When Crooked Way heard Zhang Yu say this, he could not help feeling a surge of shame. Yet it was immediately followed by indignation. Origin Xia so clearly held such an overwhelming advantage—why would Celestial Xia refuse to surrender? What was there for them to cling to?
But he did not give up trying to persuade him. This was the first time Mu Juan'an had asked him to handle something in his stead, and if possible, he did not wish to fail.
Besides, taking himself as an example, it was not as though he had never held fast or resisted before. But what had come of it? The facts proved that none of it had been of any use. In the end, he still had to submit to Origin Xia's rule. Since that was so, why not come over sooner?
And for the sake of those laughable, intangible ideals, to cast aside several thousand, even ten thousand years of one's own cultivation—was that not ridiculous? Such a thing simply was not worth it!
One had to survive first. Only by living could one have a chance. Thus, he took a step back and raised his voice slightly. "High True Zhang! I know that Celestial Xia is at the height of its prosperity, but the achievements of a cultivator take at least hundreds or thousands of years. An upper-realm cultivator requires at least several thousand years of cultivation. How difficult is cultivation?
"Origin Xia has thirty-three Ways, countless cultivators, forged soldiers, and cultivators from other worlds at its disposal. Those with superior cultivation were beyond counting. Celestial Xia may be flourishing now, but how many of you can continue to wear each other down with Origin Xia?
"Do you know that when Origin Xia conquered the various worlds in the past,