Xin Jing, Imperial Palace.
"Father Emperor, I too wish to join the expedition against the Celestial Race." Jiang Feng stood before Jiang Ping'an and bowed. "I beg Father Emperor to grant permission."
Jiang Ping'an smiled. "Are you sure? The expedition against the Celestial Race is very dangerous. As the saying goes, a camel starved to death is still bigger than a horse. The Celestial Race may look like they are finished, but their overall strength remains formidable."
"Among the Celestial Race, the proportion of high-level cultivators is extremely high. On average, they are in the Law Manifestation Realm, and they have tens of thousands of Dao Unification Realm Venerables."
Jiang Feng said resolutely, "Your son is not afraid!"
Jiang Ping'an continued, "After reaching the Central Wastelands, the Celestial Race will not be our only enemy. Other powerful factions and races may also attack us. Take the Winged Race, for example. Given the chance, they will absolutely strike the Human Race army."
"Do not be fooled by how fiercely the Winged Race is currently fighting the Celestial Race. Once we enter the Central Wastelands, the Winged Race will turn their spearheads toward us, the Human Race."
"You should know the reason. The Winged Race served as the Celestial Race's claws and committed countless blood debts against our Human Race. They fear that after we destroy the Celestial Race, we will settle scores with them next."
"Then there is the Dragon Race. They were once the rulers of the Great Barrens, but were later defeated by our Human Race. The Dragon Race will not sit by and watch the Human Race grow stronger."
"Besides the Winged Race and the Dragon Race, many other races are unwilling to see the Human Race rise again. Given the chance, they will all attack the Human