The True Colors of the Earthlings!

The word 'kindred' was like a giant rock that was tossed into the pond of Li Yao's soul, raising intense ripples that did not die down for a long time.

"What are we exactly?"

Li Yao mumbled in the softest voice.

"The wrong question is that we are earthlings. It is very clear. You knew it from the beginning, but you ignored it on purpose and did not want to face the meaning behind the words 'earthling'.

The mental devil replied, "The correct question is—what are Earthlings exactly?"

"Then—"

Li Yao was silent for a long time. The ripples deep inside his soul did not die down. Instead, they grew more and more intense and chaotic. "I am an Earthling. What are Earthlings?"

"Maybe, the earthlings were not human beings at all, at least not the 'people' defined by the intelligent creatures in the Pangu Universe who called themselves 'human beings' in the forty thousand years of the Cultivation world.