The Heavenly Silkworm Clan.
The Feather Emperor had lived in seclusion, weaving imperial silk, for two thousand years.
A century ago, it had finally fulfilled its agreement with the Immortals, accumulated enough imperial silk, and personally delivered the toughest strands to them in secret.
But the Immortals' response had been to make it wait another hundred years.
Now.
Another century had passed.
When it once again followed the secret arrangements between them and arrived at the agreed meeting place, the Immortals finally revealed their plan.
"Th-this... how is this possible?!"
Upon learning of the Immortals' plan, the Feather Emperor was utterly shocked, its eyes filled with uncertainty.
At that moment, the Immortals existed as a cloud of mist. Shadowy shapes kept reaching out from within it, like countless tentacles. Only its pair of main eyes and pair of compound eyes were especially clear, their color a dark purplish red.
"If you're unwilling, then there's nothing I can do. This is your only chance."
The Immortals' voice was gloomy, concealing a darkness and evil that were impossible to hide, along with a desire that reached the deepest part of the soul.
"The Nine Underworlds Crystal isn't a substance from this world to begin with. There's nothing more suitable for defying fate and changing your destiny in this world. If it were complete, there would be more than enough to sustain the full ascension of ten beings like you. But after falling into this world, it completely shattered. All the Nine Underworlds Crystal I've desperately gathered over the years amounts to less than one percent of its original volume. The Central Civilization has a little more, but at most, it has one percent."
Three more pairs of main eyes and three more pairs of compound eyes suddenly appeared in the mist. Regret