Fuxi sighed. "What you said makes perfect sense. In fact, I've noticed this myself, but I haven't found a solution yet. Perhaps creating a sense of crisis would better serve the Human Race's survival. When the Human Race loses its awareness of danger, that is when it is in the greatest danger."
Shennong smiled faintly. "Someone has to bear the infamy, so why can't that person be me? I will eliminate the true threats to the Human Race, and Xuanyuan will clean up this mess for me. I believe Xuanyuan will usher in a golden age, one that belongs to the Human Race alone."
Fuxi had been convinced. He said with a touch of self-mockery, "I came to persuade you, yet you ended up persuading me. Just don't take certain things too far. Bearing too much karma won't be good for you."
Shennong was slightly moved, but he nodded with an expressionless face.
"I understand. I have a line I will not cross. I will never exterminate a race, and neither will the Human Race ever do such a thing. As long as these alien races cannot threaten us, I will let them remain."
"After all, it would be rather lonely if only the Human Race remained in the entire Primordial World."
Fuxi said nothing. He merely nodded slightly and left.
Shennong had touched a sore spot.
He had always worried that, sooner or later, the Primordial World would become overcrowded with humans.
When that happened, how should they handle the relationship between the Human Race and the Ten Thousand Races Alliance?
Now, it seemed that question had an answer.
This meeting between the two men had a profound influence on the Human Race's policies.
History called it the Two Emperors' Negotiation.
When the Human Race truly ruled the Primordial