"I... to speak from my heart, even without Little Feng, my final decision would be to negotiate peace with you because there's no time for internal conflict. Haven't you all felt the rapid increase in Spiritual Energy Concentration recently?"
The crowd exchanged glances and nodded; they all sensed it.
"And when our Spiritual Energy Concentration rises to the level of Spirit Miao Continent, do you know what will happen?"
Feng Yi looked out at the lush Danai Dynasty with regret in his eyes.
It was as if he had been planning for years, hoping to use the ancestral messages to unify the Twelve Dynasties in the early days of the great strife with the Demon Wind army, only to be firmly thwarted in the Danai Dynasty.
His strategy and ambitions met with defeat.
He couldn't outrun time, nor ascend to the Nascent Soul Stage, and ultimately chose a path he had to take for the sake of his lineage, for the future of the Feng Family...
