Winning Over the Demon Race

"Fellow Daoist Shi Chen, is this cooperation personal, or...?"

"A cooperation between the Jie Sect and the Demon Race."

At this, Dijun's expression turned serious. "How would we cooperate?"

A grave look appeared on Shi Chen's face.

"A calamity is coming that will spread far and wide, perhaps even involving the entire Jie Sect... If we overcome it, the immortals of the Jie Sect will roam free and unfettered thereafter. If we fail... the Jie Sect will suffer the lighter fate of existing in name only, or the heavier fate of being wiped away entirely."

Other than concealing a few details, Shi Chen laid everything else out in full.

This was not something that could be hidden. Only by revealing the worst possible outcome from the outset and giving Dijun time to prepare himself mentally would there truly be room for negotiation.

If Dijun agreed after knowing the consequences, then he would be willing to share the risks. But if Dijun were deceived into agreeing, then when they truly faced the Dao Ancestor, his state of mind would inevitably be affected.

"It involves the entire Jie Sect!"

Shock flashed across Dijun's face, followed by silence.

Who in the Primordial World did not know how powerful the Jie Sect was? It had several Quasi-Saints, no shortage of Daluo Golden Immortals, and tens of thousands of disciples. With no Sage appearing, its strength was second only to the Tyrant Race, foremost among all sects. If Tongtian were included, even the Tyrant Race would fall somewhat short of the Jie Sect. (The Witch Clan excluded.)

Yet even such a mighty sect faced the danger of collapse. It was clear just how brutal and perilous this great calamity would be.

His youngest son was in the Jie Sect, which meant this calamity also involved