Shakyamuni remained expressionless. "You need not worry about this. If you two successfully persuade the Human Race to surrender, you may become the alliance's deputy leaders. I hope you will spare no effort."
Mo Yu's face lit up with delight. "Rest assured, Alliance Leader. Leave this to us. However strong the Human Race may be, how could they possibly rival our Ten Thousand Races Alliance of the Primordial World? If they know which way the wind blows, they can still preserve their people. If they dare defy the alliance, we will teach them a lesson."
Shakyamuni smiled faintly. "Do not act rashly. Try persuading them with kind words first. If the Human Race truly refuses to see reason, give them this declaration of war. Tell them that a prolonged conflict would benefit neither side. I wish to settle this swiftly, deciding victory and defeat in a single battle."
"If the Human Race has the courage, they may meet me in battle on the Western Coast."
He had chosen the Western Coast primarily for the deep sea there.
Many of the Ten Thousand Races were seafaring races.
A location near the sea was best for bringing the alliance's advantages fully into play.
Of course, his plan sounded excellent, but whether the Human Race would accept the challenge was another matter.
Shakyamuni sighed deeply. He could not let any opportunity slip away.
As for what the Human Race would choose, that was beyond his ability to predict.
Doing his own part to the best of his ability was the greatest responsibility he could fulfill toward the Buddhist Sect.
As for the outcome, he would leave that to Heaven.
The tribal chiefs were all alarmed. Was this not too great a risk?
Mo Yu of the Feather Race was somewhat shocked. "Leader, please