Such fervent desire could not help but make Xin Yu so excited that his breathing became heavy.
However……
Now, the only remaining question is—
Can the Lord of the Underworld truly accept the entire Cursed Clan?
Even if the Lord of the Underworld chooses to accept them, who can guarantee that the price the Cursed Clan will pay will be more severe than 10,100 Soul Essences per month?
Besides the issue that Xin Yu had to consider.
Another question is...
The other young talents present were not fools either.
Even if they simply couldn't understand how the Cursed Race could possibly abandon their racial boundaries...
But it's obvious—
If the Cursed Clan's choice truly shifts from allying with other races to migrating the entire clan to the Land of the Dead...
Then all the benefits they could have gained from the alliance would be gone!
That is to say...
The entire cake of the Cursed Clan will fall into the hands of the Lord of the Underworld!
Good heavens!
At first, the young prodigies like You Wu thought Jiang Yi had come to claim a share of the spoils...
Who would have thought he was going to swallow the whole cake whole!
Of course, it appears that the one who swallowed the entire cake was the Lord of the Underworld.
But before Jiang Yi put forward this point, the glance he gave to the sky clearly contained a deeper meaning!
It's possible that he and the Lord of the Underworld are in cahoots!
For a time, You Wu and his allies of the Curse Clan were in a state of utter confusion.
Before the acting clan leader Xin Yu could respond, You Wu immediately admonished him:
"The Land of the Dead is, to put it bluntly, a death trap! It may be suitable for feigning death, but it is absolutely unsuitable for the survival of any race!"
"Perhaps the Cursed Clan can avoid their fate of extermination by faking the death of the entire clan in the underworld..."
"But please think about this carefully, clan leader. Would the high and mighty Lord of the Underworld be a philanthropist who is willing to help others?"
"The price of your entire clan faking their deaths may be even more devastating than your predetermined fate!"
"Presumably, the clan leader has also heard of the legends of the Illusionary Star Rat Clan, so I can tell you definitively—"
"The former patriarch of the Illusion Star Rat Clan was determined to avoid the fate of genocide."
"But the result was an even more devastating disaster!"
"I urge the clan leader to reconsider—the price of defying fate is not something everyone can afford..."
At this point, You Wu glanced at Jiang Yi again.
His expression shifted between complex emotions, and then he put forward another viewpoint emphasizing fate:
"Just like the old saying this bigwig mentioned—"
"The Great Dao is fifty, Heaven evolves into forty-nine, and man escapes to one."
"If that statement is true, then..."
"Only humans can escape this fate. But you cursed race are not human, and will not be favored by the heavens!"
You Wu spoke with absolute certainty.
But after he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned deathly pale.
There are two reasons for this pale complexion.
Firstly, he felt an even stronger sense of oppression than before, which was probably coming from the Lord of the Underworld, whose whereabouts were unknown.
Secondly, it was because he suddenly realized...
His reason for such righteous and earnest admonition...
It might have the opposite effect!
As expected, Xin Yu listened to his words and was deeply moved. After a long period of shock, a kind of almost heroic determination appeared in his eyes.
He suddenly gave You Wu a bitter smile: "Perhaps you're right, the consequences of forcibly defying fate are even more devastating than following destiny..."
"If that's the case, shouldn't our Cursed Clan face our fate of extinction head-on?"
The subtext is quite obvious—
Since fate has been sealed, the Cursed Clan probably no longer needs to form alliances with other races.
For a moment, You Wu's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
However, in Xin Yu's tragically tragic eyes, a glimmer of hope inexplicably rekindled.
He recited the line again: "The Great Dao is fifty, Heaven extends forty-nine, and man escapes one..."
"If that statement is true..."
"Then, perhaps what will break the cursed race's destiny is not the Yellow Springs, but... the human race."
"The human race is about to take center stage among all races..."
"Speaking of which, you are here, waging a war of annihilation against the Cursed Clan;"
"Meanwhile, in the black market at the same time, countless prodigies from all races were vying for a spot to invade the human race..."
"How coincidental! Perhaps... perhaps... isn't this a kind of destiny?"
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