After hearing Yuan Yi out, everyone fell silent once more.
Obviously, they were all weighing the feasibility of this matter and the risks involved.
After three breaths, Yan Yusheng spoke. "Not a bad idea. For now, I can't find any fault with it."
"But there's one question you'll probably need to answer."
"What question?"
"We are all Children of the Forbidden Ground, and our status is far higher than that of ordinary cultivators."
"By all rights, you shouldn't be so pessimistic."
Faced with this question, Yuan Yi glanced out the window and said calmly.
"When I first left the Forbidden Ground, I truly wasn't afraid. But after seeing those righteous people, I became afraid."
"In my eyes, they are a pack of madmen—madmen without humanity."
"They would even fight us to the death over a group of mortals. Aren't you afraid of people like that?"
"The distant Great Dao of Longevity is still waiting for us to pursue. Why should we risk our lives fighting this pack of madmen?"
"Shouldn't the strong fear nothing?"
Ku Mu spoke from the side. Before Yuan Yi could answer, "Ku Mu" continued.
"The strong should indeed fear nothing, but you are not strong. You are merely a group of pure cultivators."
Seeing Ku Mu's change, everyone clearly understood that Wu Du inside him had emerged.
Wu Du swept his gaze across the crowd, the corners of his mouth lifting. "After listening to you for so long, I think none of you have actually gotten to the point."
"Whether it is the Dark Turmoil or the righteous prodigies, neither is what you seek."
"What you seek is simple: strength and longevity."
"As Children of the Forbidden Ground, we should not make choices as foolish as those righteous people."
"Compared to becoming stronger and living forever,