"Father, it seems our deductions were right."
Inside the Ancestral Space, after receiving the Mortal World Immortal's report, several silver threads snapped in Li Yaowen's hand, but her heart remained unruffled. "Ever since I refined the Void Origin, I've comprehended a divine ability called Cycle Seeking from the Tianxia Sutra. The Mortal World Immortal and Li Qiu carry my Dao arts. Within ten miles of them, Cycle Seeking can trace things back to their source, allowing me to investigate everything that happened over the past ten years. Yet I cannot investigate that demon beast's death."
"A Wen has such an ability?" Xu Cuihua was both surprised and delighted, and her eyes filled with even more affection.
In the corner, Li Yunbing ducked his head. He silently reflected that the Southern Sacred Mountain he had established, where demons gathered in droves, really needed to rein in its sharp edges. Nor could he rush the business of dragging the little emperor off his throne for Kuangren.
Many members of the clan averted their eyes. A fate master's arts were unfathomable even to gods and ghosts. Their Literary Ancestor commanded Azure Cloud's Heavenly Dao, yet she had neither merged her avatars into Body Integration nor refined the Innate Void Origin. Heaven only knew whether Guan Tong's fate-master methods from when he was alive could stop her if she truly brought her full abilities to bear.
"The Seven Human Race Divisions must possess secret knowledge about our ancestor."
Li Dalong took in the children's expressions at a glance. He did not expose them, merely saying, "But A Wen's actions may also have stirred the grass and startled the snake."
"If we don't startle the snake, how will we catch the slightest rustle in the grass?" Li Yaotie rubbed his chin, his bald head gleaming