Jun Mochen stared intently at the Ghost Race's First Elder. That single sentence darkened the expressions of quite a few Ghost Race elders.
They felt Jun Mochen was opening his mouth like a lion.
Put nicely, it was an alliance. Put bluntly, Jun Mochen was their puppet—the dog they had raised.
A dog they could crush to death at any time.
The First Elder gave Jun Mochen a deep look. "Your current cultivation is High Emperor Rank. Even this cultivation was raised by pulling up seedlings to help them grow."
"Are you certain you want to take another step forward?"
"That would no longer simply be a matter of pulling up seedlings to help them grow. People could die."
"Think it over carefully. Our Ghost Race does not mind spending these resources, but we do not wish to lose an allied partner either."
Jun Mochen had naturally considered this long ago. What he wanted was the resources provided by the Ghost Race. Relying on himself to slowly rise to the Imperial Lord Rank?
By then, how could he still take part in the game between the Immortal and Ghost Races?
Once his value was gone, would the Ghost Race kick him aside?
Forget helping him rise to the Imperial Lord Rank. If they did not take his life, that would already count as the Ghost Race showing mercy.
Therefore, today was the best opportunity. He firmly believed that the Ghost Race would agree.
And he would certainly rise to the Imperial Lord Rank.
Not only did he have the Ghost World's Heaven's Will helping him, but the Immortal Realm's Heaven's Will was also backing him from behind. If he still could not reach the Imperial Lord Rank, then that would prove he was nothing but pure trash.
"First Elder, I