Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Second, there is a lack of consensus!

The interior of each large plane is not a solid block.

There are seven emperors in the Netherworld, and other planes also have their own rulers.

If you want to form an alliance, the pro-war faction on the other side may be willing, but the pro-peace faction may not.

The peacemakers are willing, but the neutrals might jump out to oppose it.

After all that haggling, by the time the other side finally makes a decision, the human army might have already split the Netherworld into three parts.

Third, and most importantly, without the incentive of profit, no one will truly put in the effort!

There are no eternal friendships between planes, only eternal interests.

Why should the other party help you?

What are the benefits of helping you fight the Human race?

The essence of your world won't be shared with them.

Even if you have a common enemy, as long as you haven't been driven to the brink of despair, the other party is unlikely to truly risk everything to save you.

It was precisely because of these three points that the seven emperors reacted this way after hearing Ye Wugui's words.

They watched Ye Wugui in silence, waiting for his explanation.

Ye Wugui remained calm and even chuckled, "So, should we make contact with the Netherworld?"

An emperor sighed, leaned back on his throne, and waved his hand: "It's better to have something than nothing."

The other emperors did not refute this.

Their situation was already dangerous enough; any possibility of getting help was worth trying.

Even if all we get in the end are a few batches of strategic materials or a few intelligence channels, it's better than sitting and waiting to die.

At this time.

The other emperor's expression suddenly shifted, and his sharp gaze fixed on Ye Wugui:

"Your Wanderer's Association helped connect us in the Netherworld, surely not for free?"

"Speak, what do you want?"

Ye Wugui nodded, his tone still calm: "Nothing is needed."

"I'll only enter the Netherworld's first forbidden area once the Netherworld is connected to other major planes."

This statement came out.

Seven terrifying auras exploded simultaneously!!

"Boom—!!"

The darkness of the Abyss Land was torn to shreds by the oppressive aura of the seven kings.

The void cracked open again with countless tiny black fissures!

The aura was even stronger, heavier, and more ruthless than before, and the entire Tianyuan shook violently amidst the rage of the seven emperors.

"The First Forbidden Zone is the most important place in the Netherworld!" An emperor abruptly stood up, his voice filled with undisguised anger. "How dare we allow an outsider like you to enter?!"

"What is the Nomads' Association trying to do? Take advantage of our misfortune?"

Ye Wugui stood still, motionless.

The seven kingly auras pressed down on him like seven mountains, yet he didn't even retreat a single step.

That all-consuming dark power flowed silently around him, blocking out all the oppression.

He calmly watched the seven emperors, letting the violent energy churn and roar around him, without even his clothes being stirred.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his voice still unhurried: "You may refuse, but does the Netherworld have any other options?"

The seven emperors fell silent.

The violent energy in the Abyss Land gradually subsided.

They looked at Ye Wugui's pale yet resolute face, each weighing their own options.

Much later.

Emperor Zhengbei spoke first: "Alright, we agree, but you'd better keep your word."

Ye Wugui finally smiled.

The smile was deep and cold, carrying an indescribable meaning: "Of course, the Wanderers' Association will do its best to connect the Netherworld with them."

The deal is done.

Ye Wugui added, "There's one more thing you must take seriously."

"The Ten Suns War, founded by the human race, came from the destiny of the Netherworld."

"Once the human prodigies find and hunt down your chosen one, the destiny of the Netherworld will be severed."

"Once the flow of fortune is severed, the Heavenly Dao will suffer a backlash, and the situation in the entire Netherworld will deteriorate rapidly, becoming even worse than it is now."

An emperor sneered and waved his hand:

"A human prodigy who dares to venture deep into the Netherworld is courting death."

"Although we can't defeat the human army head-on, crushing a few human prodigies is as easy as crushing a few ants."

"The moment their tracks are discovered, their death is imminent."

The other emperors nodded in agreement.

Ye Wugui did not refute.

He knew that these emperors were too proud.

They have stood at the top of the Netherworld for too long and look down on those human prodigies who have not yet grown up.

But he knew better than anyone that humans had far too many tricks up their sleeves.

Moreover, the human race has done this many times before and is very experienced. How could they easily send their top talents in to their deaths?

But he didn't say it aloud; he just kept those thoughts to himself.

suddenly.

As if remembering something, Ye Wugui turned his head slightly and looked at one of the seven emperors.

He looked slowly, his gaze sweeping across each emperor's face in turn, finally settling on the throne closest to the edge.

The emperor on the throne had a young face, but his aura was extremely profound. His ability to break through from the King Realm to the Emperor Realm in just over ten years was a miracle in the Netherworld.

Ye Wugui looked at him and slowly said, "In the Great Xia Empire of the human race, an unparalleled genius has emerged."

"This peerless genius was praised by the Human Emperor himself as having the bearing of an emperor, and his talent is terrifying."

"and……"

He paused for a moment, then the smile on his lips became meaningful. "This peerless genius has a connection with one of your emperors."

Done.

He glanced at the young emperor.

The other six emperors also followed Ye Wugui's gaze.

The emperor frowned and said in a deep voice, "A connection with me? What makes you say that?"

Ye Wugui smiled slightly and slowly revealed Wang Xian's identity and background.

From a direct descendant of the Wang family to being praised by Emperor Yan himself for possessing the bearing of an emperor...

Each point was explained clearly.

Finally, he added a special note: "Wang Xian is the son of Wang Quan."

These words were spoken.

The young emperor's expression changed.

The king was besieged and fell by seven kings, one of whom was him.

At that time, he was just a king, responsible for covering the rear during the siege by seven men.

After Wang Quan died in battle, he took great risks to seize most of Wang Quan's body and devoured all the power of the law and the remaining essence blood within it.

It was through that fortuitous opportunity that he was able to break through from a monarch to an emperor in just over a decade, eventually reaching the pinnacle of the Netherworld.

It can be said that without the fall of the monarchy, there would be no him today.

And now, the son of the king has arrived.

The emperor remained silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

The laughter was hoarse and chilling, carrying an undisguised mockery:

The son of the king? Good, good.

He leaned back on the throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his tone nonchalant, but a cruel glint flashed in his eyes.

"Back then, his father died at my hands, and most of his body was refined into cultivation by me."

"Now that his son has delivered himself to our doorstep, it's perfect. Let this emperor see just how capable the offspring of the king are."

"If he dares to come to the Netherworld, then send him into my belly so he can keep his father company."

As soon as he finished speaking, several sinister laughs echoed through the Abyss Land.

The other emperors neither responded nor refuted the statement.

In their view, a prodigy who has not yet matured is indeed not worth taking seriously!