The Grand Elder hesitated and could not make a decision.
Chu Xuan said again, "The name of the Netherworld race is doomed to disappear. You will have preserved the roots of the Netherworld race by turning into ghosts."
"If you don't turn into ghosts, the Netherworld race will disappear completely. I'm not exaggerating this…"
"The Netherworld race can't survive this Daoyuan!"
The Grand Elder was shocked. He did not doubt the words of an expert like Chu Xuan.
The Netherworld race could not survive this Daoyuan?
They would not be able to rise up again?
Only by turning themselves into ghosts would they have a chance of survival?
The Grand Elder struggled inwardly. After a long while, he asked again, "Senior, why do you want to save the Netherworld race?"
Chu Xuan smiled and said, "I am a seeker of fate. Your Netherworld race ancestor is fated with me. Since you came here, no matter what your purpose is, it's also fate."