Everyone chatting in the teahouse reached the same conclusion: the ones responsible for every evil deed were the Hall of Souls. The Heaven and Earth Alliance, which had defeated the Hall of Souls, acted openly and honorably, with almost no blemishes to its name.
As this information continued to spread, the reclusive Ancient Emperor Clans soon received the news as well.
"So attacking the Heaven and Earth Alliance was merely a smokescreen. The Soul Clan's true purpose was to gather countless souls!"
"They slaughtered hundreds of millions and seized tens of millions of souls. What exactly are the Soul Clan trying to do?"
"If the Heaven and Earth Alliance hadn't broken through the Hall of Souls' blockade and rescued so many souls, the Soul Clan might truly have deceived everyone!"
"Exactly. Those Soul Clan people even tried to frame the Heaven and Earth Alliance, or rather, fabricate the illusion that those annihilated cities had been destroyed by the battle between the two sides!"
Inside a great hall in the Ancient Realm, several Gu Clan higher-ups were fiercely discussing the matter.
This was because they had sensed a looming danger from the Soul Clan's actions this time.
At that moment, everyone gathered in the hall was an expert who had reached the Dou Sheng or Half-Saint realm. As they argued heatedly, the space at the deepest end of the hall suddenly twisted violently.
Then, a man dressed in plain hemp robes, around forty years old and looking like an utterly ordinary middle-aged man, appeared before them.
"Greetings, Patriarch!"
"Greetings, Patriarch!"
Upon seeing him, the many Gu Clan higher-ups in the hall all bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man.
This abruptly appearing middle-aged man was none other than the Patriarch of the Ancient Clan, one of the strongest people in the