After hearing Undead Wang Chuan's account, the other three Wang Chuans fell silent.
This situation was indeed thorny and despairing.
At first glance, he seemed to have started with a powerful "Quasi-God," but in reality, he was an unlucky soul trapped aboard a broken ship about to sink...
And that broken ship was tied to him.
"Then we..."
"How should we help you?"
Abyss Wang Chuan asked in a deep voice, his tone resolute.
They were originally one entity; one prospered, all prospered, one suffered...
Though perhaps not all would suffer.
But they could never stand by and do nothing.
Undead Wang Chuan pondered for a moment, the gray-white soul flames in his eyes flickering faintly.
"There is..."
"A way."
"As long as the Undead Semi-Plane can have a new master, someone strong enough to maintain its laws and, ideally, replenish its energy."
"It can stabilize again, and may even gradually repair itself and grow."
As he spoke, his gaze—along with those of Phoenix Wang Chuan and Abyss Wang Chuan—fell squarely upon Douluo Wang Chuan.
Douluo Wang Chuan rubbed his nose and flashed a grin.
"Why are you all looking at me?"
"Am I really that handsome?"
"Tch!"
"Look at you!"
Phoenix Wang Chuan and Abyss Wang Chuan expressed their "contempt" in unison.
After the joking ended, Douluo Wang Chuan's expression turned serious. He slapped his chest forcefully, brimming with confidence.
"Don't worry, brother!"
"Leave it to me!"
"Becoming a god and establishing a Divine Kingdom over here may still be a long way off, but taking over and stabilizing an Undead Semi-Plane? That definitely won't be a problem!"
"By then, not only will the semi-plane be saved, we'll also have an incredibly secret base and an Undead Army!"
The other three nodded at his words.
Among the four of