Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082: Negotiation

A cage formed from human race merit and fortune tightly trapped the Fuzzy Extraterrestrial Demon.

In the end, Xu Fan returned to his original body.

On the giant lake, Xu Fan sat in a small boat, allowing it to drift with the wind.

He thought of the words spoken to him by the Great Luo Elder of the Wan Sheng Immortal Sect.

“If, under normal circumstances, your Hidden Spirit Sect and the Dragon Race have grievances, we would not intervene.”

“But now it’s different. At this critical time for the human race in the Wood Origin Immortal Realm, if we do not unite and gather our fortune, we could easily be taken advantage of by those foreign races, being picked off one by one.”

“That’s why, in these critical moments, the major forces of the human race must support each other.”

“If we do not align ourselves with our own human race at this time, we will be laughed at by the human races of other Immortal Realms.”

“So, even if the Ancestral Dragon of the Dragon Race really descends upon the Wood Origin Immortal Realm, we major forces, along with the quasi-saints, can still handle it.”

Upon hearing these words, Xu Fan’s first reaction was not emotion, but trouble.

If these major forces of the human race truly acted as suggested, the karmic debt he owed would be significant.

At that time, during the conflict between the human race and various foreign races, he would have no choice but to use full strength; hiding behind to reap benefits would be impossible.

“If the Ancestral Dragon is really blocked by them, it would be a big problem.”

“Then defending against the various foreign races, helping the human race of the Wood Origin Immortal Realm rise up to unify the Immortal Realm, would likely be the responsibility of the Hidden Spirit Sect,” Xu Fan contemplated while savoring his tea.

While such matters might not be difficult for the future Hidden Spirit Sect, as long as time permits, these matters would naturally come to fruition.

However, this would conflict with his sect’s principles; now, the Hidden Spirit Sect was better off quietly developing behind the major forces of the human race.

“Sometimes, being treated too enthusiastically isn’t a good thing.”

At that moment, a figure appeared on Xu Fan’s small boat.

“Since I arrived at the Hidden Spirit Sect, I’ve seen you here. Did you encounter some trouble?”

“Tell your Brother about it.” The elderly man with white hair sat down with a cheerful smile.

Xu Fan first poured a cup of tea for the elderly man, then recounted the situation regarding the Great Luo Elder from the Wan Sheng Immortal Sect.

“I understand my younger brother’s meaning.”

“But sometimes, certain matters cannot be escaped,” the elderly man with white hair said softly, as if recalling something.

“My younger brother, do you know how long I have lived in this Immortal Realm?”

“It should be around thirty million years, right?” Xu Fan replied.

He had once asked Grape to calculate this based on the time and deeds of the Sage of Book Spirit, estimating it to be about that long.

“You underestimated, my younger brother. Before acquiring the Book Spirit, I wandered through various Immortal Realms.”

“In such a long time, I have witnessed the rise and fall of countless geniuses.”

“The ups and downs of myriad forces.”

“So, for your current situation, my advice is to go with the flow.”

“Some things are inevitable,” the elderly man with white hair said.

“I get that, but it’s still hard to get used to,” Xu Fan replied.

“Those major forces of the human race shouldn’t just stand by and watch; they might even take advantage of the situation to stab us in the back,” Xu Fan added.

“The big shots from the Wan Sheng Immortal Sect must have explained this to you, but I still want to remind you,” the elderly man with white hair continued.

“You’re underestimating those sects with inheritances spanning tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years,” he said with a smile.

“You’re right, I did underestimate them,” Xu Fan admitted with a self-deprecating laugh.

“I came here to share some news with you, younger brother.”

“The Tong Tian Golden Immortal has been rescued, but his spirit is severely damaged and needs time to recover.”

“The Immortal Realm might get a bit chaotic for a while.”

“The Great Luo and quasi-saints of those foreign races won’t let the Tong Tian Golden Immortal recover; they’ll do everything they can to eliminate him.”

“You should be careful, younger brother. The Dragon Race might try to take advantage of the chaos to attack your sect,” the elderly man with white hair warned.

“Thanks for the heads-up, Brother,” Xu Fan nodded.

The two sat quietly on the small boat, sipping tea.

“Brother, in these three hundred million years, have you managed to visit most of the Three Thousand Realms?” Xu Fan suddenly asked.

“I thought about it, but the Three Thousand Realms are just too vast. I realized I’d never have enough time to see it all,” the elderly man with white hair chuckled.

Just then, the world around them plunged into darkness.

Black clouds filled the sky, covering the entire human territory.

Everyone beneath the clouds felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts, and the weight only grew heavier.

“This must be a confrontation between our human race’s quasi-saints and those of the other foreign races.”

“Don’t worry, younger brother. Quasi-saints won’t actually fight,” the elderly man with white hair reassured him.

The black clouds began to tremble, as if a great beast was about to emerge.

“Looks like the quasi-saints of the beast race are here.”

At that moment, beams of golden light shot down from the clouds.

“The quasi-saints of the Ancient Gods Tribe have arrived too.”

“I’d guess the quasi-saints of the Wood Origin Tribe are also here,” the elderly man with white hair said lightly.

“With so many quasi-saints gathering in human territory, they must be negotiating.”

“The worst-case scenario would be the Tong Tian Golden Immortal being sealed by the quasi-saints of the various races.”

“Why are you so sure about that?” Xu Fan asked curiously.

“Rivalries between races are always the same; I’ve seen it all before.”

“Our human race may seem to be in crisis, but the chance of us being wiped out is still slim—though not impossible.”

“I suspect our human race’s quasi-saints are using their fighting strength to intimidate the others.”

“If the human race is destroyed, they’ll tear up the quasi-saint contract, and no one will come out unscathed.”

Meanwhile, on a divine mountain in the human territory,

an elderly man with white hair reaching three thousand feet was berating the quasi-saints of the foreign races.

“You see the human race thriving, and you come to cut us down—fine, I get that.”

“The major races can put on a show for appearances.”

“But when you see our quasi-saints fall, you act like dogs chasing after dung.”

“You really think you can unite to wipe out the human race?”

“Little wooden figure, do you remember how you groveled before me four hundred million years ago?”

“Back then, I could’ve wiped out your Wood Origin Tribe with ease, but I let you live.”

“Have you no conscience?”

“And you, Ancient Gods, you big dumb bear, do you really think teaming up with those two beastlings will be enough to take me down?”

“I’ll tell you this: if you try to destroy the human race, I’ll flip the table, and no one will walk away unharmed.”

As the elderly man with white hair spoke, strands of his hair began to turn crimson.

“If you think you can suppress me by joining forces, go ahead and try.”

“Let’s see if you’ve made any Skill Advancement over the years.”

The blood-red strands multiplied, and the aura radiating from the human race’s quasi-saint grew more and more overwhelming.