Hand of the Great Dao

Having hidden and lurked for many years, with countless contingencies in place, even Trace-Shadow Tower, the greatest intelligence organization under heaven, had been unable to find any trace of Song Ankang.

Several years had passed, yet despite Trace-Shadow Tower's unrivaled tracking and investigative abilities, they had still gained nothing. This showed that Song Ankang's efforts over the years had not been in vain.

It was also because he rarely showed himself that the outside world knew almost nothing about Song Ankang, allowing him to hide so deeply.

Yet Song Ankang had missed almost none of the benefits he was due. Though he had never made a name for himself throughout the world, he had gained even more in profit. Keeping his head down and making a fortune had been taken to the extreme.

Now, it had finally shown its proper effect. Even while facing the pursuit and investigation of numerous Super Powers and Super Races across the Xuanhuang Continent, he remained perfectly hidden. They had not even discovered his deployment of servants throughout the land.

If they had discovered it, the various Super Powers and Super Races would hardly have remained so mild-mannered. They would have raised their butcher's blades in moments and fought Song Ankang and the Human Race to the death.

No Super Power could tolerate such acts of enslaving and plundering the various races. Even if their enemy were a Second-Rank Dao Master, these Super Powers would join forces and fight to the bitter end.

Fortunately, he had not been exposed. Especially after advancing to the realm of Second-Rank Dao Master, Song Ankang's Heaven-Enslaving Scripture had become even more mysterious and unfathomable. Even Second-Rank Dao Masters of the same level would struggle to detect it, and its concealment effect had soared.

Just as a group of Trace-Shadow