"Does he accept surrender?" A Harvester hesitated.
The next second, a group of Harvesters stared straight at him.
"Why are you all looking at me?"
This Harvester felt somewhat flustered. He found his companions' gazes exceedingly strange.
"We were only saying it. You actually want to surrender?"
His companions were furious.
This Harvester was dumbfounded. "Only saying it?"
"Are you kidding? What right do we have left to contend with Emperor Qing?"
"In terms of individual strength, after cultivating in seclusion for dozens or even hundreds of eras, we still can't beat him."
"In terms of numbers, we don't have as many people as he does either."
"Heh. A Golden Core storm of hundreds of millions, even billions, or tens of billions sweeping over us—who could withstand that?"
"Everyone, surrender!"
"He has to fight Heaven, and he has to fight the creatures of the forbidden zones."
"He's under enormous pressure too!"
"If we surrender and join him, we can serve as his vanguard."
"He'll definitely be willing!"
The crowd sneered. "It's precisely because he's under such pressure that we oppose him."
The Harvester bent on surrendering sneered. "Heh, something happened in the Endless Sea a few days ago. Countless outsiders got involved, and so did he. He helped those outsiders deal with a major problem."
"Now, that group of outsiders is wearing the same pair of pants as him."
"Now they've joined forces to complete the battle of lineages. Before long, all new-generation martial artists will cultivate only Golden Cores."
"Everyone... you've cultivated Golden Cores too. You know that although Golden Cores are moderate and balanced, they are also the tide of the times."
"Once the battle of lineages ends, an unprecedented Golden Core Ancestor will be born."
"That Golden Core Ancestor's combat strength may not be weaker than Emperor