The Vast Cosmos Great World had not changed much. Ordinary people belonging to the Ten Absolutes camp still refused to believe that the Ten Absolutes were foreign enemies. One after another, they remained firm in their belief...
The seal on the Spirit Seal Realm had to remain.
Otherwise, the Burial Emperor Tomb would drag the entire Vast Cosmos Great World into the abyss.
At least, that was what ordinary people—and even ordinary experts—believed. Those who did not believe it had already joined the Anti-Seal Faction.
"Ha, hahaha..."
Zhe Ying suddenly burst into wild laughter. "Who is deceiving the world? Back when I sided with the Anti-Seal Faction in the Peerless Pill Pavilion, it was not to help Sikong Jing. It was only because I could not bear to see the Spirit Race remain slaves to the Ancient Ten Absolutes."
"Now, nearly twenty years have passed. I have learned every truth in far greater detail..."
He did not get to finish... Slap!
Another slap struck Zhe Ying hard across the face, completely cutting off his voice. This time, it was Ling Dao who acted.
His aged voice boomed, "You stubborn, incorrigible cur! Not only do you fabricate lies to deceive the world, you even claim that our dignified Spirit Race are mere slaves. You are insulting our entire race..."
Likewise...
Apart from the upper echelons and core members, ordinary Spirit Race experts did not know that they were slaves of the Ten Absolutes.
If they knew, tremendous chaos would erupt.
As one of the strongest races in the Vast Cosmos Great World, every member of the Spirit Race was immensely proud. How could they endure being called slaves?
"Zhe Ying, I originally intended to give you a chance to defend yourself. It seems there is no need."
"I now declare that