The efficiency of True Lord Duobao's intelligence network far exceeded everyone's imagination.
In less than three years.
A report titled "True Saint Secrets: The Buried Truth! The True Inheritors of Yuan Chu's Legacy!" reached almost every notable powerhouse in the Hongmeng Universe through all manner of inconceivable channels.
The Eastern Wilderness, Chaotic Ancient Divine Mountain.
Chaotic Ancient True Lord stared at the "exclusive intelligence" in his hands, which had cost him a Great Luo True Artifact he had treasured for years, and froze.
His face shifted between ashen and livid.
"Fake... it must be fake!"
Instinctively, he wanted to deny the report's authenticity.
Yet his Dao heart screamed at him that this was the most reasonable explanation!
Those fellows had been chosen by several True Saints and spent countless epochs lurking in True Saint Yuan Chu's inner world. How could they have gained nothing?
They were the ones who had benefited most!
Meanwhile, he and the people of the Rebel-Suppression Alliance had been played like monkeys from beginning to end!
They had risked their lives to surround and slaughter a Unity Realm monster they could never possibly defeat.
Yet the true treasure had long since been divided among those traitors, who had each hidden away to enjoy it in secret!
"Pfft-"
Another mouthful of blood, pent up in his chest, sprayed out.
Chaotic Ancient True Lord's eyes turned blood-red.
But this time, it was not because of his injuries.
It was because of utter rage and utter greed!
He no longer dared to go after Zhou Ming.
But what about those hundred-odd Abyssal Sea Divine Hub cultivators, who were merely at the Fusion Dao Realm?
What did they amount to?
A prominently highlighted sentence from the report instantly surfaced in Chaotic Ancient True Lord's mind.
"...each received an orb