Thoughts churned through his mind, and Chu Mu could not help falling silent.
Judging from all the traces before him, the Behind-the-Scenes Existence behind this earth-shattering grand scheme was most likely the Heavenly Court of the Spirit Realm Human Race. Even the Three Heavenly Pillars of the Human Race might have been involved.
But the question was, if this scheme had truly been planned and laid down by the Human Race...
If this scheme succeeded, then without question, the Behind-the-Scenes Existence would reap staggering benefits. Those staggering benefits would likely completely overturn the balance among the myriad races of the Spirit Realm.
But whether this scheme succeeded or failed, once it was over, the Human Race would inevitably become the target of public condemnation!
Even if they gained enormous benefits from it, those benefits would clearly belong only to the Human Race's highest-ranking existences.
As for everyone else, at most they would get a few scraps of soup.
For an independent cultivator like him, one who stood apart from the Human Race of the Spirit Realm, there would undoubtedly be no benefits at all. Instead, he was currently trapped in this predicament, reduced to a chess piece, a puppet on strings.
Even if he escaped, the disaster wrought by the Human Race would inevitably spread to him...
Chu Mu drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the countless distracting thoughts.
When he looked up at this expanse of void, a rough judgment surfaced in his deep eyes.
"Probably another... nine years..."
Nine years was undoubtedly a measure of time within this special Origin Land.
As for how much time it corresponded to in the outside world, that was somewhat uncertain.
After all, reality possessed a stable order of laws, where everything had its ordained number.
But an illusory realm was