"Thank you, Palace Master, for your guidance." Song Changsheng bowed deeply in heartfelt gratitude.
Yi Tianzheng reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "After today, the Southwest will be entrusted to you. The Demon Race is powerful, and the burden on your shoulders is no light one.
"Before you break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, you must find an opportunity to deal the Demon Race a crushing blow. Otherwise, once you reach the Nascent Soul Realm, you will no longer be able to act against them under the alliance agreement—unless you break through the buffer zone and dismantle the Ancient Alliance.
"However, I would not advise you to do that. Our strength is still insufficient, and taking the initiative to dismantle the alliance would not be a good thing for us.
"The Human Race is very strong, but our enemies are equally formidable.
"This old man believes that, with your wisdom, you can properly handle these matters."
Song Changsheng answered solemnly, "This junior will certainly not betray the Palace Master's trust and expectations. I will guard the Southwest gateway of the Borderlands well."
The Ancient Alliance was a restriction upon the Demon Race, but it was also a restriction upon the Human Race. In truth, the Demon Race had been the first to propose this alliance. At that time, under the Human Emperor's leadership, the Human Race had already shown signs of sweeping across the world.
The myriad races had no choice but to unite against the increasingly powerful Human Race. Thus came the Demon Race, gathering the strength of all races to block the Human Race's advancing armies, before taking the opportunity to propose an agreement for peaceful coexistence.
The myriad races had joined forces, and the Demon Race and Sea Race had not yet