Just like that old crone from Frost God Hall—so what if they believed?
The terror of the Burial Emperor Tomb and its return would still frighten many people into retreat, leaving them clinging to wishful hopes. How could the Anti-Seal Faction possibly persuade the entire Vast Cosmos Great World to join forces and destroy the Ancient Ten Absolutes?
And how could they possibly break open the Spirit Seal Realm's seal any sooner?
With the Ancient Ten Absolutes deliberately spreading the word, the terror of the Burial Emperor Tomb had sunk deep into people's hearts.
"Perhaps... I should do something."
Zhe Ying thought to himself before suddenly shouting, "Latest news! I have the latest news about the Ancient Ten Absolutes..."
He turned himself into an information peddler and spread everything Sikong Jing had said earlier.
He did not know why he suddenly wanted to do this. Perhaps it was because he was already tied to the Anti-Seal Faction's ship, perhaps because he did not want to become the Ten Absolutes' slave, or perhaps because... he did not want the Vast Cosmos Great World to be destroyed.
"No, I'm Zhe Ying. I'm the Spirit Race's number one genius."
"I only want everyone under heaven to go to the Burial Emperor Tomb with me, to feel its terror together."
"The Burial Emperor Tomb is terrifying, isn't it? Then all the powerful warriors in the world should go have some fun there."
"Heh, hehehehe..."
Zhe Ying was unwilling to face the change in his heart, so he found excuses for himself.
Inside a certain spacetime tunnel...
An elder from Martial Excellence Hall suddenly sensed something wrong and asked Wu Wanfa, "Hall Master, this doesn't seem to be the way home."
In response, Wu Wanfa smiled faintly and said, "Ding'er, do you think we