Chapter 975 – A Temple of Xining Worries the World (2/2)
If the White Emperor were here, would they dare do the same?
They would not.
Even if the Xiang clan leader was only communicating the White Emperor's will…
Still no one would dare to voice their opposition.
Even if those tribal leaders and generals still could not make the turn, they were still bursting with unwillingness, even shame.
But everything had its exception.
Today, the Demi-human race faced its most important turning point in the last one thousand years.
So for a few unexpected things to occur was only right.
After so many years, the majesty of the White Emperor finally received its first challenge.
The Bear tribe leader stood and stared into the Xiang clan leader's eyes as he asked, ”Why?”
He was not asking about why the Xiang clan leader stood with the Empress, because the reason had already been given: this was His Majesty's will.
The Bear tribe leader was asking, why had His Majesty agreed to the alliance with the demons?
At any other time, for any other matter, just this one word would have ended with him being sent into the Celestial Tree to have his body burned to ashes by the Wildfire.
Today, it would not, because many demi-human personages thought the same and wanted to know the answer.
”This alliance has nothing to do with gain. It is only a method for the weak to contend against the strong. A thousand years ago, the Demon race was at its prime, wreaking havoc across the continent. For my race to survive, we could only ally with the Human race. But power easily shifts as time passes, and now the Human race has grown strong, their ambitions flourishing along with their strength. The ally of my race naturally has to change as well.”
This grand event certain to change the history of the continent seemed very casual and ordinary in Madam Mu's flat and emotionless voice, making it seem all the more matter-of-fact.
The demi-human personages within the stone hall silently pondered these words. They realized that though this statement was simple and crude, its reasoning was incredibly hard to overturn.
”So we must make old enemies allies and aim our weapons at former comrades?”
The Bear tribe elder was silent for a while, then shook his head. ”I cannot do it.”
On the battlefields of the snowy plains, he had fought alongside Xue He and other Divine Generals of the Great Zhou. They had developed an excellent rapport, developing friendships on the battlefield in which they were willing to die together. He found it impossible to imagine that a day would come in which he would need to lead an army to fight those fellows, where they would have to massacre each other.
Madam Mu answered, ”Such is history, monotonous and tedious, even ugly at times, but only this way can history continuously push forward. By no means will it be so dismal as the end of the country and the extermination of the race, but if the demons are destroyed, it will be our turn. You are all great demi-humans of extraordinary wisdom, so how can you not understand this point?”
The Shi clan leader suddenly said, ”Is this way of thinking not overestimating the strength of the Human race?”
Madam Mu's gaze fell upon the great demi-human who represented the strongest faction of the southern lands and asked, ”What do you want to say?”
The Shi clan leader explained, ”Even if the venerable Daoist Shang Xingzhou has the ambition to unite the continent, everyone knows that he is the executor of Emperor Taizong's final wish, so how could he overturn the pact Emperor Taizong established with us? More importantly, he first has to resolve the internal problems of the Human race. I do not believe he will be able to survive to that day.”
The Deer tribe Grand Duke arched his brows and asked, ”Do you really think that the Li Palace will win?”
The Shi clan leader said, ”At the very least, I cannot say that the Li Palace will lose.”
The Grand Duke jeered, ”Even if the Li Palace wins, will the ambitions of the Human race fade away?”
The Shi clan leader calmly returned, ”His Holiness the Pope has always had a good relationship with my race, and he certainly does not have the ambitions of his teacher.”
”Let us not speak about whether Shang Xingzhou might lose, and we do not need to think about His Holiness's stance towards my race. I only wish to remind everyone.”
The Grand Duke coldly said, ”If they have just been acting these last few years, what then?”
The mood in the stone hall shifted once more.
'A temple of Xining rules the world.' This saying had already spread across the entire continent.
The Grand Duke's words were also on the mind of many other important individuals. This was because whether it was in White Emperor City or Xuelao City or even in the human capital or the sects of the south, countless people could not understand why the relationship between Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng, this master and disciple, had reached this point.
At this moment, Madam Mu spoke of a very important matter.
”Wang Zhice is still alive.”