"We shouldn't let such a good opportunity slip away!"
Faint Primordial Ancient Thoughts spread from the depths of the gigantic spacetime storm.
"Now isn't the time. Don't forget how we lost the Ancient Wilderness Dimension!"
Another Primordial Ancient Thought retorted.
"Of course I know what happened, but are we supposed to watch them achieve perfect transcendence? I also know that if we restart the war, at least half of us here will perish. But even if we do nothing, once they decide the victor and advance further, do you think they'll spare us?"
"You said it yourself—more than half will perish. The opportunity we've waited endless years for is right before us. At a time like this, who would be willing to sacrifice themselves to benefit others?"
Their differing opinions grew increasingly heated, yet they could never reach a consensus.
After thousands of Nine-Pillar Sacred Ancestors revived, they could only maintain the combat strength of Eight-Pillar Sacred Ancestors. They could certainly defeat two Nine-Pillar Sacred Ancestors, but at least half of them would be killed or wounded. No one wanted to become part of that sacrificed half. They were not an army of mortals who would willingly throw away their lives on the battlefield after a few words of encouragement.
Thus, after much discussion, some began proposing new ideas.
"Why don't we support this Eight-Pillar Sacred Ancestor? He bears the destiny of the Ancient Wilderness Dimension."
"That's right. We can control him, then help him become a Nine-Pillar Sacred Ancestor and turn him into our weapon."
"You just said he bears destiny. If he were that easy to handle, Ancient Wilderness wouldn't have lost an avatar."
"We'd better not create unnecessary complications. We should simply wait until the Desolate Void reaches its end, then leave the Desolate Void alongside them