The Hundred Clans were indeed an incomparably vast force, a colossal entity that could stand alongside the mighty human race. But who could say that the Sixty-Seven Clans combined were a force that could be ignored?
No matter how arrogant or overbearing a person was, they would never dare say such a thing.
Meng Zhao realized that although the Supreme Scepter was only a semi-finished product, whoever controlled it would indirectly command the sixty-seven clans of the Ancient Times. Such a force was still not to be underestimated.
The chief of the You Clan Tribe nodded and said,
"That is correct. Because the sixty-seven clans that forged the Supreme Scepter each stripped away a portion of their clan fortune and fused it into the scepter, and because they were affected by the Dao Fruit of that ancient great God and Devil, which served as the scepter's core power, they were indeed subject to its control.
"However, those were matters from a very, very long time ago. The Supreme Scepter had long vanished without a trace, and the great figure who first proposed forging it had peacefully perished. Even the You Clan Emperor among my ancestors had likewise fallen with his Dao destroyed.
"Thus, the Supreme Scepter is merely a legend. If anyone wishes to rely on the few scattered words that remain today to seek out its whereabouts, they will only be chasing empty air."
Seeing that neither man's expression changed, the You Clan chief's heart trembled. He feared that the information he had revealed was not valuable enough to make these two human experts spare him, so he added,
"However, there is another claim: someone has been secretly gathering the blood essence of geniuses and the clan fortune of the remaining Thirty-Three Clans, seeking to completely forge the Supreme