The Sword Ancestor, Master of the Long River

"Indeed." The Primordial Unity Sect's representative said in a deep voice, "We want a share of that Sacred Dynasty's providence as well. In exchange, we will aid your Void God Race—at present, it will be very difficult for you to take down the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty."

Very difficult.

Those two words made Void Wushang's heart sink.

He knew it was the truth.

Twenty years of war had cost the Void God Race dearly, yet they had never managed to breach the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty's defenses.

"And those Peak Heaven and Earth Great Venerables under the Devil Ancestor," the Langhuan Library's representative added.

"The negotiations have already been concluded. They may join our forces and will not obstruct the Void God Race's invasion."

Void Wushang nodded after hearing this.

Those fence-sitters had finally toppled to their side.

Without those native Experts standing in the way, the Void God Race's advance would proceed far more smoothly.

Something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked in a grave voice, "What about those five from the Tribulation Realm?"

"They have caught the attention of important figures and will be taken away for research." The white-robed old man from the Primordial Dao Palace spoke blandly, his tone carrying a trace of disdain. "The Tribulation Realm? It is merely a minor path."

Void Wushang fell silent for a moment before finally nodding. "In that case, we will launch a full assault one month from now."

One month.

Within one month, he would gather every last bit of strength and launch the final decisive battle against the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty.

Victory meant the rise of the Void God Race; defeat meant eternal damnation.

Dragon Tiger Daoist Temple.

Chen Lin's avatar sat upon a stone chair in the courtyard, expressionless. His gaze pierced through the