This resolute statement truly startled the blacksmiths present.

This mythical First Ancestor Emperor of the dynasty actually became a traitor first, betraying his closest friends and family?

It's too decisive, too ruthless.

They even wanted to shout that perfectly fitting phrase:

We are ready to fight to the death, why has the Emperor surrendered first??

But when thought carefully, the other side also knew the situation had turned, and thus was willing to surrender.

A bigger possibility is that he was simply fed up with those scheming troublemakers.

Moreover, their own combat power is strong; his clones can defeat 99% of the Spiritual Roots across the world, while our pseudo-pseudo-persons can likewise defeat 99% of the Embers.

The Manor Master, use the Shadow Crocodile to ambush the tomb.

We, use the pseudo-humans to ambush the tomb.

Unprepared, the pseudo-humans are one of the strongest historical disasters, mixed into your tomb's ghost swarm, how could you resist?

In front, the thirty or so Self-Transformations, their surprise attack captured eleven dispersed individuals on the outskirts, a testament to their formidable victory.

"Since you wish to turn allegiance, we will naturally use you."

Jiucai Rong immediately showed a gentle expression, smiling, "You are the First Ancestor Emperor, who established a magnificent dynasty over five million years, one of history's most brilliant overlord heroes; with your assistance, we will certainly be like tigers adding wings."

"You all praise me too much."

The Masked Emperor shook his head, "From a status perspective, I am merely an ancestral emperor of a dynasty, while each of you are ancestors of races; your status and seniority surpass mine!"

He was willing to surrender for this reason too, able to set aside face.

He, a historical black hand hidden in a tomb, prepared to conquer the world, choosing to ally with an even older black hand, could be reasonable.

If he sided with a youngster like Xin Xichen of this era, where would his dignity be?

He also realized it.

These ancient ancestors seemed somewhat eccentric, possibly due to excessive accumulation of Embers in the tomb affecting their minds, appearing unreliable at times.

Yet they have now proven their strength with their wisdom.

This exquisite calculation was one of his reasons for submission.

The Masked Emperor sighed in his heart, saying, "How should I assist you?"

"The Nine Infant True Scripture, how well have you all cultivated?" Jiucai Rong directly asked.

The Masked Emperor paused upon hearing this term, quickly realizing it likely referred to their maternal cultivation technique, named the Nine Infant True Scripture.

"We can replicate most of it; theoretically, by forging two sets of Nine Infants, combined with various Magical Artifacts and Divine Artifacts, we could secure victory against you." The Masked Emperor sighed.

"It's just theoretical." Jiucai Rong shook his head, lightly saying, "Next, you just perform as usual; once you become the leader mother, suddenly turning against them, they will surely suffer heavy damage; victory will be ours."

The Masked Emperor guessed this outcome and instead asked, "After our defeat, what do we do?"

"Naturally, you cooperate in capturing them, suppressing them, subduing the entire scene; you must become captives for a period, including yourself."

Jiucai Rong said, "We will use the Dharma Method to control you, make you submit to us."

His voice was cool, as if narrating a cold truth of the world.

"Masked Emperor, now you should understand; you perish to fairness, perish to a lack of leadership."

"Each of you is talented, scattered like Man Tianxing stars, aggregated like a pile of dung."

"Now, we are your Dragon Head, suppressing you Saints, adhering to commands; when one person rules the world in an era, you can unleash your greatest strength."

Jiucai Rong presented a harsh reality.

But he also knew he couldn't fool this ancient wise emperor; it was better to be straightforward, easier to gain favor.

The intention is to enslave you.

To control your lives, to use you, joining our Ancestor Demon God army.

While Jiucai Rong spoke coldly, internally he was immensely joyful; these are thirty or so Self-Transformation Realm big shots! A group of NPCs from an ancient Imperial Mausoleum surrendered directly!

The Ancestral Emperor leading a group of friends and family to ally, wouldn't we soar directly? Instantly obtain the world's largest foundation!?

Know this.

Even the historically venerable Dragon Race only has the living Nine Great Dragon Emperors, and a group of deceased Embers Dragon Emperor, totaling merely a dozen.

Yet here are over thirty.

One must say, this era is genuinely weak, yet the numbers are truly abundant.

Replicated Great Emperor surrounding attacks, the world's majority struggling to resist.

Moreover, using them for conquering remaining tombs should be invincible.

Continually replicating ancient tomb Great Emperors, then frenziedly attacking; Jiucai Rong already imagined the bewildered expressions of those ancient black hand emperors!

"After our surrender, hope for leniency." The Masked Emperor said, "Our replicated Spiritual Roots, their essence remains unchanged... can be controlled; in our era, there were methods to control subordinates."

Saying so, he retrieved a prototype of Spiritual Root from his Storage Ring, handing it to Jiucai Rong.

This controlling person's Spiritual Root was his sincerity, voluntarily offering the means to control himself.

"I have received your sincerity; you can return now." Jiucai Rong nodded.

Whoosh!

The Masked Emperor vanished from the spot.

Jiucai Rong's heart was suddenly suppressing wild joy, no, no, I must act indifferent, I can't laugh! That big shot might still be watching us.

The nearby mudworkers and others also felt intensely delighted, too thrilling!

This is too awesome.

They finally understood the fun in Xin Xichen solving problems!

Fighting fiercely, overpowering others with brute strength; anyone can do it with enough power; it's a simple matter!

Yet such a method, not everyone can accomplish.

...

...

Ning Zheng watched from the shadows, somewhat bewildered, ultimately speechless.

"They've tasted success, becoming increasingly entangled in being villains and stirring up trouble, navigating the path of brainstorming."

Previously, the solution was on the surface of the mystery; now it's about subduing without a battle!

But this move indeed was stunning; originally in Ning Zheng's eyes, there seemed no way to break the deadlock, finding no winning chance.

"Masked Emperor..." His eyes showed a look of surprise.

"A dynasty just fell into my hands, especially the Ancestral Emperor; such a character... if it weren't for my high status, being the first ancient black hand, he wouldn't surrender."

Ning Zheng understood better than anyone; these Embers fusion blacksmiths attempting Possession were a group of incompetents.

It's like in stories, a tiny Cultivator in Five-Body Realm somehow possessing a supreme big shot, unable to exert combat power.

Yet these indigenous experts are the real formidable ones.

"Looks like my power is about to soar several times over."

Ning Zheng sighed in his heart.

He knew that from now on, the tomb could be easily swept through; thirty or so clones, combined with a group of sneaky Possession people, who could resist?