As Long Qingyun finished speaking, Qin He finally felt some of the tension leave his mind.
The loss of contact with the Ancient Netherworld had effectively sealed off Li Wuming's avenue of investigation.
Even high-ranking cultivators of the Divine Court were unwilling to set foot in that shattered realm, riddled with turbulent currents of laws, let alone send people there repeatedly to investigate and gather evidence.
As for the Lin Household, that posed little concern.
To replicate Lin Yan's bloodline aura perfectly and deceive the Divine Court's identity-verification runes, Qin He had deliberately taken essence blood from direct blood relatives of the Lin Household. Afterward, rather than silence them through force, he had used a secret technique to erase the relevant memories without a trace.
Unlike crude soul-searching restrictions, this secret technique did not erase everything in a single stroke. Instead, it made the memories gradually blur and fade, like traces worn away by the passing years. In just over ten days, they would vanish completely into the depths of the soul, leaving not a scrap behind.
Even if a Saint Tier expert forcibly searched their souls and refined their spirits, they would find not the slightest clue. They would merely attribute it to muddled soul power and forgotten trifles, without detecting anything unusual.
The only people who knew the truth of the entire affair were the Lin Household's three elders.
They were old foxes who had lived for centuries, well versed in the art of surviving under the Divine Court. They knew that if this matter leaked, not only would Lin Yan's reputation be ruined and his soul annihilated, but the entire Lin Household would fall with him.
After weighing the benefits against the risks, they would only weld their mouths shut, never letting so much as a whisper