Once Cang Rui had led Hua Tianming inside, the Myriad Forms Clan's prophet waved a hand. "You may withdraw for now."
Cang Rui smiled faintly. "I wonder what the prophet wishes to discuss. May I stay and listen?"
The prophet frowned and gently waved a hand. An invisible force immediately sent Cang Rui and the others outside the tent, and the force allowed no resistance.
As soon as the tent flap fell, every trace of aura within was cut off.
Cang Rui, who had been sent outside, and several core figures of the Myriad Forms Clan all wore indignant expressions.
"Hmph! That old bastard never means well for our Myriad Forms Clan!" one of them said.
Cang Rui's face was filled with helplessness. "There's nothing we can do... As those divine-region martial artists said, it's impossible to prove the divine path in this God Refinement Forbidden Ground. Leaving this God Refinement Forbidden Ground is even more impossible. Poor Sky Dome Clan, Mountain Collapse Clan, and Yuanhe Clan—they still refuse to give up, not knowing that no matter how hard they strive, it will ultimately all be an empty dream!"
The Six Great Trial Saint Lands often received divine-region martial artists. They were not fools, and they could always learn a few things through the mouths of those martial artists.
In truth, many of the leaders had some idea of the situation, including the prophets behind the various clans. Not only were those prophets mysterious in origin, they had never truly considered the interests of their races...
Yet those clans and their prophets had not fallen out, while Cang Rui of the Myriad Forms Clan had already clashed with his prophet several times.
Cang Rui and the others' words fell into Hua Tianming and the prophet's ears without missing a single