Finding a substitute was a technical job. It could not be too weak, nor could it be too strong.
Too weak, and it would be unable to wield enough power; it could easily die within a secret realm.
Too strong, and it would be difficult to control. If a single strand of divine soul intent failed to restrain it, all the effort invested would be wasted.
Qin Heng left Warm Moon Lake and made a round outside, trying to find a suitable candidate.
But no matter who he looked at, none satisfied him very much.
After returning to his stone house on Warm Moon Mountain, he looked at the Qin Clan he had created and suddenly had a thought—why not try using someone from the Qin Clan?
No, more precisely, not a Qin Clansman, but a mixed-blood.
Pure Qin Clan blood belonged to creatures of the God Nation Era. Though they had grown up here, they would still be rejected and disliked by the lifeforms of the Old Universe.
Only blood that was half native lifeform could deceive the perceptions of the Old Universe's inhabitants and gain the approval of this world's experts, just like the Ink Clan.
With that thought, Qin Heng immediately had a plan. He swiftly went out and made a round through the Evergreen Realm.
An hour later, he returned to his residence with twelve portions of different origin precious blood in his hands.
These were the origins of the twelve foremost Star Lords among the human races of the Evergreen Realm, forcibly borrowed by him.
The owners of the twelve clumps of precious blood all possessed strength no weaker than Pan Hong's. The strongest among them was even somewhat more formidable than Dong Huai Lie.
Qin Heng first extracted a drop from one portion and