Submission!

Shuang Yuan's Divine Sense carried a trace of emotion. "And besides, though it's called submitting to the Wood Elf race, how is this not also giving us a chance to truly integrate into the Wood Elves?"

She paused, a hint of anticipation in her Divine Sense. "Don't forget—wasn't our pursuit back then to borrow the Tree God's power and truly ascend to the heavens as immortals?"

At those words, the other Ancestors fell silent.

Complex emotions churned in their hearts.

Becoming immortals...

That was the ultimate goal they had cultivated toward for countless years.

With a single thought from an immortal, the world itself would change.

That was true heavenly might. That was the power they longed for.

The reason they had watched the Divine Wood Forest like tigers eyeing their prey, the reason they had wanted to occupy the World Tree—wasn't it because legend said the World Tree could lead to another world and help them become immortals?

Since they could enter the Divine Wood Forest in such an "unharmed" way, why did they still need to fight and resist?

Before, perhaps they had wanted to take the lead, wanted to become the masters of the Divine Wood Forest.

But now, since they knew they could not win, what was there left to fight over?

If you gambled, you accepted defeat!

It was better than truly angering the Tree God and having their races exterminated outright when the time came.

Moreover, submitting to the Wood Elf race might not necessarily be a bad opportunity.

Wood Elves were existences they themselves called "High Elves."

Since they were High Elves, in truth, they had always envied them deep down.

They were vassals now, but once bloodlines mingled in the end, who would still know who was who?

After thinking through all