Shun Dongxiao had always been an erratic sort. After reaching the Golden Immortal level of the Dragon Race, he had not only been unable to avenge the grudges he had held for so long, but years of suppressing them had only caused his hatred to grow and deepen.
Yet Shun Dongxiao had also learned to endure. As long as he could now wipe out Wen Kaishan's clan, and perhaps even destroy several other Dragon Race clans, the knot in his heart would naturally come undone. The Headless White Corpse and the Windthunder Winged Qilin Beast Race might only see a traitor to the Dragon Race like him as useful, and feel little goodwill toward him, but that hardly mattered. The thirty-six Tianmu Altars had been established by the Dragon Race to seal this secret realm, and outsiders would find them exceptionally difficult to break.
Even if the two races joined forces against the Dragon Race, they would still need him to break the arrangement of the thirty-six Tianmu Altars and shake the Dragon Race's foundations. With the altars in place, even alone, he had the leverage to bargain with the two races. What was more, the loosening of the thirty-six Tianmu Altars had caused the secret realm to connect with the outside world from time to time, and he had already made contact with a Demon Race clan out there. Supposedly, it belonged to the South Sea Dragon Palace.
It would naturally be good if he could use this chance to establish ties with the South Sea Dragon Palace. If not, even if he left this secret realm, with his cultivation, where in the vast world could he not go? The Headless White Corpse and the Windthunder Winged Qilin Beast Race could try to burn their bridges after using him,