Primordial Desolation: The Mortal Storyteller, with an Audience of Saints
Chapter 637

Born Here, Raised Here

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"We cannot just sit here and wait for death! Even if Mister Su does not act, we must still do everything in our power to protect our homeland! We were born here and raised here. Now that our homeland is in danger, how could we stand by and watch?"

"But what can we do? Before the Chaos Demon Gods, our strength is no more than that of ants. We can barely withstand the might of a single palm strike, so how can we speak of stopping them?"

"Even if we are no match for them, we must still fight to the death!"

"Everyone, I am willing to offer up the only Innate Spiritual Treasure I possess as payment and personally go to Qingshan City to ask Mister Su to act!"

"What?! Have you really thought this through? You are only at the early stage of the Quasi-Sage realm and have just one Innate Spiritual Treasure to your name. If you offer it up, your cultivation will surely fall to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, and your foundation may even be damaged!"

"Indeed. The price of this action is enormous. You must think it through carefully before proceeding!"

"Calm down! How can such a treasure be discarded so easily? In the Three Realms, no mighty figure has ever damaged their foundation for this. If you insist on doing this, would you not be ruining your own future?"

"What is wrong with that? Innate Spiritual Treasures were born because of the Primordial World, and I exist because of the Primordial World. Having received its grace, how could I be stingy with my possessions in its hour of danger?"

"My mind is made up. I am willing to offer my only Innate Spiritual Treasure as a gift and beg Mister Su to

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