Lin Yi spent a few days of peace in the Taizu Temple, but he was still confused about the blood shackles of the Chinese people.
If this mystery is not solved, no matter how powerful Lin Yi is, he cannot change the fact that the Chinese people have accumulated weaknesses.
On this day, Lin Yi stood in front of the Taizu Temple and instructed the Chinese monks in their practice.
There is always a sense of hesitation in the words of several elders and senior officials of Taizu Temple.
Even Li Changsheng is the same.
Qin Fen was still a straightforward person, and he asked directly: "May I ask why Master Lin refused to become the master of the five regions?"
“Isn’t this fat meat delivered to your mouth?”
Lin Yi smiled and found that although the other elders pretended not to care, they were clearly looking over here.
"Okay, come here too. I know you want to know why."
Many elders knew that Lin Yi knew their thoughts very well. If anyone concealed his thoughts at this time, he would anger the True Lord.
Therefore, they all gathered around and expressed their confusion.
Lin Yi chuckled and said, "The reason for rejecting is because the Chinese are not worthy."
This sentence was straightforward and direct. Coming from Lin Yi's mouth, it was like a dagger piercing everyone's heart.
"The Chinese are not worthy?" Qin Fen was a little emotional. He has always been the protector of the Chinese and would not tolerate anyone saying anything wrong about the Chinese. Even though Lin Yi said this, he was still a little angry.
Lin Yi admired his absolute loyalty to the Chinese people, so he dared to give him the Tianbao Jade Sword.
"What? Isn't that right? Has the Hua people ever produced a powerful Jindan?"
Lin Yi continued to ask questions.
Everyone was suddenly speechless and ashamed.
Lin Yi is not a Chinese, he just lends a helping hand because he is of the same bloodline as the Chinese. In this Tianxing Star Region, the Chinese are just like the elders in Lin Yi's hometown, and they are blood relatives, but when it comes down to it, he is not a Chinese.
He could choose to flee far away, regardless of the life or death of the Chinese people, because his real home was on Earth anyway.
However, the Chinese seemed to have forgotten this long ago. Lin Yi was not Chinese.
"My Hua clan has only one Jindan strongman, not to mention how many human immortals we have. Why should I be the master of the five major regions? By me? I, Lin, may leave this world at any time, and I am not a member of the Hua clan."
"By then, not only will this throne not bring anything to the Chinese, but it will also put the Chinese in danger of being overthrown."
Lin Yi's eyes were as cold as a freezing winter.
Many elders looked ashamed, with beads of sweat on their foreheads.
Qin Fen also bowed his head and admitted that what Lin Yi said was true.
Now the top elders and senior leaders of the Chinese are all mixed-race people, not true pure-blooded Chinese.
There are no truly strong people among the Chinese.
Even if a race without powerful cultivators can temporarily sit on the throne with the help of Lin Yi, the Seven Heavenly Sect families will not take it seriously. They may be able to endure their anger for a while and call themselves subjects in front of Lin Yi, but once Lin Yi leaves or something happens, a disaster will be imminent.
Qin Fen knew what Lin Yi was thinking, and immediately knelt down and said, "Please, Master, save our Chinese people and free our Chinese people from the shackles of our bloodline. I have nothing else to ask for. Master has helped the Chinese people so much, but what can the Chinese people do in return?"
"We don't want to owe you anything anymore. We just hope you can help us. After that, the Chinese will surely be revived and the five regions will naturally be unified."
Lin Yi looked relieved.
He just wanted to remind many Chinese elders that the real strength of the Chinese did not lie in him, but in the Chinese themselves.