Accept

Dyon looked at the four adorable celestial beasts before looking up at those looking toward him expectantly.

'Should I really do this?' Dyon brow furrowed.

He had no doubt that saying yes would bring him endless troubles. Was gaining the support of the celestial beasts even all that important? Would it really help him?

In total, they probably had a half a dozen or so dao formation experts. Aside from their family heads, they had various elder structures of their family. However, what was the use if they couldn't step foot outside of here? How could they help Dyon? If anything, they'd make everything worse…

If they had someone of the half-step transcendent caliber, maybe that would be entirely different. At least then even the greatest clans would have to think twice… Coupling that with the fact their bloodlines had declined, then they'd probably be left alone…