is me who forbids them to do so. The outside world thinks that they can fight back, at least enough to compete with the Asgard."
Zhao Si said: "Now that the outside world has admitted defeat, we can't let them do whatever they want, right?"
"The Immortal Palace still refuses to acknowledge them. They don't know the pain yet."
Li Yi drank half a pot of tea, and the bitterness was replaced by sweetness. The sweetness and fragrance lingered for a long time, but he never forgot the bitterness at the beginning.
He said: "I don't like bitter tea, but I got used to it after drinking it for a while. I don't like killing people, but I got used to it slowly."
"Xiao Si, if I take action, many people will die, more than what is happening now. I will either keep silent or make the final decision, whether it is the Immortal Palace or the cultivators from outside the domain."
Zhao Si is inclined to the Immortal Palace, and Li Yi is no exception, but he has more experience. He knows that partiality cannot ignore objective facts, and the Immortal Palace is not perfect. They also have selfish desires, and the celestial beings are also human.
Excluding the saying that prosperity is like a knife, no one likes to suddenly cut a big piece of cake for outsiders, even if they cannot use that much themselves.
In the past, the rich had a lot of money, but they never shared it with the poor.
Struggle of interests.
Li Yi can suppress it, but he has to sit in a high position, day after day, year after year, so that everyone can see it in order to suppress his ambition.
Otherwise, it will only bring temporary peace, and conflicts and ambitions will break out again one day.
Zhao Si asked again: "Brother Yi, what are you going to do next?"
"Wait, you'll know the pain only when you're beaten."
Just like outside the domain, he didn’t feel any pain at first, but now he’s been beaten and is crying and comes to me to complain. How can such a good thing happen in the world?
There were voices of prayer coming from outside again.
"Please, Immortal, give us justice."
Qiong Yu was floating outside the gate, only ten steps away from the Saint King. Seeing that no sound came from the courtyard, she said, "Daoyou, go back and recuperate. The Immortal is not convenient today."
These words gave the Holy King, who had managed to escape here with great difficulty, a way to survive. Although he was unwilling, he did not dare to stay any longer. He bowed slightly, then stood up and left.
The celestial being who had been chasing here from afar had long disappeared.
Qiong Yu couldn't help but sigh.
Has even the Saint King fallen to this level in this era? Once upon a time, a Saint King appeared only once every tens of thousands of years, and was invincible as soon as he was born.
In his previous life, he lived in the era of the Lord of the Youyou. To him, he was like a god in the sky. He had never seen him, but had always heard of his reputation.
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The next day, a woman transformed from a phoenix flew in from afar. She had luxurious makeup and was dressed in a black robe. She was blessed with the luck of the underworld and was the emperor.
This person is the current Lord of Tongyou in Fengdu, the former number one Yan Luolan.
Lan bowed and said, "Daoist Fellow Qiongyu, I would like to see the Immortal."
The person from Fengdu did not need to report, he walked straight into the house and handed a booklet to Li Yi.
Lan said respectfully: "Except for the one who died in the battle, all the Saint Kings who have become gods can be reincarnated. Among the rest of the cultivators, only 30% meet the requirements for reincarnation."
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