When the Holy Word Monarch Met Her Own Body [Six Thousand Words]

Qian Chaoguang had kept Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo from returning to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for the same reason.

If they were discovered by others, many things would be difficult to explain.

The Undead Empire was not yet at the point where it could reveal itself.

As for the people from Spirit Hall...

They were currently immersed in the excellent cultivation environment within the demi-plane, busy entering seclusion to break through to higher realms. They had no time for this.

"Very bad. Extremely bad."

The Holy Word Monarch's cold, proud face remained expressionless, perfectly embodying what it meant to have a poker face.

"Technology has developed, strength has improved, yet the lives of our people have become worse than in our day, and the environment has deteriorated. These are our descendants? A bunch of fools who do not know how to develop, yet remain committed to infighting? Inexplicable arrogance, utter incompetence."

Qian Chaoguang nodded in agreement and chimed in, "Wasn't it that Sea God Tang San overthrew our family's rule ten thousand years ago? Without a powerful voice to guide them, they were left to drift freely, and that's how the continent got ruined like this."

"Hmph! Does such a great demon deserve to be called a god?" The Holy Word Monarch gave a cold snort. "When we ruled in the past, all people under heaven were one family. Every member of the Douluo human race stood united, joining hands against foreign enemies."

"Look at the continent now: infighting never ends, while heretics and evil forces run rampant. There are even countless wicked people who cultivate by devouring the flesh, blood, and souls of others? Such conduct is simply atrocious!"

"You truly should have brought Old Sun up here as well, so he could see with his