"So be it." The Flame Emperor nodded slowly. "But this world does not belong to the two of us."
"Oh?" The Yellow Emperor froze. This was the first time he had raised the question of who the "world" belonged to with the Flame Emperor, and he had not expected the Flame Emperor to contradict him.
"Then... what do you mean, Flame Emperor?"
"This world..." The Flame Emperor smiled. "Belongs to you alone."
"Wha..." The Yellow Emperor's eyes widened slightly. He had imagined countless possibilities, but never that the Flame Emperor would hand over half the realm.
And so decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
The Flame Emperor continued:
"I never intended to contend for this world. I only wanted to lead my people to peaceful, prosperous lives. But in an age as savage as this, even 'peace and prosperity' are a fantasy. I led my people in fighting back against every invasion, killing our way to where we are today. Along the way, we destroyed tribe after tribe, while many new tribes joined us, drawn by our reputation. By the time I came to my senses, a road to becoming an 'emperor' had already opened before me. I merely followed its course, and ended up dividing the world with you. Across the entire Nine Provinces, only your Xuanyuan Clan has no desire to exterminate my Jiang Tribe to the last soul. Now I have no reason to fight again. If you are willing, after this battle, my entire Jiang Tribe will merge with the Xuanyuan Clan."
The Flame Emperor's words struck deep into the Yellow Emperor's heart.
Previously, burdened by too many concerns, the Yellow Emperor had never discussed the question of the world with the Flame Emperor.
Thinking back now, the only war between their two tribes had begun because