The Sacred Monarch's Sister, a Two-Man Guerrilla Team Behind Enemy Lines

Relying on the shared tragedy suffered by both sides this time, along with the Lord of the Forbidden Zone standing guard for nine thousand years.

If the Void Spirit Turtle clan had continued to descend once every thousand years as before and bestowed sufficient Holy Blessing Stones, the Underworld would likely have long since become the Eternal Kingdom's domain.

The Mutated Soul Bodies should also have been slaughtered to the point where, like the soul beasts on Douluo Continent, they required human protection.

Unfortunately...

There was no "if."

That race seemed to have vanished completely and had never appeared again.

The Sacred Monarch shook his head, revealing an obvious inclination to refuse for the first time. "Do not bring up the Forbidden Zone again. The Lord of the Forbidden Zone is not someone we can control or command. If we place our hopes on her, the chances of success may be even slimmer than the radical plan."

Seeing that the Swallow Monarch wanted to speak but held back, the Sacred Monarch paused before continuing:

"Rain Swallow, I understand that your intentions are good. The Lord of the Forbidden Zone is indeed powerful, but she is a double-edged sword we cannot control. Once that sword is truly drawn, whether it kills our enemies or harms ourselves will no longer be ours to decide."

"If one day we truly reach the end of the road, it would not be impossible to draw that double-edged sword and gamble for a slim chance at survival. But for now, the success rate is far too low. Even if we truly released her, whether she would act is another matter entirely."

The Swallow Monarch let out a long sigh, rose to her feet, and apologized. "My apologies, Your Majesty. I was fixated on a single idea.