"So that was the truth. Even the Demon Race's bloodline memories had to be cross-verified."
"No wonder the records of our Human Race in this regard were incomplete, leaving us unable to uncover the truth."
Dao Venerable Tai Wu's eyes grew incomparably profound, as though through Jiang Shu, he had glimpsed that stretch of history the Demon Race had deliberately cast away since time immemorial.
That sigh of emotion was suppressed by Dao Venerable Tai Wu in but an instant.
His expression remained unchanged as he followed Jiang Shu down into the ruined palace below.
"Everyone, we are presently at a loss. Perhaps we may find one or two clues within this place."
The Dao Venerables present all nodded slightly at Dao Venerable Tai Wu's words.
To be honest, had they not probed from the sidelines and discovered just how seriously the Demon Race regarded this operation, the many Dao Venerables present would never have entered this place so readily.
Dao Venerable Tai Wu had previously harbored suspicions as well. Could this place have been a trap laid by the Demon Race specifically for the Human Dao Venerables?
Yet when Jiang Shu took out that Jianmu sapling, he immediately discarded the guess.
And when that Golden Crow feather appeared, Dao Venerable Tai Wu became even more certain.
The Dao Venerables flew out one after another and began investigating the ruins.
Unlike the Demon Race, they had obtained little information and needed to search carefully.
Dao Venerable Tai Wu did not speak directly, for the source of this intelligence was Jiang Shu.
And Jiang Shu's intelligence had come from Gold Horn's avatar.
That avatar might not have much use at present, constrained at every turn by the Demon Race's experts and unable to act rashly.
Yet once Gold Horn's avatar entered