The Supreme Scepter had likely been conceived and first forged during the Ancient Times—when the Hundred Clans suffered a crushing defeat and had no choice but to flee to the Arctic Ice Plains to eke out a miserable existence. It should have been near the end of the Ancient Times, before the Middle Ancient Era, perhaps even during the era of Emperor Yu, who ushered in the Middle Ancient Era.
At that time, let alone Emperor Qin Ying Zheng, even Ying Zheng's ancestors had not yet appeared. The Heavenly Demon Palace, however, had been passed down since the Ancient Era. It was very possible that they had already noticed this matter then. With the Heavenly Demon Palace's strength and eerie methods at the time, they might even have investigated the Supreme Scepter's secrets and laid hidden groundwork.
At the thought of this possibility, Feng Ling found it hard to remain seated. The Tiantian Clan he belonged to was indeed flourishing. Among the Hundred Clans, they had already established themselves as one of the powerful clans, with tremendous momentum behind them. In the future, they might even have a chance to contend for a place among the ten strongest clans.
Precisely because of this, the Tiantian Clan's ambitions had gradually swelled. Since they were already among the powerful clans, they could naturally take control of the Supreme Scepter and use it to unite the Hundred Clans of the Arctic Ice Plains.
The Supreme Scepter was the apple of their clan's eye. Other powerful clans could not covet it; if they did, the Tiantian Clan would certainly sabotage them from the shadows. Likewise, the human race was even less qualified to covet it.
But Feng Ling quickly calmed down. His four ears trembled faintly, as though listening to something. A mysterious Dao