The only uncertainty was how many clan chiefs the Supreme Scepter had killed—whether the number was thirty-three, or no, thirty-four.
But Feng Ling quickly concluded that it had certainly not reached completion. Otherwise, someone should already have been wielding the Supreme Scepter, unifying the Hundred Clans of the Arctic Ice Plains and establishing a magnificent achievement unprecedented in history.
Still, it had to be said that this remained an immense threat. No one knew when the Supreme Scepter would complete its transformation. By then, it would be too late to scheme for all of this.
Light flickered in Feng Ling's eyes as he sank into thought.
Meng Zhao brought up another matter at that moment, drawing his attention. "Clan Chief Feng, you said earlier that the Three-Eyed Divine Clan's clan chief was only injured and did not die. I fear the information he learned far surpassed what outsiders knew. Even if his injuries later relapsed and killed him, the information he left behind must surely have become known to the Three-Eyed Divine Clan."
At the mention of the Three-Eyed Divine Clan, Meng Zhao grew somewhat grave as well. This was a race that had ranked among the ten strongest as early as Ancient Times. Moreover, unlike the Divine Wood Clan, which took wood as its foundation, they directly took divinity as theirs. Their bearing truly soared to the heavens; without sufficient foundations, no one could bear such fortune.
The Divine Wood Clan was a wood clan. The Three-Eyed Divine Clan was a divine clan. Though both bore the word "divine," the gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.
Moreover, Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng knew very little about the Divine Wood Clan, but they knew quite a great deal about the Three-Eyed Divine Clan. This was because