"...Trace the maker of the Blood Tree!"
Hearing this, Cheng Han murmured sympathetically, "Madam God General, your curiosity is far too strong. That really isn't a good thing!"
Back when he had planned how to deliver the letter, he had anticipated that the authorities would try to trace its origin, so he had deliberately prepared countermeasures.
With his current abilities, he could set up exceedingly powerful methods.
Even if the tracer was a powerful God General, they would still pay dearly.
A second later.
The image at the Center of the Halo suddenly exploded into countless points of starlight.
Azure Cloud God General had likely used an even greater power to begin tracing the Blood Tree back to its source.
Cheng Han shook his head slightly. "As expected of a Divine Seal. Its interference with the Eye of Omniscience is far too strong."
Several seconds passed.
Only then did the starlight completely dissipate, and the halo displayed a new image.
This time, the scene was incomparably clear, like a television screen changing from static to Blu-ray high definition.
Cheng Han merely glanced at it before the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
A massive pit had appeared in the floor of the council hall, visibly no less than twelve meters across and over eight meters deep.
The God General was nowhere to be seen.
More than a dozen Mystic Adepts from the Profound Palace, including the White-Haired Man—the Mystic Supervisor—wore expressions of extreme horror.
Anyone who saw this scene could guess that, during those few seconds of static, this group must have suffered a tremendous fright.
Looking closely at the pit, its surface was uneven and covered in holes of varying depths.
There were at least a hundred thousand of them by rough estimate.
A moment later.
The halo vanished.