Inside the White Wolf Tribe's ancestral temple, Wu Ping and Wu Tai wore somber expressions, while Wu Yuan stood to one side with his back bowed.
"That mass of Gray Nether Death Qi of his probably has something to do with the Eastern Nether Great Tribe."
Wu Ping handed Wu Tai a Jade Slip. Wu Tai immersed his Divine Sense in it and found the information the White Wolf Tribe had secretly gathered on Wu Daoyi.
"The Eastern Nether Great Tribe's Ancestral Spirit is a Netherwood tree. Rumor has it that it came from the Nether Death Realm. After being struck and burned by Yin Thunder, it produces Gray Nether Death Qi, which can exist independently by devouring death qi. Once fully developed, it can become a Nether King..."
"Clan Patriarch, are you saying the Eastern Nether Great Tribe is nurturing a Nether King? That would be a supreme existence on par with the Perfection Realm!"
"Very likely. The Eastern Nether Great Tribe's ambitions are considerable. What a trick of stealing the heavens and swapping the sun-they deceived us for ten years!"
Wu Ping still looked as he had back then. After learning the origins of Wu Daoyi's Soul Spirit, his heart was particularly heavy. Over the years, he had poured countless efforts into Wu Daoyi, only to find that he might well have been sewing a wedding gown for his sworn enemy.
"Then we can only kill him!"
Had he not needed to bring him back for the Clan Patriarch to judge, Wu Tai would not have stopped Mu Bai. He might even have killed Wu Daoyi on the spot himself. But the tribe had expended tremendous effort nurturing this prodigy, and as its Chief of Fangs, he could not act entirely on emotion.
"If we hadn't uncovered the