Ye Xiwen suddenly laughed. He suddenly realized that there was no need to waste words on a group of people who were about to die. They were nothing more than withered bones in their graves.
They had lived for thousands, even tens of thousands of years without being able to attain the Dao, because they had lost their edge and their drive to forge ahead.
They cowered at every turn and held themselves back at every step. If people like them attained the Dao, then Heaven truly would have no eyes.
"Cut the crap. And don't put on that stinking old-senior face for me. You're not qualified to control me. You're still far from it!"
Ye Xiwen said calmly, "I came back this time to ask whether anyone wants to leave with me!"
He had already made up his mind not to reveal the information he had obtained. These people had likely long been filled with hostility toward him. When he had been hunted by Dragon Island and the Covering Heavens Sect, Transformation God Abyss had not stepped forward to say a word for him. It was probably connected to these old fellows. Since that was the case, their lives and deaths had nothing to do with him.
The people of Transformation God Abyss fell silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of following Ye Xiwen.
"Ye Xiwen, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to split our Transformation God Abyss party apart? Don't you know that if we do not unite in Artifact Emperor Heaven, we will sooner or later be picked off one by one by others?" the blue-robed old man said furiously.
If Ye Xiwen said this, he would certainly take away a portion of their people, which was naturally disadvantageous to