Song Zhong looked at the Overseer and continued asking, "So, if I don't kill you, you'll tell me which universe they're in?"
"Of course not. Because I'm worried that the moment I tell you, you'll immediately kill me." The Overseer looked at Song Zhong and said, "So, you need to hand me some kind of leverage. Or..."
The Overseer voiced an idea of his own. "You walk through another reincarnation. You can enter reincarnation again and again, and I can also guarantee that I will no longer make a move against you Human Race cultivators currently in the Land of Reincarnation. This way, you can still preserve them, and I will feel reassured enough."
"Them? You think I care about them?" Song Zhong's expression suddenly turned icy. "Right now, I'm giving you two choices. One, tell me where those Human Race people from before are. Two, I kill you and go find them myself."
The Overseer, however, spoke as if he had nothing to fear. "Kill me, and you will die immediately. Those Human Race members of yours will die as well."
"Is that so? You mean those gods will kill me after you die? I think you may be overestimating yourself. You aren't God Race. They only need a cultivator here to oversee—or rather, to monitor everything here. It's all the same no matter who does the overseeing. You were chosen only because you came here first. If I kill you, they'll simply replace you with me as Overseer. When the time comes, I'll go find those Human Race members of ours myself."
Song Zhong stared at the Overseer with an utterly icy expression, killing intent already surging to the skies within him. He said coldly, "In front of me, you are the weak one. The weak have no