"I'm giving you one last chance. Those willing to follow me, come over here. As for everything that happened before, I'll let bygones be bygones."
"If you refuse, then we'll settle it with our hands."
Looking at the hundred thousand or so True Immortal cultivators around him, Ye Lin was the first to try persuading them. These people were all prodigies of the present age—what, exactly, were they fighting for?
Even if they won, the fruits of victory would not belong to them, but to those Stowaways.
They were allowing those who had been born in the wrong era and should have perished with it to bear the fate of this great age.
What a laughable thing that was.
The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, waves of commotion broke out among the surrounding camps. Clearly, his words had had an effect.
After all, everyone was selfish. Anyone who had cultivated to such a realm was an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Along the way, who had not done something utterly devoid of conscience for their own benefit?
But so what?
Right now, though, what they were doing seemed utterly disproportionate to their own interests.
After all, they were simply exhausting themselves for no reward.
These Stowaways ordered them around like beasts of burden, and in the Stowaways' eyes, they truly were nothing but beasts of burden.
But what could they do, even knowing that? Their weaknesses were held tightly by the factions behind them, and they had no right to choose.
"Everyone, fight for yourselves. If you lose, at worst you die. But if you win, when I settle accounts with the entire Demon Domain in the future, whatever you want, you shall have."
"Those who usually stand high above all others will, by