"What do you plan to do?" Hope Celestial Venerable asked curiously.
"Very simple. Enlighten them with facts and move them with reason." Wang Ye had already made his plans.
Seeing that Hope Celestial Venerable still looked baffled, Wang Ye did not explain much and asked, "Are you familiar with the other cultivators, Xi Ge?"
"Other than Mist Prison Devil Venerable, Huai Devil Venerable You, and Tiger Devouring Demon Venerable, I have some acquaintance with most of them," Hope Celestial Venerable said.
Wang Ye nodded.
Including himself, there were thirteen cultivators in the Source Race Holy Land.
Three humans, two each from the Devil Race and Demon Race, one from the Evil Eye Race, four from powerful races, and one from an ordinary race.
Humans, the Devil Race, and the Demon Race competed fiercely in the High-Dimensional Universe.
The Devil Race in particular was their mortal enemy.
"Please ask around and see if anyone is willing to leave voluntarily," Wang Ye said.
Once one entered the Source Race Holy Land, there was no way to leave voluntarily.
There were only three possibilities.
Either become a Supreme.
Or remain for one hundred million years.
Or lose one's qualifications.
Among them were cultivators who found it difficult to gain recognition yet could not become Supremes.
For example, if he failed his second recognition, he would want to leave rather than remain here.
Still, the chances were slim.
After all, no matter how mediocre the other Celestial Venerables were, they still had a chance of becoming Supremes.
"Alright." Hope Celestial Venerable immediately got to work.
Wang Ye looked at Zhu Shasha, who was as lovely as a blooming flower in the distance, gave her a broad smile, and waved.
"What!" Flapping her red-and-white wings, Zhu Shasha pouted and approached, seeming somewhat aggrieved.
"Help me