"Think it over. It's not a bad thing."
Chen Xun's gaze wandered as he had already set his sights on the many strange stones within the Qing Shang Immortal Race's dojo. "You've endured countless hardships to become an immortal, and you even had the nerve to intercept our Eternal Ancient Immortal Ships. Why not give it a try?"
Shang Chunqiu's expression shifted between light and shadow.
He had already begun planning for the myriad ages ahead, even for the overall situation of Great Desolation Tiandi and the state of its battlefields. His Immortal Sense raced at an extraordinary speed.
In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Shang Chunqiu said gravely, "All right."
"Ancestor..."
The immortals of the Qing Shang Immortal Race frowned deeply. Never in all ages had there been someone who could exert such pressure upon them so calmly.
"Say no more." Shang Chunqiu looked toward the place where they stood, his voice weathered with age. "Our race cannot possibly be this senior's match. Besides, since karma has led us here, we must bear what should be borne."
"Little friend, I like your race's strange stones. Shall we make a deal?"
Chen Xun narrowed his eyes. "We'll trade for cultivation techniques and 'Immortal Runes.'"
"Senior." A trace of delight flashed through Shang Chunqiu's eyes. It was exactly what he had wished for.
Later.
Chen Xun and Black Bull traded for a vast batch of strange stones from this race, then left in high spirits. As for the race's subsequent affairs, they were left to the Eternal Ancient cultivators. The gap left by the Qing Shang Immortal Race on the battlefield would be filled by the younger generation of Eternal Ancient.
Seven years later.
Within a barren mountain of the Great Desolation Immortal Territory.