"Trash Huan Tian God Clan?"
From those six words, Li Tianming could see Old Man Guixu's deep hatred for the Huan Tian God Clan.
Or rather, the disgust the entire "Great Xia Guixu Kingdom" felt toward the Huan Tian God Clan.
"What earth-shattering evil had they done for them to devote an entire book to recording it?"
Through more than twenty years of contact, Li Tianming truly did not have the slightest favorable impression of the Huan Tian God Clan.
Whether it was Immortal Lord Wumeng or Realm King Mengying, neither had any bottom line. They were sinister to the core.
There was no need to mention Immortal Lord Wumeng—he was a top-tier scumbag.
As for the dead infants inside Realm King Mengying's Demon Infant, who knew what exactly had happened to them?
Within the Huan Tian Realm, the Huan Tian God Clan enjoyed preferential treatment under the rules everywhere. They had built the Huan Tian Realm all over the place.
"What exactly is the Huan Tian God Clan plotting? I hope this book can give me an answer..."
Li Tianming reached out and opened Trash Huan Tian God Clan.
The moment he tried, he was dumbfounded.
He could not turn it!
Not only could he not turn it, but the divine patterns on the cover shifted, condensing into a line of tiny words—
"Wait until your Great Xia Characters have grown to the 'Myriad Cosmos level' before learning about this history of disaster! Knowing too early will do you no good, and may easily invite calamity."
At that moment, Li Tianming's expression froze.
The speechlessness in his heart contained more words than the hundred thousand characters in the Great Xia Dictionary.
"Damn it, all this hemming and hawing. No wonder you couldn't beat the Huan Tian God Clan."
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