A Chance for the Wu Clan?

Dijiang's voice echoed through the Great Hall, carrying the Wu Clan's characteristic boldness and directness.

He showed no fear whatsoever. He simply stood there calmly, waiting for the man on the throne to respond.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Niu Ben slowly turned around.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, nor was there any suffocating pressure. He simply turned around, revealing an utterly ordinary, even somewhat languid face.

Yet that very face made Dijiang, the Ancestor Witch of Space, feel his heart suddenly tighten.

Within those seemingly casual eyes, he saw a void deeper than Chaos and vaster than the starry sky.

The Space Law he had always been so proud of seemed like mud toys children played with before those eyes—fragile to the point of absurdity.

Was this... the foremost of the All Heavens Saints?

Was this the terrifying being who had forcibly driven back Demon Ancestor Luohu's avatar in the Purple Cloud Palace?

A storm surged through Dijiang's heart, yet he remained composed on the surface.

"What brings you to my Underworld?"

Niu Ben spoke. His voice was not loud, and it was lazy, as though he had just awakened. No emotion could be heard in it.

Yet those bland words carried an unquestionable authority.

Dijiang took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart. He knew that today, he represented not only himself, but the future of the entire Wu Clan.

He straightened his back and said, word by word, "Dijiang has come to seek cooperation with the Saint."

"Oh?" Niu Ben raised a brow, seeming to become a little interested. He shifted into a more comfortable position, crossed one leg over the other, and studied Dijiang with amusement.

"Cooperation? Tell me, what kind of cooperation?"

His tone was as though he were