When the Holy Word Monarch Met Her Own Body, Six Thousand Words

The same reasoning applied to Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo—Qian Chaoguang was stopping them from returning to the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School for the time being.

If someone else really stumbled upon them, many things would become difficult to explain.

The Undead Empire was not yet at the point where it could be exposed.

As for the people from Spirit Hall...

They were currently immersed in the excellent cultivation environment inside the Demi-plane, busy entering seclusion to break through to higher realms. They had no time for this.

"Very bad. Extremely bad."

The Holy Word Monarch's cold, proud face was expressionless, perfectly demonstrating what it meant to have a paralyzed face.

"Technology has developed, strength has progressed, yet the lives of the clansmen have instead become worse than in our time, and the environment even more terrible. These are our descendants? A pack of useless trash who don't understand development and keep devoting themselves to infighting? Inexplicable arrogance, absolute incompetence."

Qian Chaoguang nodded in agreement and echoed, "Wasn't it because ten thousand years ago, that Sea God Tang San overthrew our family's rule? Without a powerful voice to guide them and leaving everything to drift on its own, the continent was ruined into this state."

"Hmph! A great demon like that dares be called a god?" the Holy Word Monarch snorted coldly. "In the days when we ruled, all clansmen under heaven were one family. We Douluo People were all united as one, joining hands to resist foreign enemies."

"Now look at the continent. Infighting never stops, heretics and demons run rampant. There are even countless evil people relying on devouring others' flesh, blood, and souls to cultivate? Such conduct is simply outrageous!"

"You really should have brought Old Sun up here too and let him see with his