The Cloud Dream Saintess's voice brimmed with towering hatred.
Lin Ke could understand that hatred.
He also understood why this age had a Dawn Herald Immortal Lord who wielded the power of supreme yang, but no Immortal Lord who wielded supreme yin.
Fusang wood was a tree, after all. Hidden in a forest, it was difficult to discover, and it had no human form.
Amid a vast sea of green, no one knew which tree was fusang wood, or which nest housed a Golden Crow.
Bird nests in trees were perfectly normal, after all.
Clam Maidens, however, had the forms of women, and everyone knew that clams produced pearls.
Even someone who knew nothing would open a clam they encountered to see whether it contained pearls.
Once they opened it and saw something unusual inside, that was the end.
Someone like Lin Fusang, by contrast, might not even be recognized as a spirit plant if he stayed silent.
"So what do you intend to do?"
Lin Ke's voice was flat. "Kill every human? Kill every member of every other race?"
"I want to!" the Cloud Dream Saintess said through gritted teeth, but finally added helplessly, "But I cannot!"
"I was the Saintess of the Mingcang Clam Maidens five thousand years ago. Shortly after my birth, my royal father sealed me away, so that when the age of great contention arrived, I could compete with the prodigies of every race for the future."
"But my royal father never knew that a thousand years later, humanity would grow even stronger. The myriad races across the heavens had long since been crushed until they could scarcely breathe. When I broke free of my seal, all I learned was that Mingcang had long since become the Ming Frontier."
"Just like this land, which originally