History serves as a mirror; it could not have been more fitting here.
"How could we be the next Slave Dynasty to collapse?"
Du Jingsheng's expression changed. He argued, "We possess terrifying power. Even if they wanted to rebel, how could they overthrow us? Our lifespans are longer than theirs, and our bloodlines are constantly evolving through self-modification. To them, we are immortal gods."
"The Stone Light Emperor Changshou of old thought just as arrogantly when facing those mortals," Zeng Civen said.
Du Jingsheng's face grew slightly hot and flushed.
The words were not loud, but they were like a sharp blade stabbing straight into his heart.
"Don't assume we're guaranteed to win. If our roles were reversed and you were the Human Emperor facing high-level civilization elves like us, what would you do?" Zeng Civen asked again.
Du Jingsheng thought seriously for a moment before answering honestly, "If I were them, with the situation already lost and the land fallen, as the human emperor, I would definitely hide with the six hundred Immortal Herbs. As long as I held on to that hope, I could make a comeback."
"If you were them, where would you hide?"
Zeng Civen glanced at him with some disdain.
Upon hearing the question, Du Jingsheng suddenly remembered his own answer. They currently had no way to deal with those creatures in the sea, at least not in the short term.
A terrifying answer emerged:
The sea!
If it were him, if he wanted to avoid the elves, he would hide in the sea!
He would take humanity's final elites, cut off their own heads, graft them onto the bodies of Sea Clan octopuses, infiltrate the Deep Sea Kingdom, and form a complete alliance with the lord of the seabed!
"Do you understand now?" he