The powerful figures of the human race wore varying expressions at Caiyi's appearance.
Yet even the staunchest advocates of war showed no murderous hatred, because everyone knew that no individual demon mattered. The one who could truly decide everything now was the Demon God.
"Peace talks..." The Emperor of the Yu Dynasty pondered for a moment, then looked toward the Regent's Decree.
The Regent's Decree immediately proclaimed, "Since the Qingqiu Demon King has come from so far away, you must already have a plan. Why not tell us your thoughts first?"
"Very well." Caiyi ascended the hall, stepped into the midst of the crowd, and began to explain her proposal.
"Since ancient times, whenever a ninth-realm sacred being appeared, they became the ruler of their age. Only the Demon God of our race failed to gain the human race's recognition and descend upon the world three thousand years ago."
No one spoke to refute her opening remarks.
That was indeed the truth. Throughout all of history, once a sacred being reached the ninth realm, they became the supreme sovereign of the mortal world. No one could resist them.
Only the Demon God of those years encountered fierce resistance from the human race and was ultimately successfully suppressed.
In truth, the Demon God was not necessarily weaker than the other ninth-realm beings of ancient times. The human cultivators were simply too powerful. From ancient times to the present, the pinnacle of cultivation might never have surpassed what it had been after Saint Li, but the overall strength of the human cultivation world had absolutely risen in a spiral.
That was only natural. Divine abilities, cultivation arts, the use of resources, and the training of rising talents had all continued improving, becoming ever more systematic. How could the present possibly be inferior