Wang Daoyuan gave it some thought and immediately understood why the Nether King was acting this way.
If they could not defeat the Bone Demon Ancestor, Wang Daoyuan could simply pat his backside and leave.
But the Nether King could not. He was trapped in the Netherworld by an Immortal Lord's curse; leaving the Netherworld meant death.
Once the Bone Demon Ancestor completely refined the entire Qianyuan Realm, he would have no way to survive either.
Wang Daoyuan had already gathered up the entire human race. Even if the Qianyuan Realm were swallowed by the Devil Race, it was not entirely unacceptable.
But the Nether King's life was here. If he wanted to live, he had to defeat the Devil Race.
At present, even the two of them joining forces could not stop the Bone Demon Ancestor.
To preserve their lives, they had to strengthen the Qianyuan Realm's side.
The Nether King had been stuck at the Seven Dao True Immortal realm for more than two hundred thousand years. No matter how many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures he was given, it would be difficult for him to advance any further.
Wang Daoyuan, on the other hand, progressed at an astonishing pace, making it easier for him to raise his strength.
That was why the Nether King was willing to empty his coffers to support him.
"The Qianyuan Realm is facing a life-or-death Great Tribulation, so I will not stand on ceremony with you, Fellow Daoist."
Seeing Wang Daoyuan relent, the gloom on the Nether King's face faded somewhat.
He drew a wisp of energy from the Nine Nether Samsara Flame, then handed the flame to Wang Daoyuan.
"My connection with this Nine Nether Samsara Flame has been completely severed. The rest is up to you."
Wang Daoyuan accepted the