Lu Yin had said a great deal, even more than he'd said when trying to persuade Kakaven, an advisor from the Nine Star Civilization. Although everything he'd said was speculation, wasn't Elder Dan Gu's concern also rooted in fear of the possibility that such an existence was real?
The Lost Race had to connect with Primeval Space. The Heavenly Sect needed to gather the strength of all civilizations to defeat the Eternal Clan in one decisive battle.
The Eternal Clan no longer had the power to destroy civilizations one by one. Everything Lu Yin had done was hastening its demise—provided it had no invincible powerhouse.
Two of the Three Qings and Six Haos had yet to appear. They were an unknown factor. Aside from that, they had largely seen through the Eternal Clan, at the cost of countless lives.
As for the things they still hadn't figured out—such as why Wu Tian had stayed in the Third Eryu, or the truth about Wei Nu—they couldn't afford to wait for answers. They had to seek them out themselves, tear away the veil of mystery. When Mr. Mu had handed Lu Yin the eight star gates, it was as good as telling him that he could act.
It was time for humanity to unite and launch a true decisive battle against the Eternal Clan.
Elder Dan Gu silently gazed outside as Lu Yin's words echoed in his mind. Of course he knew that much of what Lu Yin had said was based on conjecture. But at their level of cultivation, conjecture had a basis. There shouldn't be a limit to what was possible. That existence might indeed be restrained. But should they risk one extinction after another, winning again and again, to oppose it?
"Great Elder, there are two things I need