He knew that the other party had most likely thought of this as well.
The Heavenly Dao Camp wanted to wear down the Human Race with a war of attrition, bit by bit gnawing away at its foundations, cutting off the Human Race's window of time to maneuver freely—
they had gotten the wrong idea.
How could the road paved by the blood and sweat of generations of sages be so easily cut off by others?
Sure enough, before long, Xuanyuan looked Ying Zheng straight in the eye and said with decisive finality:
"The Demon Race's source of disaster has already emerged. We must never allow it to grow powerful! We must swiftly suppress them, swiftly purge them, swiftly eradicate them!"
Just as Ying Zheng was about to speak, Li Tian suddenly moved his fingers and quietly began a divination.
In an instant, the heavenly secrets became misty, a chaotic blur without the slightest clue.
His heart jolted, followed at once by a surge of interest.
With his current cultivation, there were few matters in the Primordial Wilderness that could escape his divination.
Even if a Saint wielded a supreme treasure to conceal the heavenly secrets, they would find it hard to evade the insight of his Divine Sense—
yet now, there was only a void.
There was only one possibility: Hongjun had acted personally.
Empress Pingxin had always remained detached from worldly affairs. She had neither motive nor reason to interfere in this matter.
Within the Three Realms, the only one who dared act in such a manner—and could leave behind no trace at all—
was Hongjun.
His earlier judgment had been correct.
Seeing the Human Race take hold of the authority of the Three Realms, Hongjun was unwilling to submit, and was plotting in the shadows, waiting only