In truth...
Ling Dao had not told Zhe Ying about the true situation of the Ancient Ten Absolutes.
But now, his life and death were in Sikong Jing's hands. Since he had spoken, since he was certainly going to betray the Spirit Race...
Either way, he would die.
So he might as well speak as Sikong Jing had instructed.
Even Sikong Jing, within the sea of consciousness in Zhe Ying's spirit platform, widened his eyes slightly upon hearing Zhe Ying's words. Only now did he learn that the Spirit Race were merely servants of the Ancient Ten Absolutes.
The Absolute Spirit Emperor of the Ancient Ten Absolutes was sleeping within the Spirit Race.
He also understood why Zhe Ying had suddenly become so resolute.
He was a proud genius of the Spirit Race. He could not bear being some goddamned servant.
The resentment in Zhe Ying's heart was the true reason he was so determined to expose the Ancient Ten Absolutes. Especially since he had nearly died in the Swordwalk Small World, only for Ling Dao to tell him after he came out...
That the one who had tried to refine him to death was their master?
"The Ancient Ten Absolutes..."
"They are people from the Primordial Cosmos Great World. They are our enemies on the Burial Emperor Battlefield. They sealed the Burial Emperor Tomb in order to weaken the Vast Cosmos Great World as a whole, so that we would lose to them on the Burial Emperor Battlefield."
Zhe Ying's voice continued to ring out.
And this time, Sikong Jing was secretly coaching him on what to say...
"An uproar..."
As before, those who remained on Peerless Pill Plaza were comparatively weaker members of the Hundred Clans and Thousand Halls. They were utterly lost, and quite a few had