"Hell! Do I really need to waste my breath explaining it further?" Lin Qi looked coldly at the Celestial Sprites. "Or rather, the true body of the Origin Realm Netherworld! Does he have the ability to completely seal away the Cicada Realm? Better yet, there's no need to seal it at all—how about having him devour and assimilate the Cicada Realm? He should be able to do that, right? Hmm? What do you think—every Celestial Sprite transformed into a Hell Demonic Beast?"
With difficulty, Arushilu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and let out a heavy breath. "We... we truly need to have a proper talk. Yes, of course, a calm and proper talk! Although this goes against our ancestral teachings, we really... really should not have any further dealings with you humans. Too dangerous. Getting mixed up with you humans is far too dangerous."
With a deep cough, Lin Qi cut off Arushilu's rambling. "Then shall we continue the topic from before?"
Arushilu helplessly spread his hands and recounted everything he knew to Lin Qi in full detail—namely, all the information he had not erased from his memories. In any case, the important information had already been thoroughly forgotten by them. They did not care what adverse consequences might result from Lin Qi learning these things—Lin Qi had already broken into their small world. Could anything be worse than that?
In Arushilu's remaining memories, the Holy Goblin Clan had been ordered exterminated by humanity's Supreme Royal Emperor Council in those days, supposedly to silence them. But what exactly the Holy Goblin Clan had done—or why they had needed to be silenced—had long since been forcefully erased by humanity's upper echelons. No one could learn the truth behind it.
And yet, the present-day Holy Goblin Clan actually still carried the imperial