Jinren left.
He did not choose to kill the Rao Clan grandfather and granddaughter.
Wu Rao's destruction had not half a Spirit Crystal to do with him.
If blame had to be assigned, it belonged to the five Holy Emperor Clans, or even Dao Qiongchang alone.
And no matter how gifted Rao Keke was, how strong the old man was, or whether the two still had anything hidden away...
Once they had entered Qian Shi, every scheme was no match for Dao Qiongchang; every path out led nowhere beyond this cage.
Wu Rao simply had no chance of turning the tables.
Even if they still harbored a shred of hope, that hope was far too illusory—and bestowed by others besides.
"Heavenly Origin Emperor Realm..."
"Forget it. Keep moving forward."
Jinren left the forest lake and headed deeper into the mist.
Since arriving in Qian Shi, he had felt that everything he had encountered along the way was profoundly unreal, like the veil of mist draped over the lake—mysterious through and through.
First, he had killed an old woodcutter.
He had thought the man resembled one of Dao Qiongchang's Heavenly Mechanism Puppets, only to feel otherwise after killing him.
In truth, judging from the old man's Life Pattern, he had been a living, breathing human being.
Unfortunately, Jinren could not afford to gamble.
After encountering the two from Wu Rao, Jinren felt again that what he had met in Qian Shi was not an illusion.
If another Holy Emperor Clan wanted to wipe out Wu Rao, they would surely exterminate the entire clan.
Once such great powers decided to make a move, they would never cut the grass without pulling up the roots, leaving Wu Rao a spark of hope for a resurgence in East Mountain.
The Heavenly Origin Emperor Realm