The moment Xu Changqing spoke, everyone around him reacted.
Feng Buhui's relaxed brows furrowed again.
Lu Wangchuan paused as he withdrew the Space Mark.
Jin Buhuan's shrewd eyes narrowed once more.
Feng Buhui broke the silence first. "Old Ninth is right. The Azure Thunder Ancient Clan has been passed down in the Endless Starfield for thirty-eight thousand years, ranked seventh among the Ten Ancient Clans.
"Even if our Northern Dipper Immortal Mansion is crushing them across dimensions this time, they shouldn't have been stripped clean of their foundations so easily.
"The whole process has been far too smooth."
Lu Wangchuan said nothing. He raised his right hand before his chest again, his five fingers slightly spread as faint silver light flickered from his fingertips.
Jin Buhuan moved half a step closer to Mo Li. "The Myriad Manifestations Chamber of Commerce has dealt with the Ancient Clans for thousands of years, and one lesson has never been wrong.
"The older a lineage is, the less likely it is to put its true trump card somewhere you can see at first glance."
At that same instant, an intensely powerful warning surged through Xu Changqing's Origin Dao.
As a unique Great Dao untouched by karma and beyond the Three Realms, the Origin Dao possessed an almost instinctive sensitivity to disturbances around it.
He sensed something awakening deep within this planet.
The fragments of Thunder Dao Law scattered across the entire planet were being drawn away from every direction by some force, wildly converging toward its depths.
Therefore, Xu Changqing did not hesitate. Return to Origin activated at once.
Sure enough, in the next moment, the entire planet began to tremble.
Countless cracks several fathoms wide burst across the icy rock ground amid the shaking.
From the depths of those cracks poured streams of