"So you really found out something."
The Deputy Temple Master's voice became even more sinister, and the killing intent in those compound eyes grew increasingly intense.
"Was it that old relic barely clinging to life in the Dark Abyss who told you?"
It immediately guessed where Lu Qing got this information from.
In the depths of the Dark Abyss, within Xuanhua's corpse that suppresses the world passage, there remains a wisp of residual soul's Will.
Though that old fellow has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, that wisp of residual soul has never dissipated.
It must have been it that revealed those ancient secrets to the ant in front of me.
After the surprise, the Deputy Temple Master revealed a hideous expression.
On its face covered with compound eyes, each eye sparkled with a cruel glow.
"Even if you know, it won't do you any good."
It sneered, its voice full of pride.
