Our Goal! The Sun Well!

The Fourth Elder, Yan Shuang, was a plump female elder with a kindly face.

Her voice was gentle, but her tone was unusually firm. "The Progenitor would never harm us. The old one has lived for countless years and sees more clearly than any of us."

"Since he chose to submit, he must have his reasons."

"And... don't forget, the Tree God promised to teach us the Method of Cultivation for the five organs and six viscera Divine Treasuries. That is the path to the Twelve-Petal Lotus Platform."

A complicated flicker passed through Yan Lie's eyes.

He knew Yan Shuang was right.

The Tree God's strength was indeed not something they could contend with.

And the temptation of the Twelve-Petal Lotus Platform was too great.

That was what every cultivator of the Lotus Platform Realm dreamed of.

"But..." Yan Feng still wanted to say something.

Yan Lie raised a hand and cut him off. "Enough. We have only to obey the Progenitor's command."

"Besides, submitting to the Wood Elves may not be a bad thing."

"Think about it. The Wood Elves are called High Elves because their bloodline is the purest. They hold the World Tree, the Sun Well, and the Sunlight Divine Brew."

"If we can integrate with them, will our bloodline also become purer? Will our descendants also become stronger?"

Yan Feng fell silent.

The other elders also fell silent.

Yan Lie stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the volcanic crater beyond.

Magma churned, and hot vapor billowed.

His gaze grew distant.

Outside the window, magma churned in the volcanic crater and hot vapor billowed. That was the root on which the Fire Elves had relied for survival through the generations.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject, his voice