"He's lying!" The Osmanthus Tree swiftly read Arushiman's physiological reactions. From the twitch of every muscle in Arushiman's body, the contraction of every pore, and every unconscious little movement, the Osmanthus Tree—intimately familiar with the physiological states of every race—could precisely monitor whether Arushiman was lying or telling the truth, tense or relaxed, happy or terrified.
"The Celestial Sprite Clan did indeed possess a reserve of Eternal Particles." Hell spoke up as well, his voice muffled and booming. "My records contain relevant accounts. In order to attempt upgrades on certain functional units of the Origin Realm, the Celestial Sprite Clan was specially allocated roughly thirty standard units of Eternal Particles for experimentation. But not long after they received that batch of Eternal Particles, orders came down for their extermination."
"In other words, that batch of Eternal Particles belonged to the entire Celestial Sprite Clan. It could not possibly have belonged to any one family of the Celestial Sprite Clan. Given those dead-technical-nerds' habits, it was even less likely that any single family could monopolize those Eternal Particles—everyone else would have fought them to the death!" Hell laughed strangely. "So this Cicada Realm must be a work created jointly by the entire Celestial Sprite Clan!"
A work forged jointly by the entire Celestial Sprite Clan? Lin Qi's eyes widened in shock, while Dragon Cliff spoke in a low voice. "Mm, I seem to remember that every work of the Celestial Sprite Clan bears the creator's crest, one full of distinct personal characteristics. But the surface of this Cicada Realm is smooth as a mirror, without a single mark. In other words, this Cicada Realm was not the creation of any individual Celestial Sprite."
Vigorously stroking the Cicada Realm, Lin Qi smiled at Arushiman and said gently, "Still won't tell the truth?