When Wu Changming said this, a trace of smugness appeared in his eyes. He seemed brimming with confidence.
Qin An frowned deeply at his words.
"I can understand it being in the leader's hands. But Lord Wu, what did you mean when you said this Supreme Foundation serves as the source of Chaotic Street's power?"
He had understood the first part and knew what it meant, but the second left him lost in the clouds.
Could Chaotic Street's False Gods and resentment all be driven by that Peerless Foundation?
If so, Chaotic Street was probably far less simple than he had imagined.
At the very least, deeper secrets still waited for him to uncover.
Wu Changming smiled. "What you don't know is that the Dragon Vein constantly suppresses Chaotic Street's power and wears away its resentment."
"In other words, given enough time, Chaotic Street's resentment would eventually be worn smooth, and we'd become just like the False Gods outside. By then, even our leader wouldn't escape."
"Those people outside were waiting for our resentment to fade. But after waiting all this time, they came away empty-handed."
Qin An's frown deepened. As he considered Wu Changming's words, he sensed there was more to them.
No matter how powerful their resentment was, it could not withstand the Great Qian Kingdom's Dragon Vein. The Dragon Vein carried the kingdom's most vigorous, yang-aligned aura. Even the strongest False God would eventually have all its resentment worn away here.
Yet these False Gods still retained their resentment. Judging by how dense it was, it had not diminished at all. Something did not add up.
Now it seemed the Peerless Foundation might be responsible.
Qin An said nothing and waited for Wu Changming to continue.
Wu Changming took him for one of Chaotic Street's own, and