"Alright."
"I accept your bet."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a decisive finality and authority.
As if these simple two words bore a portion of the Qi Fortune of the Human Clan's future, carrying absolute trust in that bloodied junior.
Hearing Emperor Ziwei's personal agreement, beneath Eternal Silence God Master's face, shrouded in darkness, a faint and barely detectable curve seemed to appear.
"Very well then."
Eternal Silence God Master's voice seemed to relax a little.
"Then I ask you, Ziwei Daoist Friend, alongside your Human Clan Immortals, to cease your actions. Continuing the fight serves no purpose."
His gaze swept over the scarred, still sporadically exploding Immortal Divine Country below, his tone carrying an indescribable meaning.
"At our level, unless we truly resolve to spare no cost to utterly destroy each other's Tao foundation, simple victory and defeat indeed rarely yield real results.
