They faced an agonizing choice. Staying to fight meant certain death, yet choosing to trust their enemies filled them with dread.
The Demon Emperor frowned. "I have no certainty either, because all of this rests on my intuition. I can sense that they weren't lying to me."
"They're in danger too, so it makes sense that they'd want an ally."
"But the Great Void is unknown to us, so I can't guarantee this is the right choice."
"What is certain, though, is that staying means death. At the very least, all of you would die."
Even the Primordial World would be destroyed, but its inhabitants would be safe, because the Demon Emperor could shelter them.
He watched them wrestle with their hesitation.
"The five Nine-Star Worlds will leave together with the Primordial World. At most, we can also take the Clear Water Dao, the Fire Barbarian Race, and the Fortune Clan. That's the most I can negotiate."
"If we take too many, I'm afraid it will interfere with the Dark God Clan's plans."
"But we can preserve seeds from each world-their Supreme Powerhouses and those with potential."
"Or we can abandon them outright."
The Demon Emperor's words might have sounded heartless, but they were the truth.
In fact, even taking those Nine-Star Worlds away was far from certain, but the Demon Emperor believed he could negotiate for them.
Their enemies' true target was the World Continent, not the Microcosms upon it.
Indeed, in their enemies' eyes, their worlds really were nothing more than Microcosms.
Everyone fell silent. One option offered hope; the other meant certain death. There was really nothing left to choose.
They could only choose to trust.
In the end, the five Nine-Star Worlds and the Demon Emperor made their decision: abandon the others.
Perhaps that choice was