The term "Nether Clan" was itself a trump card.
Even though the Nether Clan had long perished in the vast river of history, as long as someone remembered that name, God would forever be bound by that identity and would be unable to completely steal Pangu's Nirvana fruit.
Lu Yuan vaguely recalled hearing the term "Nether Clan" somewhere before. After thinking for a long time, he finally dug it out from his memories: the ancient Innate Mythical Evil Dragon Emperor had once revealed information about the Nether Clan before its death.
"So these reclusive Ancient Races already knew some things... Fortunately, it's not too late for me to find out."
"Does this count as a trump card?"
"If I shouted in its face, 'God, you're merely a member of the Nether Clan! You're just a mortal!'"
"Would God crawl out of the moon and kill me even if it had to worsen its injuries?"
Yes, this was the complete destruction of a concept!
The lofty God even had its hometown exposed. Wouldn't that completely shatter its aura of mystery?
Lu Yuan felt eager to give it a try. "Revealing this concept at a critical moment might deal it a thunderous blow! But for now, I still have to keep it hidden."
What was even more encouraging was that the Hou Tu Civilization actually still had surviving members!!
They were on the moon!
The more Lu Yuan thought about it, the more excited he became. He wished he could rescue those people immediately. How valuable were survivors of a Level Seven Civilization?
Of course, this information had been revealed near the end of the Sixth Era. Three eras had passed since then, and the time span was simply too immense. No one knew what the situation was really like now.
"No