What Is a Quasi-Saint?

Song Zhong listened to the Beast Ancestor, his expression still icy as he said, "An alliance with our Human Race? Like the alliance among your five races?"

Hearing this, the Beast Ancestor nodded lightly. "That's right, an alliance like that."

For now, as long as he could recover the Abyssal Blade, what did it matter if he agreed temporarily?

As for a genuine alliance?

How could that be possible!

Their five races were already enough. How could they become six races!

Song Zhong's voice turned cold. "Our Human Race had been living peacefully in our own Great Thousand World, yet you invaded our Great Thousand World.

After that, you targeted me and our Human Race again and again.

What? Now that you've realized you can't destroy our Human Race or kill me, you want an alliance?

Who knew how many of our people had died at your hands? Their vengeance has yet to be avenged. If we allied with you, how could we still have the face to pay tribute to them!"

The more Song Zhong spoke, the heavier his killing intent became, and his voice rose sharply as he roared, "An alliance?

What a joke!

You fight whenever you say fight, and form alliances whenever you say alliance?

Our Human Race will never form an alliance with you!

I'm still waiting to use your blood and your heads to pay tribute to those seniors who died defending our Human Race!"

The veins on the Beast Ancestor's face twitched involuntarily. A mere Immortal Emperor Realm cultivator actually dared reject his goodwill!

But for the sake of the Abyssal Blade, he could only endure!

"You can't put it that way." The Beast Ancestor deliberately sighed. "Many cultivators of our five races likewise died at the hands of your Human Race.

Across the world, quite a few cultivators from every race have died at your hands.

Must they all forge an irreconcilable blood feud with your Human Race?

That is impossible.

You are now in the Immortal Emperor Realm as well. You should know how cruel the path of cultivation is.

We can all let go of the grudges between people. Why can't you?"

"Grudges? We have only hatred, no kindness!" Song Zhong said darkly. "Besides, your cultivators died because you invaded us. They deserved to die!

Even setting everything else aside, I have one major flaw—I repay every grudge.

So cherish these remaining years of yours.

You do not have much time left to live.

And they say your Beast Race is stupid. I think they're absolutely right."

As Song Zhong spoke, his tone suddenly shifted. "It's one thing for you to be stupid, but don't assume everyone else is as stupid as you.

One moment, you wanted to wipe us out. The next, after realizing you couldn't destroy the Human Race, you wanted an alliance?

Do you think I'd believe that?

The only reason you want an alliance is because of this, isn't it?"

As he spoke, Song Zhong took out the dagger he had previously obtained from that Tentacle Clan Immortal Emperor from his Universe Ring. Looking at the Beast Ancestor, he said, "An Immortal Emperor Realm cultivator could use this dagger to summon Demonic Beasts of the Supreme Path Realm, along with so many other Demonic Beasts. To a certain extent, this dagger even breaks the rules of the Universe.

After all, cultivators above the Supreme Realm cannot enter other Great Thousand Worlds.

Yet it can break the rules and directly tear apart the void!

All that talk about forming an alliance with our Human Race, making it sound so pleasant—it was all for this dagger, wasn't it?

Come to think of it, what exactly did you come here for this time? Were you specially delivering treasures to me?

An ordinary Immortal Emperor Realm cultivator could use this dagger to summon Demonic Beasts of the Supreme Path Realm.

Tell me, if I took this dagger and flew into your Great Thousand World, could I directly summon Demonic Beasts of the Forget Dao Realm, perhaps even quasi-Saint Demonic Beasts?"

As the Beast Ancestor listened to Song Zhong openly call the Beast Race stupid, he finally could no longer endure it. He roared, "Song Zhong of the Human Race, you are provoking this quasi-Saint!"

"Oh? So you're a quasi-Saint." Song Zhong looked at the Beast Ancestor beyond the light screen without the slightest trace of fear. So what if he was a quasi-Saint?

He had seen Saints before. He had even seen the Cosmos Ruler, who was stronger still.

"What the hell is a quasi-Saint? I inherited a Saint's legacy. So what if I provoke you? So what if I call you stupid?"

"You..." The Beast Ancestor completely lost his composure. Just as he was about to speak again, the Tentacle Clan Ancestor beside him stopped him. Looking at Song Zhong below, he said, "That's right. We did indeed come for that dagger.

That dagger is indeed precious, but it is of little use in your hands.

As for taking it into our Great Thousand World, at most you can summon Demonic Beasts of the Forget Dao Realm.

They still cannot threaten our Great Thousand World. But you know yourself that if you continue opposing us, the moment you enter our Great Thousand World, you will die.

Nor would you enter our Great Thousand World.

So it is useless to you.

Now, return it to us, and we can cease attacking your Human Race. We can even protect your Human Race.

Within certain ruins, we can even ally with your Human Race.

I know you are a Heavenly Prodigy. Perhaps you do not need allies when entering other ruins, but your Human Race does not consist of you alone.

Will your Human Race never produce another Immortal Emperor in the future?

The other cultivators of your Human Race need to advance as well.

They need allies, not mortal enemies. For the sake of your Human Race, you should agree to us too, shouldn't you? As long as you return the item, we will become allies of your Human Race."

Song Zhong sneered again. "Our Human Race does need allies, but not allies like you. Besides, the world is vast. There are plenty of Great Thousand Worlds stronger than yours. Why would we ally with you? Among the Universe, you are not even a top-tier Great Thousand World.

As for whether this dagger is useful or not, I'll find out after studying it slowly."

Although Song Zhong did not know what else the dagger could do, he was certain of one thing: the more these foreign race Ancestors valued it, the more important the dagger was.

Beyond the light screen, the Spirit Ancestor, who had remained silent all this time, frowned slightly. "Song Zhong, we have already shown our goodwill. Why must you refuse?

If you reject our goodwill, your Human Race—and even you yourself—will find every step difficult in the Universe from now on.

To say nothing else, if you refuse us today, then in the future, neither you nor any cultivator of your Human Race will be able to leave your Human Great Thousand World.

We will dispatch Forget Dao Realm cultivators from our races to guard this place. When that time comes, not a single cultivator will be able to fly out of the Human Great Thousand World.

Your Human Race will be trapped here until it dies."

"Threatening me?" Song Zhong immediately laughed. "Then guard this place. Forget Dao Realm cultivators, right? Remember to tell those King Dao Realm cultivators guarding outside to be careful. Be careful that when I reach the Supreme Path Realm, I don't go and kill them.

Perhaps I won't even need to wait until the Supreme Path Realm."