Just after Chu Xisheng left, a Three-Legged Golden Crow blazing with golden light flew out of the Ruin Core.
Its form shifted, revealing a human figure.
It was a slender man with a long, narrow face, fine features, and an otherworldly air, dressed in golden feathered robes.
With his hands behind his back and his brows slightly furrowed, he looked toward the sea eye through which Chu Xisheng had departed.
"It seems he doesn't trust you. Your chances of making him comply are vanishingly small."
Han Ba thought it would have been stranger if he did trust them.
She would have been plagued with doubts herself.
She shook her head. "This isn't what we anticipated."
According to their projections, they should have had ample time and opportunities to win Chu Xisheng's trust step by step.
They could even have made Chu Xisheng gradually depend on their strength in his struggles against the Great Ning Dynasty and the gods.
Until Chu Xisheng had no choice but to pay the price.
Yet the battle Chu Xisheng had planned in the Outer Realm had dashed all their hopes and dealt them a heavy blow.
Not only had he successfully completed his first-rank secret ritual and crossed that crucial hurdle, but he had also turned the raging tide, raising the strength of the Divine Land's Human Race to unprecedented heights.
Most importantly, with his wholehearted support, Si Huangquan had fully inherited the Yin Empress's power and become the new Death Sovereign.
By now, all the bargaining chips their Corpse Race possessed were hardly worth mentioning before Chu Xisheng-or at least no longer so important.
"We can only change our plans."
Hou Qing folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes. "Since His Majesty the Human Sovereign rose to prominence, everything has been