"You discovered it how? Could it be that you have a Spirit Transformation Ancestor behind you?" Zhao Tianyang stared at Lu Xiaotian, his expression turning one of horror.
"If I had a Spirit Transformation Ancestor behind me, would I need to go through all this trouble? I merely possess a somewhat unorthodox divine ability. I happened to discover it while maneuvering against you in that sealed space earlier."
Lu Xiaotian said, "Besides, I had some doubts of my own. Back then, your Zhao clan joined forces with the Devil Race to deal with the Yi clan. And the Giant Stone Clan, which dealt with a branch of the Ghost Race in another secret realm, also vanished without a trace. That was a little too coincidental."
"If that is truly the case, then aside from the Yi clan and the Giant Stone Clan, the Fu clan should not be able to escape involvement either. These are all races that have survived since before the Qin Dynasty." Zhao Tianyang's voice turned cold. "Who would have thought? Who would have thought that the Fu clan occupied the most mysterious part of the secret realm and had even laid down such methods. In that case, everything makes sense."
Zhao Tianyang then sneered at Zhao Yuandu and Zhao Zhen. "How laughable. You thought your schemes were flawless and calculated against the experts of all the major races, but in the end, the Fu clan played the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. How does it feel?"
"Being outmaneuvered is still better than wasting countless generations in mediocrity. Your branch entered the Spirit Ruins countless years ago, yet even now you still stop short at the sight of the mountain, accomplishing nothing." Zhao Yuandu snorted in reply.
"You know nothing. How could the