Gong Tianchu turned his head and glanced at the ripple rising several million li away, a cold smile appearing on his face. Then he likewise plunged into the darkness below.
Arrogance was a state of mind many cultivators found hard to avoid.
With myriad forces gathered into one body, anything could be solved with one's own strength. Over time, arrogance naturally took root.
For those in the Ninth-Order Supreme Realm, this was especially obvious.
In the eyes of Ninth-Order Supreme Realm experts, the entire Ruin Realm was under their control. If other cultivators wanted to break through to the Ninth Order, they first had to ask whether they agreed.
Even if you succeeded in your breakthrough, it would only truly count after they nodded.
On what basis?
On the basis of that vast power that could traverse heaven and weave earth. On the basis that no cultivator could resist them.
Gong Tianchu's return to the Ruin Realm was a trap. He knew those Ninth-Order Supreme races would never allow a new Ninth-Order race to appear and divide the benefits in their hands.
Even with the You Clan backing them, the situation would not improve by much.
Even the You Clan was merely supporting the Rain Race in producing a Ninth-Order Supreme Realm expert with the aim of muddying the waters.
It was an idle move on the board. Whether the Rain Race succeeded or not would not cause the You Clan much loss.
Mou Zhuqin and the others treated the Profound Spirit Domain as a chessboard, but how was the You Clan any different? In essence, there was no difference at all.
Gong Tianchu knew this. During the tens of thousands of years he cultivated in the void, he had always been thinking of a way to break the impasse,