If a powerful civilization really wanted to find the Kantian Clan, it would find a way to do so on its own. Giving them a general direction would save them a great deal of time.
Of course, even with that time saved, actually finding the Kantian Clan could still take hundreds or thousands of years if they were unlucky. For a civilization in the Cubic Distance, that was not a long time.
Looking at the stone in his hand, Lu Yin saw that another life-form had carved on it: "How deep a grudge is this? You tossed out hundreds of their coordinates, so now every life-form in this First Line of Heaven knows the coordinates of that civilization called the Kantian Clan, right? Despicable."
Lu Yin tossed the stone aside and picked up another one. "The Kantian Clan? What an imposing name. They're probably not to be trifled with. Don't provoke them, don't provoke them."
"I hate names this domineering. Tell us what the Kantian Clan is capable of. Don't just throw out a coordinate..."
Lu Yin and Mu Zhu frantically tossed out the Kantian Clan's coordinates, stirring up the First Line of Heaven. It had originally been utterly dead, with someone only occasionally picking up a stone. Now, everyone was discussing the Kantian Clan.
He reckoned that all the life-forms here had seen those stones.
Blood Tower Supreme had stayed here for more than ten years and had looked through all the stones that had been tossed out. With no new life-forms entering, this place would only grow more silent.
It was perfectly normal for some life-forms to spend eight hundred or a thousand years inside.
"Junior Brother, someone's cursing you." Mu Zhu lifted a stone. A string of curses had been carved on the back, along with a