Chapter 2607: You go and tell the Human Race yourself

As for their own lineage's younger descendants, the several old ancestors naturally wouldn't be polite.

It's just bloodline suppression—one sentence, the times have changed, ah, if they demand you hand over two Dao, then it's two Dao.

Faced with this, many Heavenly Spirit Tribe members, though utterly confused and bewildered, only felt that the heavens had changed in an inexplicable way—how could there be no sign at all?

You old ancestors, you just wrapped up the matter without saying a word?

By the way, the earlier centennial great sacrifice— they thought it was strange then; the timing is wrong.

Besides, the great sacrifice is just a great sacrifice— you invited the Human Race to come observe the rites, yet you even had them take part on the altar?

Back then we racked our brains and couldn't figure it out, felt strange; now thinking about it, this explanation makes sense.

The original centennial great sacrifice was fine—it was just a plot aimed at the Sea God.

But the Sea God never showed up—was he secretly done away with?

However, to the many Heavenly Spirit Tribe unaware of the inner details, this is the most reasonable explanation.

What else could we say? Surely the old ancestors aren't trying to mess with the Human Race, are they?

If they wanted to mess with the Human Race, why would they now defect to the Human Race? So impossible.

Many Heavenly Spirit Tribe, after surrendering their origin souls, didn't rush off but gathered in small groups, each pondering deeply like a sage.

Each seemed to have seen through everything.

Actually, for ordinary Heavenly Spirit Tribe, joining the Human Race isn't overly objectionable; at most, it's just unfamiliar.

After all, having worshipped fish for so many years, suddenly having to worship people—of course it feels off all at once.

But upon reflection, the Human Race's strength does seem indeed stronger than the Sea God's.

Otherwise, the Sea God would have been silently done away with in a siege.

Moreover, worshipping fish before never brought any real benefit; looking at the Human Race, setting aside other matters, did they return that fairy crystal mine to you?

This is a real benefit right in front of you.

Moreover, since our own ancestors have worshipped, they just follow suit.

However, handling our own juniors is easy, but the Profound Vein is troublesome—after all, they're not our own people.

Moreover, the ancestors of their lineage— alas, they're no longer reliable.

At night, Ling Yunyi's grandfather and several old ancestors came to visit; they found him still lying in bed, muttering indistinctly, saying something unclear, neither speaking nor hearing clearly.

Never mind; we can only have them step forward themselves.

But upon arriving at the Profound Vein, the scene suddenly shifted; just as the few old ancestors finished speaking, an Elder of the Profound Vein sprang up and shouted angrily.

"What? Defect to the Human Race? Absurd, simply absurd to the extreme—do the old ancestors not fear the Sea God's wrath?"

Indeed, as imagined, the Profound Vein is famous for its loyalty to the Sea God.

From top to bottom, it's the same; their lineage's ancestors had previously demonstrated this thoroughly.

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

Faced with the angry questioning of that Profound Vein Elder, the old ancestor who had just spoken furrowed his brows and replied coldly.

"What tone is this?"

"This is my tone; as for the Spirit Ancestor, I want to see the Spirit Ancestor."

"You want to defy orders?"

"What damnable orders—I won't listen."

This Profound Vein is indeed still the same old flavor.

This Heavenly Spirit Tribe— whenever the Profound Vein is mentioned, the other branches' people all get a headache.

No other reason; the entire lineage is of a single mind, as if they'd been born with it.

Their resolute attitude leaves no room for negotiation; the few old ancestors' mouths were practically dry from speaking, yet these Profound Vein folks stubbornly held their necks high.

They're not even afraid of losing their heads.

Seeing that the time set by Elder Huang was approaching, the few old ancestors were also anxious; given the situation, it's unlikely to change anytime soon.

Immediately, one of the old ancestors coldly surveyed the gathered Profound Vein people and then asked coldly.

"Are you sure you won't comply?"

"Rather die than comply."

"Heh, fine, fine, fine— then you yourselves go tell the Human Race."

"Will we be afraid?"

"Good."

Having said that, the old ancestor flicked his sleeves and left; the others, seeing this, didn't waste words and followed closely.

The several old ancestors went straight to Ye Zhangqing's residence, respectfully presenting the origin souls of their respective lineages.

Immediately, they also truthfully recounted the matter of the Profound Vein.

Upon hearing this, Elder Huang showed a faint smile.

"Oh, your state of mind collapsed? No wonder I said you always seem missing a person; I originally thought you'd secretly done away with them."

"Senior, our Heavenly Spirit Tribe does not slaughter each other across different clans."

Upon hearing this, several people's faces darkened; this is the truth.

Just like before, even though Ling Yunyi's grandfather and that old ancestor had argued to the point of being irreconcilable, neither side had ever thought of secretly dealing a lethal blow.

However, regarding this, Elder Huang didn't mind, merely chuckling softly.

"I don't care what your internal situation is, but………………………"

"Please, senior, personally step forward to assist us."

Knowing what Elder Huang was about to say, these Heavenly Spirit Tribe old ancestors gave him no chance, instead speaking up first to ask for help.

The meaning is simple: regarding the Profound Vein lineage, we haven't avoided going, nor have we lacked effort.

This evening we've talked until our mouths are dry, but that bunch of blockheads just won't give in.

Anyway, we can't do anything, so we still ask the senior to lend a hand.

Upon hearing that, Huang Lao was momentarily stunned, then broke into a grin.

"Good, bring over all the people of the Profound Pulse lineage."

"Yes."

Upon hearing that, several elders nodded in agreement.

Not long after, members of the Profound Pulse lineage arrived one after another at this manor, and faintly one could hear shouts of anger.

"Even if I die, I will never surrender to the Human Race; in life I am my god's person, in death I am my god's ghost."

"Me too."

Leading them were two old men; Huang Lao merely glanced at them, and an elder stepped forward to introduce them.

"Senior, these two are the Grand Elder and Second Elder of the Profound Pulse; their status is only below that old coot of the Profound Pulse."

"Oh."

Upon hearing that, Huang Lao lightly nodded, his gaze first locking onto the Grand Elder, namely the fiercest one who had been shouting earlier.

Facing Huang Lao's gaze, the Grand Elder still held his neck stiff, but this time he didn't shout anymore, just glaring with wide eyes.

Huang Lao didn't care about that; if a stare could scare people, everyone would be fathead fish, and there'd be no need to wield blades or swords.

He simply asked calmly.

"You don't wish to surrender to my Human Race?"

"Before my ancestor speaks, no one in my Profound Pulse will agree."

Huh???

Looking at the still stubborn Profound Pulse Grand Elder, upon hearing this, several Heavenly Spirit Tribe elders were dazed.

You damn well weren't saying that just now; why the change of heart? You're scared too, huh.

But Huang Lao was more direct, casually replying.

"Oh, then your ancestor probably can't speak, so you're refusing."

Saying that, he pointed directly, a finger-sword flashing like lightning shooting toward him.