"Actually, the Abyssal race did not demand much!"
Crimson Nether Soul Lord smiled faintly, then explained to Taiyue Heavenly Monarch the cost of becoming dependent on the Abyssal race.
In truth, the Abyssal race did not heavily exploit the races dependent on it.
First, the Abyssal race itself had a relatively small population, fewer even than the Soul race.
Second, the Abyssal race lived beneath the underground abyss, so the vast lands above held more than enough places for other races to survive.
Furthermore, the Abyssal race had subdued many races. Across the lands of the Origin World, aside from the Soul race, there were dozens of other races that all survived by relying on the Abyssal race.
Thus, the Abyssal race did not exploit dependent races such as the Soul race too harshly. They merely had to pay a small portion of resources at regular intervals.
Of course, this was not because the Abyssal race was magnanimous, but because it lacked neither mid-tier nor low-tier resources and treasures.
As for the high-level resources and treasures the Abyssal race required, ordinary races dependent on it found them difficult to obtain. Or rather, squeezing them dry would be of little use.
Therefore, overall, the Abyssal race was relatively tolerant toward dependent races such as the Soul race.
After hearing Crimson Nether Soul Lord's words, Taiyue Heavenly Monarch was somewhat tempted.
Indeed, he bore a tremendous grudge against the Soul race, but from the perspective of one in a high position, only interests were eternal.
Turning swords into plowshares with the Soul race and settling down in the Abyssal World would be the best possible arrangement for the Spirit race.
"Crimson Nether, I just tried to kill you. Are you truly so magnanimous?" Taiyue Heavenly Monarch asked with narrowed eyes and a