Who Are You Cursing At? [Extra Chapter for Ye Mushan: Being a Poet Would Be Nice-Two Alliance Leaders Add More!]

"Lineages truly aren't that simple. But establishing one is even harder."

Feng Du smiled bitterly. "The Nine Great Families of the Sole True Sect have intermarried for more than ten thousand years, exchanging trade-route interests, forming all kinds of partnerships and rivalries... Their descendants have married into thousands upon thousands of lineages, creating a tangled web of interests. Every road has long been fixed... It truly is difficult!"

"The worldly roads through the mortal realm are all channels of profit. Those roads are what keep people alive."

"Old fellows like Yan Nan and me can suppress everything and force a family's power into existence. But how a huge family is supposed to survive is another question. If it can't survive, how can it grow? Are we supposed to have invincible ancestors open up every one of those roads? Impossible!"

"And a whole family can't survive solely on the resources in an ancestor's hands... Competition is what produces talent. But when the entire world is practically united in opposition..."

Feng Du laughed. "Still, the fact that you've thought this far is already excellent. It shows that you've never been blindly optimistic about the future."

Fang Che smiled bitterly. "Besides, judging from all the signs, the Great Era is about to arrive, and the divine war is about to begin. Whether there will even be a future is something no one can say for certain now."

Feng Du's expression grew somewhat gloomy as well. "That's right."

Would there be a future?

Would this continent continue to exist?

Feng Du was not optimistic about it in the slightest.

"Still, the Nine Great Families should be fine."

Fang Che smiled. "As long as life exists in this world, the Nine Great Families will never be wiped out."

"How so?"

Feng Du smiled with interest.