"Lord Haton, the Endless Sacred Domain is so vast. When will we ever find what the Imperial Lord wants? If we keep failing to find it, I fear we will be trapped here forever.
In the end, we may all become extremely weak." A Six-Crystal Monarch could not help complaining.
"Hmph! In this operation, we Monarchs are crucial. As for those Spirit Race members we have cultivated, even if they all perish, as long as we survive, we can continue breeding new clansmen.
But if we are destroyed, no one will be able to complete the task assigned by the Imperial Lord.
Therefore, if you truly wish to leave, you must wait until the first batch of clansmen matures.
When that time comes, even if you are slain by outside cultivators, you will have no one to blame but yourselves," Lord Haton said coldly.
"We obey Lord Haton's orders!" the five Six-Crystal Monarchs answered in unison.
They had long been unable to suppress their craving for food and had been waiting for Lord Haton to say those words.
At the thought of soon feasting on the delicious flesh of countless cultivators, they were beside themselves with excitement.
Another million years passed in the blink of an eye. On a massive Spirit Mother Tree, the Spirit Fruits began to stir.
The mysterious radiance emitted by the Spirit Fruits flickered incessantly.
From afar, this enormous Spirit Mother Tree bore nearly a hundred thousand Spirit Fruits. Every Spirit Fruit was equivalent to a Spirit Race member, meaning that a hundred thousand Spirit Race members would be born.
The Spirit Mother Tree's reproductive ability was astonishing.
In merely two million years, it had nurtured a hundred thousand Spirit Race members. If allowed to grow freely, they would certainly pose a tremendous threat to the