After hearing Arch-Elder Zen’s explanation, the Progenitor of Bloodlines sighed. “It’s no wonder why you allowed the skies to change and have so many Semi-Progenitors. It seems that we have to thank that little fellow who broke through the Upper Three Gates. If not for him, we would not have learned about all these secrets.” 

“This has nothing to do with him. Even when the Sixth Mainland invaded our territory, you never truly entered the Neoverse,” Arch-Elder Zen said.

“How many slots are there?” the Progenitor of Bloodlines asked.

“Only ten,” Arch-Elder Zen reluctantly answered after looking at the other six.

“Understood. We want five,” the Progenitor of Bloodlines stated.

Arch-Elder Zen instantly refused. “Of these ten, two belong to the Technocracy, three to the Astral Beast Domain, and five for our Human Domain. Now that your Sixth Mainland is here, we are willing to offer up two of our slots, but no more.” 

“Even though the Technocracy and Astral Beast Domain had been waging war against you, they still have places on this list?” the Progenitor of Secret Arts exclaimed.

Arch-Elder Zen sighed. “Aside from the racial differences, part of the reason why we wage war is to compete for more slots on this list. This list belongs to the entire Fifth Mainland, not just our Human Domain. However, we hold the majority of the slots. So, Progenitors, please understand our position: we can give up two...