Using such a reason to rally the powerful or high-ranking figures among the Hundred Clans and jointly challenge the Three-Eyed Divine Clan did indeed offer a certain chance of forcing out information on where the Supreme Scepter had passed after that.
But there was another possibility: thoroughly enraging the Three-Eyed Divine Clan and triggering a great war.
On one hand, although the Three-Eyed Divine Clan was incomparably formidable by strength and ranked near the top of the ten strongest, it was absolutely impossible for them to fight one against a hundred—unless they possessed a supreme, peerless expert, who might perhaps accomplish such a thing.
Yet likewise, while the Three-Eyed Divine Clan could not fight one against a hundred, neither would they be easily subdued without any power to resist. Their foundations were formidable, their divine abilities strange and unpredictable, their roots profound, and arrogance was bred into their bones.
Back when the human race was at the height of its power, given the relationship between the Three-Eyed Divine Clan and the human race, they had not actually needed to leave the Divine Land Pass and come to these godforsaken Arctic Ice Plains. Yet it was precisely because of their pride and their conviction that they would not live beneath others that the current situation had come to be.
Likewise, if the Hundred Clans pressured the Three-Eyed Divine Clan, given their temperament, they would never submit easily. A great battle would be unavoidable.
That alone would be one thing. What was more frightening was if the Three-Eyed Divine Clan chose to drag everyone down with them. Then, before the human race even attacked, the Hundred Clans would tear themselves apart internally, nearly bringing about their own collapse and extinction.
Thus, though tempted, Feng Ling considered it for a long while before