After hearing this, a tempest surged within Ye Lin's heart.
That mysterious, terrifying force had truly laid out an enormous game of chess. If their plan were allowed to unfold, then three years from now, all the Human Race's fortune in this world would belong to them.
With such terrifying authority in their grasp, they could arbitrarily restrain other terrifying forces.
By then, they would likely stand alone at the summit of this world.
And the fate of the Human Race in this era would no longer be in their own hands.
When that time came, this world would truly descend into chaos.
"Child, now that you know all this, what are your thoughts?"
After speaking, the old man fixed his gaze on Ye Lin, as though he wished to see straight through him.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, sank into deep thought.
If he allowed this plan to proceed now, then three years later, someone else would take his place as Sect Master, and the authority he possessed to negotiate terms with those terrifying forces would vanish as well.
At that point, Wen Ruxue, whom he had just made a promise to, would very likely directly suppress and kill him. Doing so would be no different from going back on his word.
The consequences of enraging a mighty being whose depths could not be fathomed were exceedingly terrifying.
He had even planned to use the authority in his hands to reap a huge harvest of benefits in the future. Therefore, he absolutely could not hand over this authority.
Thus, his only path now was resistance—to refuse them when they descended to claim the fruits of his labor.
Doing so was no different from provoking a force whose terror was beyond imagination, but it was also the path most beneficial to himself.