Blood Profits, an Era's Submission

Those decisive words truly shocked all the blacksmiths present.

This legendary Founding Progenitor Emperor had actually been the first to become a mole? Betraying his closest friends and relatives?

That was far too decisive, far too ruthless.

They had even wanted to shout the line that fit the scene perfectly:

"We ministers were just preparing to fight to the death. Why did Your Majesty surrender first?"

But on closer thought, the other side also knew the tide had turned before agreeing to surrender.

More likely, he simply could not stand those people embroiled in internal strife and chaos any longer.

Besides, their own combat strength was formidable. His clones had defeated 99% of the Spiritual Roots under heaven, and how could we False Humans be unable to defeat 99% of the Ashes under heaven?

The Manor Lord used Shadow Crocodiles to ambush the tombs.

We used False Humans to ambush the tombs.

Caught off guard, False Humans were one of the strongest natural disasters in history. How could they possibly resist after the False Humans infiltrated the strange-creature hordes in their tombs?

Of the more than thirty Transcendences before them, taking down the eleven scattered on the outskirts while they were off guard was an undeniably impressive achievement.

"Since you're willing to join us, we'll certainly put you to use."

Jiu Cai Rong immediately put on a gentle expression and smiled. "You're the First Progenitor Emperor, who founded a magnificent dynasty that lasted five million years. You can be called one of the most brilliant and ambitious tyrant overlords in history. With your aid, we'll be like a tiger that has grown wings."

"You flatter me."

Emperor Fuxian shook his head. "In terms of status, I'm merely the Progenitor Emperor of a dynasty, whereas every one of you is the