But now that the Demon Race had shown weakness, did they still have a choice?
Xu Zimo did not know.
He could only fight for more rights for the Demon Race, then have the Myriad Races unite to form an alliance.
Perhaps then they could still contend against the human race.
They had to find something for the human race to do. Otherwise, with every one of them growing stronger too quickly, they would all want to conquer the heavens. He probably would not have a moment of peace either.
Hearing Lu Xian's words, Xu Zimo smiled. "Then I'll consider it. After I report it to the Demon Ancestor, I'll give you an answer?"
"I will await Young Master Xu's good news," Lu Xian said with a smile.
"If you miss this opportunity, Young Master Xu, it will be difficult for you to join the ranks of immortals."
Why was that? The ranks of immortals were not merely about status.
The resources he could enjoy in the Heavenly Court already placed him at the core.
In cultivating immortality, wealth, companions, methods, and a place to cultivate—none could be lacking.
And wealth came first among them.
One had to know how many people in the Heavenly Court fought until their heads bled just to enter the ranks of immortals.
Xu Zimo merely nodded.
In the end, he left the Immortal Palace.
After Xu Zimo left, the void beside Lu Xian was torn apart by a hand.
An old man in a golden robe slowly stepped out.
A hazy veil covered the old man's face, making his features impossible to see. He was tall and slender, with long gray hair draped over his shoulders.
"Greetings, True Lord," Lu Xian said, bowing to the old man.
"That brat is dishonest," the old