Streams of divine sense messages arrived, and Qin Heng, who had been in a fairly good mood, immediately frowned.
"What is going on? Why do all three of you look like this?"
Within the Qin Clan's ancestral grounds in the Virtual World, a vast crowd knelt in darkness. They were all high-ranking stewards from his three major factions.
Qin Heng had taken away nearly all the acquaintances close to him. The upper echelons of the clan and sect had effectively been replaced completely. Over two thousand years, these newly appointed leaders had long since firmly established themselves in their management positions.
Yet they remained utterly loyal. Seeing Qin Heng return, each of them wept with joy, as though they had suffered tremendous injustice.
"Thunder God Nation—it's Thunder God Nation!" Qin Shengyu, the Qin Clan's acting Clan Leader and a third-generation blood descendant, said through gritted teeth.
Qin Heng's expression grew several degrees more solemn. "What has Thunder God Nation done?"
Yan Zhen, acting hall master of Earth's Pangu Hall, eagerly took over. "Ancestor, for the past three hundred years, Thunder God Nation has been squeezing into our territories and devouring our fortune. Both Celestial Heng Holy Land and Divine Dream Holy Land have suffered enormous damage! The foundation of fortune that should have sustained our glory for at least dozens of eras has been drained by them into decline and ruin. If this continues, heavenly calamities and cataclysms may even occur, bringing disaster that exterminates our clans!"
As he spoke, his eyes blazed with fury. His tone did not sound deliberately exaggerated.
"Thunder God is this overbearing?" Qin Heng narrowed his eyes, anger brewing in his heart.
He had only been gone for a while, yet his Old Home had been targeted like this. It seemed this newly risen God