In fact, ten or twenty years ago, the staff of the Ancient Ruins Research Institute would not have been overly surprised by a Transcendent entering the deepest part of the Underground Crevice without authorization.
The Ancient Ruins were the Otherworld's greatest secret. In their dark depths lurked a soul-snaring power, like an invisible, formless bloody maw that devoured the bodies and souls of countless explorers every year.
The problem was that ever since the Ancient Ruins had been sealed, a full ten years had passed without anyone hearing the mysterious "Primordial Summoning."
And this time, the one who had answered the summons was actually the legendary Martial Dao Myth, the founder of the grand edifice of Spirit Energy Martial Dao theory, a pioneer who had dealt with the Ancient Ruins countless times—"Martial God" Lei Zongchao!
Even Lei Zongchao could not resist the temptation.
What about the other Transcendents?
If Lei Zongchao was not the last, then who would be next?
These concerns left Wu Haibo unable to refuse Meng Chao and the others' search-and-rescue plan, which had been carried out first and reported afterward.
They also knew that chaos reigned on the surface. The underprivileged Transcendents represented by the Blue Alliance and the elite Transcendents represented by the Nine Super Enterprises were locked in a delicate balance, swords drawn and crossbows taut, ready to explode at the slightest touch. On top of that, the Ordinary People's Committee had emerged out of nowhere, trying to represent—or rather, hijack—the will of Dragon City's tens of millions of ordinary citizens.
At such a life-or-death juncture, if they still followed procedure, reported layer by layer, debated again and again, weighed every consideration, and planned for the long term, then even the last scraps of "Martial God" Lei Zongchao's bones would likely have gone cold