Chapter 2607 Go and talk to the humans yourself.

The ancestors naturally wouldn't be polite to their descendants.

It's all about bloodline suppression. In short, times have changed. If someone asks you to follow two paths, then you follow two paths.

The many Celestial Spirits were completely baffled and confused, feeling that the change in the weather was inexplicable and came without any warning.

You ancestors, you got things done without saying a word?

Oh right, and there was the centennial festival before. They felt it was strange back then, that the timing was wrong.

Moreover, if it's a grand ceremony, why did you invite people from all walks of life to attend, and then put them on the altar?

At the time, I couldn't figure it out and found it strange, but now that I think about it, it makes sense.

The grand centennial ceremony back then was not problematic; it was a scheme aimed at the sea god.

But Poseidon didn't come either; he was secretly killed?

However, to the many members of the Celestial Spirit Clan who were unaware of the inside story, this was the most reasonable explanation.

What else can we say? It's impossible that our ancestors wanted to destroy the human race, right?

If they were the ones who manipulated the human race, why would they now side with them? So that's impossible.

Many members of the Celestial Spirit Clan, after surrendering their original divine souls, did not rush to leave. Instead, they gathered in groups of three or five, each of them seemingly having great wisdom as they reviewed their experiences.

They all seemed to see through everything.

In fact, for ordinary Celestial Spirits, joining the human race is not something they are too resistant to; if anything, they are just not used to it.

After all, I've been worshipping fish for so many years, and now I suddenly have to worship a person. It just doesn't feel right.

But upon closer reflection, it seems that the human race is indeed stronger than the sea god.

Otherwise, the sea god would be killed silently during the encirclement and suppression.

Furthermore, you didn't receive any substantial benefits from worshipping fish before. On the other hand, the human race, not to mention anything else, did they even get that immortal crystal mine back for you?

These are real, tangible benefits right in front of us.

Besides, their own ancestors have already paid homage, so they can just follow suit.

However, dealing with one's own descendants is easy, but dealing with the Xuan lineage is a bit more troublesome, since they are not family members after all.

In addition, their ancestors... well... can no longer be relied upon.

As night fell, Grandpa Lingyunyi and several other elders came to visit. They found him still lying on the bed, muttering something incoherently, neither clearly spoken nor understandable.

Well, they'll just have to deal with it themselves.

But when they arrived at the Xuanmai, the atmosphere suddenly changed. No sooner had the elders finished speaking than one of the Xuanmai elders stood up abruptly and shouted angrily.

"What? Surrender to the human race? Absurd, utterly absurd! Aren't our ancestors afraid of the sea god's wrath?"

Well, just as I imagined, this Xuanmai was known for its loyalty to the Sea God.

This applies to everyone from top to bottom, a point that their lineage's ancestor demonstrated perfectly before.

Otherwise, Ling Yunyi's grandfather wouldn't have been so angry that he had no temper left.

Faced with the angry questioning from the Xuanmai elder, the ancestor who had spoken earlier frowned and said coldly.

"What's your tone?"

"That's my tone. Where is the Spirit Ancestor? I want to see the Spirit Ancestor."

"You want to disobey?"

"What kind of bullshit order is this? I'm not listening to it."

This mysterious vein still has the same flavor as always.

In this Heavenly Spirit Clan, the mere mention of the Profound Vein gives people from the other clans a headache.

There's no other reason than that they all share the same lineage, like something they were born with.

Their attitude was so firm that there was absolutely no room for negotiation. The elders had almost finished talking, but the people from the Xuanmai lineage just stubbornly refused to listen.

They're not even afraid of being beheaded.

With the time set by Elder Huang fast approaching, the elders were getting anxious. Given the current situation, it seemed unlikely that anything would change anytime soon.

Immediately afterward, one of the elders coldly surveyed the assembled members of the Xuanmai sect and asked in a cold voice.

Are you sure you don't want to comply?

"I would rather die than submit."

"Heh, very well, then you can go and talk to the humans yourselves."

"What if I get scared later?"

"it is good."

After saying this, the old ancestor turned and left. Seeing this, the others stopped talking and followed him.

Several patriarchs went straight to Ye Changqing's residence and respectfully presented the original divine souls of their respective lineages.

He then recounted the matter of the Mysterious Vein truthfully once again.

Upon hearing this, Old Huang smiled slightly.

"Oh, you've had a mental breakdown? No wonder I was wondering why you guys were always missing one person. I thought you guys had secretly killed him."

"Senior, my Heavenly Spirit Clan has a history of fighting among different races."

Upon hearing this, the men's faces darkened; it was the truth.

Just like before, even though Ling Yunyi's grandfather and that old ancestor had been arguing fiercely, neither of them had ever thought of secretly killing each other.

However, Old Huang didn't seem to mind, and simply chuckled softly.

“I don’t care what the situation is like within your clan, but…”

"We humbly request your personal assistance, senior."

Knowing what Elder Huang was going to say, the elders of the Heavenly Spirit Clan didn't give him a chance and spoke up for help first.

The meaning is quite simple: we did go to the Xuanmai lineage, and we didn't fail to make an effort.

We've talked until our throats are dry all night, but not one of those hotheads will back down.

We have no other choice but to ask for your help.

Upon hearing this, Old Huang was taken aback for a moment, then grinned.

"Alright, bring all the people from the Xuanmai lineage over here."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the elders nodded in agreement.

Before long, members of the Xuanmai lineage arrived at the residence one after another, and angry shouts could be faintly heard.

"Even if I die, I will never submit to the human race. I was born a man of my god, and I will die a ghost of my god."

"Me too."

The two men at the head of the group were old men. Huang Lao only glanced at them before one of the elders stepped forward to introduce them.

“Senior, these two are the First Elder and Second Elder of the Xuanmai, whose status is second only to that old fellow of the Xuanmai.”

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Elder Huang nodded slightly, his gaze first settling on the First Elder, the one who had been shouting the loudest earlier.

Faced with Elder Huang's gaze, the First Elder still held his neck stiffly, but this time he didn't shout anymore, only his eyes were wide open.

Old Huang didn't care about this. If glaring at people could scare them, then everyone would be a fathead fish, and there would be no point in wielding knives or swords.

He simply asked a question calmly.

"You are unwilling to join my human race?"

"No one in my Xuan lineage will agree until my ancestor speaks up."

Ok? ? ?

Looking at the Xuanmai Grand Elder who was still stubbornly holding his head up, the ancestors of the Tianling Clan were stunned upon hearing these words.

You didn't say that just now, why are you changing your mind now? You're scared now, aren't you?

But Old Huang was more direct, casually replying.

"Oh, then your ancestor probably had a hard time saying it, so you refused."

As he spoke, he pointed a finger, and a beam of light shot towards him like lightning.