The Sacred Monarch's Elder Sister, Guerrilla Warfare Duo, Ten Thousand Words

With the shared tragedy both sides had suffered this time, and with the Master of the Forbidden Area standing guard for nine thousand years...

If the Void Spirit Turtle clan had been able to descend once every thousand years as they had before and bestow a sufficient number of Holy Blessing Stones, then the Underworld would probably have long since belonged to the Eternal Kingdom by now.

The Aberrant Soul Bodies should also have ended up like the Soul Beasts on Douluo Continent, slaughtered to the point that they needed human protection.

Unfortunately...

There was no if.

That race seemed to have vanished completely and never appeared again.

The Sacred Monarch shook his head, revealing a clear tendency to refuse for the first time. "Do not bring up the Forbidden Area again. The Master of the Forbidden Area is not someone we can control or command. If we place our hopes on her, the odds of success will be even slimmer than the radical plan."

Seeing the Swift Monarch hesitate as if she wanted to speak, the Sacred Monarch paused, then continued:

"Swift, your intentions are good. I understand that. The Master of the Forbidden Area is indeed powerful, but she is a double-edged sword we cannot control. Once that sword is truly unsheathed, whether it kills the enemy or harms us is no longer something we get to decide."

"If one day we truly have no way out, then unsheathing this double-edged sword to fight for that one sliver of life may not be out of the question. But right now, the success rate of this matter is far too low. Even if we truly release her, whether she will act is still another matter entirely."

The Swift Monarch let out a long sigh, rose, and apologized. "I'm sorry,